Women in Jail: Horny for Each Other
by Kenneth Harding 


GENERAL INTRODUCTION 

These are some eight stories from my files. They illustrate the damage done 
to young girls who are imprisoned for what may be minor offenses, and left 
to the not-so-tender mercies of more hardened criminals. 

Thirteen-year-old Mattie did nothing worse than run away. Her parents 
declared in court that she was incorrigible. 

She is a flagrant example of what happens to an innocent teenager. I would 
like to quote from the transcription of her first session with me. 

"I really didn't know what they meant, the two black woman who had backed me 
into the corner. They were laughing, and breathing kind of funny. 

"The biggest woman reached over and grabbed me by the neck, and ripped my 
uniform off. I almost died. Then they threw me on the bed. 

"While the smaller woman held my hands, the big woman ripped off my pants, 
and then spread my legs, and laughed when I cried out in pain. I wished I 
were dead! 

"Then she dived into my cunt. I was shocked, and I squealed and tried to get 
away, but the women who were my cellmates were much bigger and stronger than 
I, and there was nothing I could do, while that evil woman started licking 
my pussy lips! 

"She kept grunting like a pig as she buried her whole face in my muff. I 
felt like the dirtiest, low-down thing in the world, and I started to cry. I 
was supposed to spend a year in this cell with these woman, and like they 
said, I was supposed to service them, because I was the youngest. 

"Well, I didn't want to, and I decided to go along with them until I thought 
of a way of escaping!" 

Mattie is just one example. There is thirteen-year-old Sally, whose lusts 
were set free by a prison matron, and twelve-year-old Jane who learned to 
like the taste of a woman's pussy flesh, and other pathetic cases. 

I am writing this case history book to detail the dangers of prison, life in 
perverting the sexuality of children who are put together with other women 
who are already beyond the scope of help in sexual matters. 

 CASE HISTORY ONE 

Subject: Mattie N. 

Age: Thirteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

When Mattie first came into my office, I was alarmed at her nervous state. 
She was a beautiful thirteen-year-old, with thick, chestnut brown hair, and 
brown eyes. She was extraordinarily well developed for one so young, and 
could have passed for a woman ten years older. 

In addition to her excessive nervousness, she was very defiant and hostile. 
I listened to her story carefully, taking many notes, looking for the key to 
her enormous anger. I have transcribed her interview just as she told it to 
me, from my tapes. 

I'm not here because I want to be. That damned social worker who is supposed 
to be looking after my best interests sent me here, because she didn't like 
the way I'm behaving. 

I don't know what anybody expects from a jailbird, and that's what I am. My 
mother and father got fed up with me, and one time when I ran away from 
home, they got the law after me, and then declared that I was a juvenile 
delinquent and that it would be for my own good to be put in jail for a 
year. My mother told me it would serve me right. Maybe after I spent some 
time in jail, I would appreciate the good home life I had. 

Well, they're both stupid. If my home life was so good, I wouldn't have run 
away from it, would I? 

Anyway, to make an ugly story short, the judge sent me to the girl's 
reformatory for a year. He said it was because I ran away. I spat at him, 
when they dragged me away. I'm not in reformatory because I'm a bad girl. 
I'm in reformatory because my parents hate me, and didn't want to be 
bothered with me. 

They're all hypocritical fools! At least the girls in the reformatory don't 
fuck around with stupid games like that. They are what they are, and after 
ten months of being with them, I really prefer their company to the 
namby-pamby phonies I used to know. 

At first, I hated them all, especially after what they did to me the first 
day I was there. 

The judge handed down my sentence about ten o'clock in the morning, and they 
took me right away up to the reformatory. When I got there, it was almost 
lunch time, so the matron, a big, burly woman who scared the shit out of me 
with her expression, led me to my cell. 

"You will share this cell with two other women, Norma and Jane. They are 
tough cookies, so you had better be on your guard. Now put down your things, 
and I'll take you to lunch." 

As I put down the drab prison gear they had given me in the supply room and 
walked out of the cell, the prison matron smiled grimly at me. 

"You better watch your P's and Q's with me, too, lady. I am tougher than any 
inmate in this prison!" 

With that encouraging remark, I was ushered into a huge and very noisy hall, 
shown my place at table, and fed the worst lunch I've ever eaten in my life. 

After lunch, I was brought down to the machine shop and told that that was 
how I was going to earn my keep for a year. It's an ugly, noisy place, but 
I've learned a lot in it, so I guess I can't complain. 

After supper, which was as bad as lunch, we were all locked in our cells. I 
got to the cell first, and put my stuff away. Then I waited, nervous. One of 
the girls who worked on the lathe with me in the machine shop had asked me 
what my cell number was, and she laughed when I told her. 

"You got two beauts for cell mates!" was all she said. No amount of 
questioning would get anything else out of her. When the whistle blew, 
signaling supper, she called after me, as we lined up, "Have fun tonight!" 

So while I waited for my cellmates to show up, I have to admit, I was really 
nervous, and when they finally came into the cell, I got downright scared. 

They were both big, and black. They both stood with their backs to the cell 
door, and their hands on their hips. 

The bigger one, who turned out to be Norma, laughed. "Well, a new bird. Come 
here, honey!" 

I ignored her and just lay on my bunk. Norma walked over, and pulled me out 
of the bunk. I landed in a heap on the floor. Then Norma kicked my ass for 
me. 

"Listen, punk!" she growled, "you're a new bird here, and new birds do what 
the old-timers say. We get inspection at seven o'clock in the morning, so 
straighten out our gear!" 

With that, she picked me up roughly by the shoulder of my uniform and threw 
me at one of the other bunks. I had the lower bunk on one wall. Norma had 
the upper bunk, and Jane had the lower bunk on the opposite wall. 

Both the handsome black women sat on my bunk and barked orders at me, 
showing me how to fold their clothes and arrange things like cups and 
toothbrushes and stuff like that.-Then Jane turned around and threw all my 
stuff on the floor. 

"As a housekeeper, you suck!" she said. "Now do your own bunk right. There's 
no reason why we should be deprived of privileges just because you're a 
slob!" 

So I had to fold my stuff, and arrange it properly. They kept pulling things 
apart, and making me put them together again, until the one of the matrons 
with a voice like a bull came rattling down the long corridor, telling 
everyone to "Settle in! Lights out." 

I thought that would be the end of my trouble, but I was mistaken. It was 
only the beginning! We all got into our bunks, and the lights went out. 
There was silence for awhile, except for an occasional titter. The matron 
walked up and down for awhile, her heels sounding heavily on the stone 
floor, and then she went out. We could hear the gate clanking behind her. 

That was when my troubles really began. Norma jumped down from her bunk, and 
Jane already had pulled me out of the bed. I got up, scared, from where I 
had fallen, and backed against the back wall. 

The two black bitches were laughing. Norma came toward me, as I was pressed 
into the cold wall. 

"I said you serviced us, Bitch," she exclaimed, reaching over and grabbing 
the neck of my prison uniform. She ripped it off me in one motion, leaving 
me with only my bra and panties on. 

Norma reached out again and pulled off my bra, and then she and Jane threw 
me back on my cot. Jane grabbed my arms, as I started to fight, holding them 
tightly. In spite of my kicking, Norma had pulled off my panties. I was nude 
and helpless. 

I had read enough stories about prison life to know what they were up to, 
and I was scared shitless. I was a virgin, first of all, and I didn't know 
what they would demand of me. 

Norma was running her hands all over my body. I'm very well built, as you 
can see, for a thirteen-year-old, and I have good tits, and lots of brown 
hair on my cunt. Norma seemed to be enjoying it. Her hands were rough, and 
as I started to squeal, disgusted by the whole thing, Jane clapped her hand 
over my mouth. 

"If you open your mouth, or alert the matron, I'll have your face cut to 
ribbons in the machine shop tomorrow. So just remember that!" she spat. I 
had nowhere to go, no one I could turn to! I had to submit. I started to 
cry. 

Norma had parted my pussy lips and was exploring my virgin cunt with her 
fingers, running them up and down my pink inner lips. "I just love white 
pussy meat," she laughed. The next thing I knew, I was feeling her mouth 
covering my pussy. 

"S-stop, please, it's disgusting!" I whispered, desperate to get away from 
it and not knowing how. 

"Ahh, shut up and enjoy it, you crybaby!" Jane husked. She was holding my 
arms so tightly that I could feel her fingers digging into the flesh. I was 
trying very hard to get away from Norma's mouth as her tongue started 
lapping up and down on my private parts, but Norma's hands had roughly held 
my legs apart, and there was nothing I could do. 

Norma licked up and down, and then tickled my clitoris with her tongue. Then 
she let her tongue travel wetly down my pussy lips to my virginal fuck-hole. 
She pried her tongue into the hole, running it around and around inside. 

I was still crying and struggling, as Norma's mouth went up again to my 
clitoris. Then she bit it. At first, I thought it hurt, and I kicked my feet 
up and down, and struggled even harder. Jane finally slapped my face. Norma 
was still holding my thighs wide apart. I thought I was going to get sick to 
my stomach about the whole thing. 

But as Norma looked up at me for a minute, and then went back to licking my 
pussy, I realized that my clitoris didn't hurt. It was sending these sharp 
messages of pleasure rippling through me. I couldn't believe it at first. 

I didn't think I could enjoy messing with a woman sexually, but Norma must 
have known what to do with her tongue. She really started to go wild. I 
looked down at her thick black curly hair, and watched her face go up and 
down, up and down on my pussy lips. 

I could feel my pussy getting swollen, as my blood started racing through me 
with excitement. I was really enjoying it. I was ashamed I was, but I 
couldn't deny what was happening to me. 

Jane seemed to sense that I wasn't in a fighting mood anymore, because she 
suddenly let go of my hands. I just lay there, feeling Norma's wet tongue 
running up and down my cunt, teasing the opening to my love hole, and 
driving me crazy. 

I didn't want it to happen, but my hips started humping up into her face, as 
she licked away. Every now and then she'd look up and groan and smile at me. 
She would lick her lips which were covered with my pussy cream. 

Even the sight of her grinning like that, and licking her lips was a turn-on 
and I forgot to be upset by the whole thing. I could feel my muscles getting 
tight and hard, as the blood boiled in me, and I could feel my pussy 
quivering with excitement and bliss, as Norma's tongue moved up and down, 
methodically. 

I guess she had a lot of experience. She certainly was making me feel good. 
I started to moan, and then clenched my teeth together. I really didn't want 
the matron to discover what we were doing, at least not until I came. 

I looked over at Jane. She had got undressed. In the dim light which flowed 
into the cell from the corridor, she really looked magnificent. Her skin was 
very dark, and her breasts were enormous, really gorgeous, with dark 
puckered nipples which stood out from the soft flesh like crazy. 

Her belly was flat, and her hips were very full. And you should have seen 
the hair on her muff. It was thick and black and wiry. There was so much of 
it that you couldn't even see her pussy lips at all. It was like a 
mini-Afro, like the Afro she wore on her head! 

She was grinning in the dim light, and she came over to the bunk and again 
she straddled my head. She grabbed my wrists again and lowered her 
thickly-furred muff over my mouth. 

"Now see how you like chocolate muff!" she laughed, starting to rub her 
dark, swollen pussy lips up and down over my mouth. Her snatch had a strange 
odor, and for awhile, I fought against it. But after awhile, the smell 
actually got kind of nice, sort of deep and musky-like, and I opened my 
mouth and touched the tip of my tongue to her clitoris. 

"Ahhh!" she gasped, and her grip on my wrists tightened. My mouth became 
covered with a thick wad of her pussy cream which gushed out when I touched 
her. 

I guess I was kind of beside myself anyway. Norma was licking and chomping 
away on my own cunt as if she really enjoyed it, and my pussy was really 
tingling. I had never felt quite that way before and it felt good. My hips 
were really jiggling all over the place now, and suddenly, I really wanted 
to taste Jane's cunt. 

So I sort of flattened my tongue and went to work on her. Jane started 
bouncing up and down on my face, and her pussy cream really started flowing 
then. My face and chin were covered with it. The smell and taste of her cunt 
only added to my lust and I sort of went wild. Her pussy lips were really 
swollen. They poked way out from her slit, and her cunt was just pouring 
juices. 

While Norma was driving me crazy with her tongue, I decided to see how crazy 
I could drive Jane. I was trying to suck up all her pussy juices but so much 
of it was pouring out of her cunt that I had trouble. But I ran my tongue 
real wild, up and down her swollen pussy lips, and then tried to get my 
tongue into her hole. It tasted warm and sweet and a little musky, almost 
fishy, and it was contracting around my tongue in her excitement. 

"Ooooh, girl, you do it goooood!" Jane screamed. She was rocking back and 
forth on my mouth now, and for awhile, I couldn't catch my breath because 
her cunt flesh was pressed so tightly to my face. I wouldn't have minded 
that so much if I could have smelled her, because I was really getting 
turned on to the strong perfume, but you can't smell if you can't breath, so 
I tried to move my head. 

I decided that my cellmates might be rough, but they weren't all that bad. I 
had Norma really doing a number on my own swollen cunt, and I was really 
digging the smell and the taste of Jane's pussy, which was pressed down on 
my mouth. Jane got the idea that she might be smothering, when I yelled out 
against her muff. 

She lifted herself up a little bit so I could catch my breath, and then I 
started licking again. I circled my tongue around and around her clitoris, 
which was large, and hard and hot. Jane was squealing loudly now, and Norma 
looked up from eating me out to tell her to "Shut up!" 

Then Jane started grunting deep in her throat. Her body was covered with 
sweat, which gleamed in the dim light. I was really going nuts. I had my own 
crazy cunt to deal with, and the pleasure I was getting from eating out 
Jane. 

It was just gorgeous, after awhile, letting my mind switch from Norma eating 
out my pussy, to me eating out Jane's pussy, and sucking up all those 
juices. I felt my body growing very tight, as the pleasure built in me. 

I had had plenty of orgasms when I was frigging myself, but I never had an 
orgasm like the one that was building in me now. My whole body felt like it 
was on fire, and my arms and legs were trembling as if I were an epileptic. 

I finally covered Jane's whole pussy with my mouth. I had to because I could 
feel my cunt flapping wildly, as the orgasm started to rip through me, and 
for a little while, I couldn't concentrate on Jane's cunt. Except that the 
orgasm was wilder because my mouth was full of Jane's pussy meat, while my 
cunt was buried in Norma's mouth. 

She still held my legs apart, because they were kicking and jerking wildly, 
not because I was fighting, but because I was coming like a banshee. I could 
feel my pussy juices pouring out of me. And these little delicious flames of 
pleasure kept ripping up from my cunt to spread through my whole body. I 
felt as if my body had been possessed by a demon, because it was like I was 
just out of control. 

I couldn't help the way I was humping up into Norma's mouth, or the way I 
was moaning on Jane's cunt. And my arms and legs were going wildly in every 
direction and my body felt like I was having a convulsion-a hot convulsion. 
The sweat was just pouring off me. 

Good old Norma didn't stop lapping once. When I started to come, she got 
even more furious with her tongue, and kept diddling my clitty with the wet 
hot tip of her tongue. 

I could almost hear bells going off, as I kept on having these fantastic 
convulsions that wouldn't stop. My pussy felt like it was full of warm, 
fuzzy kittens, all playing with catnip, it got so tingly and happy-feeling, 
and my mouth felt like I had plenty to make up for the lousy meals I had 
eaten. 

I really thought for a minute, as the orgasm peaked, that I was going to 
pass out, it was that strong! But I started to come down a bit, even though 
Norma kept on munching and slurping her mouth all over my pussy, and I went 
back to lapping out Jane's cunt. 

Jane was rocking back and forth very fast now, as my tongue ran up and down 
her dripping twat. She was really grunting, and trying to hold down the 
noise as her pussy juices poured out of her even more than they had before. 

I was covered with it. I stuck my tongue in her hole, humping it in and out, 
trying to suck up all her juices, but I couldn't make it. There was just too 
much for my mouth, and with everything else I was trying to do, it was an 
impossible task. 

I started flicking furiously at her clitoris the way I had felt Norma 
flicking at mine. All the time, Jane's grip on my wrists was getting tighter 
and tighter. 

"Ahhh, ooohhhh!" she gasped, and then she pressed her pussy into me again. I 
could tell she was coming by the way her pussy juices were flowing and the 
way she was rocking against my face. There was no way I could stop her, 
because she was so wild, she wouldn't even have heard me. 

I concentrated on trying to make her finish coming as fast as possible. If I 
didn't suffocate against her swollen wet pussy, which was pressed into my 
nose and mouth, I was going to drown in her pussy juices. I didn't think 
women could have so much liquid in them, but it kept pouring down and I kept 
trying to lap it all up between running my tongue up and down her slit, and 
really diddling her clitoris. 

Finally, I could feel her thighs, pressed against either side of my head, 
trembling, and then her body relaxed a little. 

She lifted her pussy up a little after awhile, and looked down at me., "Hey 
are you still alive, kid?" she snarled. 

"Just barely," I gasped, giving her sensitized clitty another little flick 
for good measure. 

"You're a good sport," she said. "I guess you can stay." 

"Do I have any choice?" 

"In this place, you sure do have a choice where you bunk. We make sure of 
it!" Norma said, as Jane got off my face, and sat down. Her jugs were 
shaking as she tried to catch her own breath. 

I looked down at Norma, who was still positioned between my legs. She was 
still teasing my pussy lips. 

"Th-thanks," I said to her, never believing that I would ever thank a female 
for taking me by force, raping me, actually, and then making me enjoy it. 

"You're a natural," she grinned. She was still licking her lips, and her 
chin and cheeks were gleaming wet with my pussy juices. 

"Do-do you want me to get you off?" I asked, looking down at the big woman. 

"Only if I say so," she growled, crawling up between my legs, and sprawling 
flat on my body. She grabbed my wrists, too, and pulled them way over my 
head. I could feel her heavy hair pressing against the hair of my muff. 

"Just remember, kid, that I'm the boss around here, and I say how I want it. 
And right now I want to fuck you pussy-to-pussy. You got a nice, wet, pink 
pussy, and I'm gonna ground my dark pussy into yours and make us both come. 
And you better come, you hear? I don't frig girls for nothing!" 

I felt her thickly-furred muff beginning to grind all over mine. At first it 
was a little scarey, because I figured that she was a dyke, and that she 
could kill me if she wanted to, and I didn't think I liked the idea of being 
in the power of a dyke. 

But it started to feel so good that I didn't care if she was bossy. Her 
grinding motions against my pussy spread my pussy lips wide apart, and her 
pussy got spread wide apart, too, until the inner girl-meat was pressing 
stickily together. It was a strange feeling, but it also felt good, too ... 
just as good as her tongue had felt. 

I started to grind my pussy up into hers. Our pussy meat was pressed so 
close together, and Norma seemed to know so much what she was doing, that I 
was afraid she'd know if I faked it. 

So I really tried to come, real hard. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

I don't know why I tried so hard. At first I thought I wasn't going to like 
a dyke sprawled on top of me, but her soft body, with those big, gorgeous 
tits of hers, pressing into my tits, and the very contrast in my very white 
skin and her dark skin turned me on all over again. 

Her pussy was as talented as her tongue, and she started rolling all over my 
cunt. Our lips got spread wide open, and we were very sticky. She was turned 
on by what she had done. I could tell because I could feel how wet her lips 
were with her own come, and I was getting turned on just by the incredibly 
soft, sticky feel of her dark woman-meat pressing open my light woman-meat. 
I started humping up into her real hard, grinding my muff around and around 
on her pussy, and I was turned on almost right away. 

Her tits were pressed tight against my tits. My nipples were all puckered 
with the pleasure that was running through me. My body started to tremble 
all over again, not because I was scared, but because the feeling of her 
body on mine was delicious and it was getting me all hot-to-trot, even 
though I had just come like gangbusters. 

I was breathing very hard, and I was beginning to sweat. Our flat bellies, 
pressed tightly together, were slipping and sliding all over each other, and 
that felt good too. I could feel the hard points of her nipples, puckered 
and pressed against the soft flesh of my big jugs. 

It was altogether a very nice, sensuous kind of feeling, and I could feel my 
pussy juices pouring freely, as Norma humped me. Her humping and grinding 
motions got heavier and quicker as her own orgasm built. 

I was hoping she wasn't so her-up that she would come before me, because she 
had told me I had better come or else! But I didn't have anything to worry 
on that score. I was climbing fast, as her pussy lips tickled my clitoris, 
and drove it crazy. It was tingling and sending hot shooting sensations of 
pleasure coursing through my whole body. 

Norma's mouth reached down and covered mine, and I felt her tongue pressing 
between my teeth. Her mouth tasted strange, until I realized that I was 
tasting my own cunt cream on her generous oral cavity! I started kissing her 
back hard, running my tongue along her smooth white teeth, and finding the 
tip of her tongue and wrestling with it. 

Then I ran my tongue around and around her mouth, feeling the little ridges 
on the roof of her mouth, and teasing the incredibly smooth underside of her 
tongue. She couldn't keep her tongue still. It went all over the place in my 
mouth. It was running along the sides of my tongue, and then both our 
tongue-tips were pressed together, and then her tongue ran around the roof 
of my mouth, and then down the insides of my cheeks, and around and around. 

Her tongue alone would have helped to make me come, but I didn't need any 
help at all in that department. 

She had a big, big pussy. Her mound was big, and fat and full, and her pussy 
lips were big and fat and full. They were even bigger and fatter, now that 
they were engorged with blood from her lust. And she just kept humping and 
grinding into my own excited pussy lips, until I thought I was going to 
faint again, just from the hot, fiery pleasure of it all. 

Our bodies kept humping faster and faster as our orgasms built, and our 
tongues went crazy in each other's mouths, as our orgasms mounted. I really 
went wild when I realized that I was going to come again like a fiend, and 
at approximately the same time she came. I could feel her pussy juices 
flowing hotly over my pussy lips. 

My own juices were pouring out of my hot love-hole, and trickling down my 
ass cheeks, leaving a big wet pool under my wriggling ass. The two of us 
were writhing all over the bed, and grunting and moaning into each other's 
mouth, and our hands were all over each other. 

She had released my wrists. I guess she figured I was going to cooperate. 
Boy did I cooperate! I hadn't ever in my life been as delirious as I was 
that night! I ran my hands up and down her back. She was slender but built 
out of her mind, and boy was she strong. A man would have envied her her 
muscles, not that she looked muscle-bound or anything like that. She looked 
just like a delicious girl would look, except that she was built better than 
most of the girls I knew. 

Anyway, I was going crazy. We were rolling all over the bunk, and our legs 
and arms were getting all mixed up together, as our pussies humped madly and 
wetly together. 

She started coming first. I could tell because I felt her pussy juices 
gushing onto my wet tingling pussy meat. But I wasn't long after her, and 
the two of us beat each other's pussies in this staccato rhythm as we came 
violently together. 

The only problem was, both of us were so wild, we were squealing and 
yelling. Both of us had to keep our mouths plastered against each other's 
mouths, to keep the noise down. 

I felt as if my cunt were on fire as I came violently. I knew I was 
scratching Norma's humping back with my fingernails, but I couldn't help it. 
I was crazy with ecstasy, and it lasted a long time. Finally, slipping and 
sliding all over each other, we cooled down enough to separate our mouths, 
and breathe a little. It was the best time I ever had, and I never thought 
I'd make it with a woman. 

After that, even though it wasn't easy in the prison, it was O.K. Norma, 
Jane and I made a great threesome, and they were the terrors of the 
reformatory. Norma was eighteen and had been there for four years. Jane was 
sixteen and had been there for three years. 

So I figured, as long as I'm in with the right group, I might as well make 
the best of it. I sure got a better deal from Norma and Jane than I got from 
my own folks! 

The only problem is, I'm supposed to be released in two months, and the 
social worker came around to find out how my head was. She didn't like it, 
so she sent me to you. 

I'm supposed to have a model record in the prison. That's a bunch of 
bullshit. With Norma and Jane to teach me everything I know, I just never 
got caught. And I don't want to go home. I hate my parents as much as they 
hate me. I'm never going back there. I'm going to run away again, so I can 
get back into the reformatory. Norma has another year to go, and Jane has 
two years, so I'll have good company! 

CONCLUSION 

After a long consultation with Mattie's social worker, we decided to remand 
her to a very fine boarding school, which specializes in disturbed children. 

Her home life certainly wasn't of the best, as my research bore out, and her 
parents didn't really want her, nor could they handle her. 

I recommended therapy several times a week for a couple of years, while she 
was at the boarding school. Her case is difficult, but with time, she can be 
helped. 

Part of her problem happened to be the fact that she was using Norma and 
Jane as parent substitutes. And the two tough women did indeed supply her 
with an intimacy and support that her parents never gave her. 

It is hoped that once she is placed in the boarding school, and with 
continued sessions with me, that she will transfer these loyalties, which 
are very strong, to other, more worthy objects. 

I am afraid, however, that if she remains in the prison much longer the 
transfer of her loyalties will not be possible. 

 CASE HISTORY TWO 

Subject: Sally M. 

Age: Thirteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Sally was a stunning blonde. I was shocked when I saw how innocent and sweet 
she was, the first time she came into my office. I was doing some work with 
the girls who were due for parole, to prepare them for life outside prison 
walls. 

Sally's body was lush, and very full. She certainly didn't look her thirteen 
years, and there was a self-confidence about her that surprised and pleased 
me. She had been in the prison for a year and a half, for theft. 

After her initial good impression, I became disturbed by her indifference to 
her crime. As her story unfolds, you will see the reasons for her 
indifference. 

Well, Doc, I'm really glad to be here. The parole board says I can be 
released in six months. I'm supposed to come to you once a week until then. 
I don't really want to. I think it's a waste of time, and there's nothing 
wrong with me. 

I'm an orphan. I was bounced around from one foster home to another. Most of 
those creeps only want foster kids to get the money. God forbid they should 
spend any of it on the kids they keep. 

The last home I was in had twelve foster kids-honest to God! Twelve! And 
they were awful. I shared a bedroom with this one girl who was a real rat. 
Our foster mother, the creep, had sent me out with her one day to do some 
errands. I did what I was supposed to do, and as we were leaving the fabric 
shop, this girl I roomed with, Nancy, giggled, and shoved a bag in my hand. 

"Take a look at that. We can fence it and get some money!" she said. 

"What is it?" I asked. I looked in the bag, and it was this big piece of 
real pretty silk. I started to take it out of the bag, and that was when the 
store guard came over, and clapped his grubby hand on my shoulder. 

"All right, young lady," he said, "you come with me." 

I went all right! And no amount of pleading, begging, or crying, or swearing 
on a stack of Bibles would convince those fucking juvenile authorities that 
I didn't do it! 

I got sent up. Of course. That's a good way to get rid of a kid who's still 
too young to work, and who is only a burden on the state, anyway. Next time 
around, Nancy is not going to have anything on me. I'm gonna steal up a 
storm. Nancy did it and got away with it. Now I'm going to do it, and I got 
lots of good lessons here in prison, I really did. 

The first few days I got beat up a lot. Most of the prison population is 
black, and I was in for it, as far as those black bitches were concerned, 
with my blonde hair and blue eyes. You want to know what I think? I think 
they were jealous! 

Anyway, on the fourth day, one of these black bitches threw soup at me, and 
I beat the shit out of her. One of the matrons took me to the head matron's 
office. The minute I saw her, I knew I was in for it. She was black as the 
ace of spades, and she looked mean. I noticed that she was playing with a 
billy club on her desk, fondling it as if it were a dildo, and then banging 
it, making dents in the big, old wooden desk. 

"Sit down!" she barked in this voice that sounded like a bull horn. 

I sat. Then she gave me this lecture about high and mighty young blonde 
girls who pick on poor little black girls. 

I figured it couldn't get any worse than it was going to be, so I gave it 
back, about fucking little black bitches who are so high and mighty and who 
act so meek and humble and lick ass with the authorities, and then try to 
lord it over white girls, just because they think they're weak. 

The matron turned kind of gray around the gills when I was speaking like 
that to her. I guess no one had dared do it before. And then she got this 
grim smile on her face, and her dark eyes lit up with this evil kind of 
glow. 

"I suppose you don't lick ass," was all she said. 

I just stared at her. She grabbed me roughly by the front of my dress and 
pulled me to my feet so that I was staring her straight in the eye. I was 
scared, I don't mind telling you, but I decided to brazen it out. I wasn't 
going to get licked in this hell-hole! So I just kept staring at her, until 
she slapped me hard across the face. Then she threw me over the desk, face 
down. 

"Let's see how tough you think you are!" she bellowed at me. I heard her 
walk over to the door, and lock it, and then she came back to the desk 
again. She pulled up my dress up to my waist, and started beating my fanny 
with that billy club. And it hurt like hell! I just reached up and gripped 
the front edge of the desk with my hands, until my knuckles were white. I 
wasn't going to cry out. 

But I was crying anyway. I didn't make any noise, but the tears rolled down 
my cheeks while she hit my ass cheeks with that rubber club. After awhile, 
though, it didn't hurt so hard, so I blinked my tears away, and just waited 
for her to finish. It was really a funny sensation. Here she was, beating 
the shit out of me, and my ass cheeks were really hot and stinging, but the 
warmth was sort of spreading to me, until it even felt a little bit good. 

She finally stopped beating me. I could hear her breathing heavily. At first 
I thought it was because of all the effort she had put into whipping my ass. 
But then her breathing got even more heavy and she started to rub my ass 
cheeks. I thought to myself that I'd rather get beaten ten times over than 
to have that bull dyke playing with my rump. 

Suddenly, she pulled my pants down, and then picked me up and threw me on 
the floor. I was shocked. I watched her pull her pants down, and then she 
fell on top of me. I have to say, she was a big woman, and the impact of her 
fall on my body took my breath away for a few minutes. I struggled for 
awhile, but it was no use. She was a big mother! And she was a hell of a lot 
stronger than me. 

"You think you're so tough?" she gasped. "Let's see if you're tough enough 
to take me!" That was all the challenge I needed, and I just gritted my 
teeth, prepared to see it through to the end. 

She squirmed over my body till her big, hairy muff was right in my face. I 
squealed, and threw my legs up in the air, as I felt her tongue suddenly 
licking my pussy lips. I had never let a girl do that to me, and a few of 
the kids in the homes I was in had asked me. I always said no. But this 
time, I had no choice. 

I already had the experience of telling someone in authority that someone 
else, and not me, had done something wrong. And no one believed me. Now that 
I was a jailbird, who was going to believe me? I decided to play along with 
the game. 

Her pussy had this strong, gamy odor. At first, I didn't like it, but as she 
kept on licking my pussy, and I wasn't going to give something without 
getting something in return, I decided to reciprocate. 

Very gingerly, at first, I stuck my tongue out, and touched her pussy. Her 
lips were all big, and swollen and dark, and they were gleaming with her 
pussy juices. I could see her big hole, and the pussy cream was just pouring 
out of it. I thought it wouldn't taste good, but after I got the first taste 
of it in my mouth, I realized that it didn't taste too bad, so I licked 
again. 

I felt her moaning against my muff before I heard the sound. My ass was so 
hot from the beating that I think it excited me anyway. I wasn't sure, but I 
was also desperate to get out of this joint alive. I started licking away 
like crazy. It didn't take me long to get used to the smell coming from her 
cunt, and it actually started to turn me on. 

The last thing I remember thinking clearly, before I really let loose and 
enjoyed it was that I was not only a jailbird, I was a pervert. And then I 
laughed. I don't know what that damned black matron thought of my laughing. 
She was tonguing me furiously now. Her hands were kneading my soft round ass 
cheeks which were stinging so much as her mouth bobbed up and down on my 
pussy. 

The heat from my beaten ass cheeks just mounted. I felt as if I had a fever, 
and I could feel the pussy juices starting to flow from my cunt. I didn't 
like that idea so much, because I knew I couldn't hide my excitement from 
this bull dyke, and I might be in for more of the same. 

But I couldn't help it. Her big, thick tongue really worked wonders on my 
pussy sending me into spasms of pleasure. She ran her thick tongue up and 
down my slit, teasing my pussy lips until they were really swollen and 
hot-to-trot. And all the time her tongue was going crazy on my muff, I was 
taking my lessons from her and running my tongue up and down on her twat. 

I saw her clitoris start to pop out of its fleshy folds. It was big and 
inflamed. I wondered what would happen if I stuck the tip of my tongue on 
it, so I did. Her black, thickly-furred muff started bouncing up and down on 
my mouth like crazy. I thought that was kind of fun, and the pain from my 
brutalized ass was easing out as the pleasure sensations built. So I really 
started teasing her clitoris. 

I ran my tongue wetly around and around the little button, and then teased 
the rest of her swollen pussy lips, and then tried to fuck my tongue into 
her hole. Her pussy juices were gushing even more copiously now, and her 
hips were humping up and down on my mouth even faster. 

I started to get off on the things her mouth was doing to me, and I went 
wild, and forgot all about my head and my reasoning powers. It was like I 
was a wildwoman, and I really wanted to get off. I wondered if I would be 
the first girl in prison to get off on a matron, and then I decided that 
that wasn't possible. 

This black bitch who was eating me out had all the practice in the world. 
And in this prison, she also had all the power, so she could do anything she 
liked, and who could do anything back to her? 

I kept running my tongue from her cunt hole up her swollen labia to that 
hard, excited little clitoris, imitating her tongue, and then inventing a 
few moves I hadn't felt her doing. 

She started to moan heavily against my muff, as my tongue moved faster and 
harder. I guess I was getting the hang of it, and pleasing her. Her moans 
against my cunt made my own clitoris tingle deliciously. I felt my hips 
starting to hump up against her mouth. 

She opened her mouth wide, and gobbled up all of my pussy in it. I can't 
begin to describe that sensation. It was incredible. I felt as if there were 
en enormous pressure on my pussy. I felt it throbbing powerfully, as her 
mouth sucked on it. I could feel my pussy lips swelling more than they had 
ever swelled before. 

Inside her mouth, her tongue wasn't idle. It was still flicking back and 
forth with lightning-like moves over my clitoris, and my hips were just 
grinding away up into her full, black mouth. I did the same favor for her, 
opening my mouth wide, and stuffing as much of her huge pussy into it as I 
could. 

It really was a funny sensation, and one that I got to like very much, 
because after this time, we did it a lot together. I was really into it, 
humping up into her furiously and in almost the same rhythm as her cunt was 
humping into my mouth. 

I could feel the throbbing of her cunt flesh in my mouth, as I sucked on it. 
The blood was pounding through her cunt like a tom-tom. There was an 
indescribable sense of power in knowing that I could turn on this grim-faced 
matron, and I decided to give it all I had. 

I guess I was more or less beside myself at this point, anyway. Her tongue 
had me insane with sensual bliss, and my hips were bouncing all over that 
carpet, and banging up into her mouth furiously. 

Her own rhythm increased, as I really sucked hard on her cunt, teasing the 
clitoris with my tongue. Her pussy juices were really pouring into me, and I 
was swallowing them as fast as I could, so that they wouldn't drip down onto 
my chin. 

There was so much cream, however, that some of it did escape in spite of my 
heroic efforts to get it all. By the time I had finished that first drink of 
pussy cream, I decided to become addicted to it. It really did taste good, 
slick and thick, and creamy going down. 

I could tell from the increased throbbing in her twat that she was about to 
come. Playfully, I bit gently on her clitoris, and that did it. I almost was 
suffocated as her cunt pressed hard into my face, rubbing all over me and 
going crazy. She was swiveling her hips insanely, and humping down on my 
face furiously, as if she had gone mad. 

I kept trying to keep my tongue on her clitoris as her muff bounced wildly 
up and down and around on my face. It was fun trying, even if I didn't 
always succeed with it. She was just moving too wildly for me to be able to 
manage it. 

But I did manage to keep my tongue somewhere on her cunt. Either it was 
running up and down her swollen cunt lips, or I was trying to tongue-fuck 
her flowing hole, to capture all of the juices. My chin and cheeks were 
sticky with the passion juices that were flowing from her. 

As her orgasm eased out a little, I felt my own orgasm building. Her tongue 
was going crazy on my cunt. She was moaning and grunting, and flattening her 
tongue out to press it heavily against my swollen, wet pussy lips, and then 
making it smaller, to tease my clitoris with the wet tip of it. 

I could feel my pussy juices gushing madly, and I started to squeal against 
her black muff. She only increased her tonguing motions as my hips went 
wild, slamming lasciviously up and down and around the matron's big, 
experienced mouth. I had never felt pleasure like that. 

It was as if my mind had wandered away somewhere, leaving only my body 
behind, and my body had become all cunt. Really! I don't know how else to 
describe it. I was all cunt, and it was rippling insanely as the matron's 
tongue flicked briefly in and out of the love hole, and then ran upward to 
the clitoris to tickle that into more fiery life. 

I reached up and placed my hands on the matron's buttocks. They were big and 
soft, and high, and they bounced all over the place, as my tongue drove her 
to the delicious delirium of orgasm. 

We both finished coming about the same time. I was feeling shaky, but I also 
felt good. Not only had I come strongly and for a long time, but I had made 
the matron come. I figured that gave me a bit of a handle on her. 

I wondered what else she was going to do to me, as she lay on top of me, 
wriggling over my long, slender blonde body, and moaning heavily, as she 
relaxed from the dynamite experience of her orgasm. 

I felt the same, relaxed, and warm, and almost sleepy from the orgasm that 
had ripped through me, thanks to her tongue. 

I couldn't wait for round two! 

INTERVIEW TWO 

I lay there for a long time. My ass still stung, but it was a very nice and 
pleasant kind of stinging, and my pussy was just tingling in this funny wild 
way. 

The matron got up off me, and pulled me to my feet. I was a little shaky on 
my pins. She threw my panties on me, and told me to put them on. Then she 
unlocked the door, and got one of the matrons to take me to my cell. She 
never said a word to me. 

I wondered what was going to happen to me on account of that little session 
in her office. I didn't have to wait long. 

I had been working in the laundry, which was hot, dirty, miserable work. One 
of the favorite ways the black girls had of really tormenting the white 
ones, and there weren't too many of us, was to push our faces in the 
scalding water, and reach out with irons and sear our skin. So I wasn't too 
fond of the work. 

When I reported to work the following morning after breakfast, I was told to 
go to the head matron's office. I went, accompanied by a matron. I didn't 
feel too good, let me tell you. I was afraid of what she had in store for 
me. 

When we got to the office, she handed a sheet of paper to the matron. 

"Take her up to the library. We just lost one of the assistants because of 
parole." 

I thought that was a funny way to put it, losing a prisoner to parole, but I 
went. The library was much better. It also turned out to be a lot of fun. 
There were lots of rooms around, and not too many of the prison inmates went 
there, except for studying, so the three black girls and I had a pretty good 
time. 

I guess if life is easier, people get easier about dealing with other 
people. These black girls didn't tease me or torment me. We used to read a 
lot, all of us, because there wasn't too much to do, but they also played a 
lot. 

Matrons would come in to get books, and two of the girls would be out to the 
John. Actually, they would be behind a bookcase, doing a number on each 
other. And I joined in. I actually enjoyed it. 

About a week later, the matron called me down to her office again, and she 
locked the door. She wanted to find out how I liked the place. I knew better 
than that. And I was ready for anything. 

She talked for awhile, and I just kept up my tough facade. Then she whacked 
me across the ass with that billy club again, and I kept a stony face this 
time. I figured she'd want to sixty-nine, but she didn't. 

Grinning at me, she offered me the billy club. "Let's see you do a number on 
me," she grinned. I was really scared then! I didn't know what she would do 
to get even. 

She had turned around and was lying across the desk, her hands gripping the 
front edge of the desk, the same way I had. I have to admit, between my 
fiery ass which was exciting my always-fiery cunt, and the thought of really 
beating the shit out of her, I was aroused. 

I pulled up her skirt until it was around her waist, and then I started to 
whack her with the billy club. She moaned, and wiggled her ass around a lot, 
so I knew she was enjoying it. I could see the stain forming on the crotch 
of her panties as I whacked her. And my cunt was dripping, too. 

Then I had an idea. I pulled her pants down. She gasped, and turned to look 
at me, and when I put the narrow end of the billy club near her cunt, she 
groaned some more, and her body, which had stiffened with surprise relaxed. 
I pressed into her cunt slowly at first. 

She was wriggling all over the desk. She had spread her thighs as wide apart 
as they would go, and her big, brown ass was wiggling all over the black 
rubber billy club. When I got it in as far as I thought it was safe without 
splitting her wide open, I started rolling it around in her cunt, and 
rubbing it back and forth. When I pulled it out the first time, it was all 
covered with her pussy juices and it gleamed lewd-like in the overhead light 
of the office. 

I just kept fucking her in and out, in and out with that rubber, billy-club 
dildo, until she came all over that desk. And she came wildly. I thought for 
awhile that she was going to jump right off the desk. Her hips were bouncing 
up and down, and wriggling all over my hand as I pumped in and out of her 
insatiable cunt. 

My hand and wrist were covered with her come juices which were pouring out 
of her love-hole. When she had calmed down a little, I withdrew the billy 
club, and wiped it off with some kleenex which she had on the desk. Then I 
handed it back to her, along with her pants which she had kicked off her 
ankles, where they had hung for awhile, after I pulled them down. 

She grinned at me, and then grabbed me, pushing me tight into her huge, high 
tits. I could feel them rubbing against my tits, through her thin uniform 
blouse, and it felt good. 

I didn't know why, but that felt good, so I started to hump my pussy into 
hers. She had apparently had enough, because she pushed me away, and after 
putting on her panties, she remanded me to the matron who was waiting across 
the hall, sitting in a chair. 

I was real horny all night because I had got the matron off, but she didn't 
get me off at all. She had beaten my ass and made me excited. My ass was all 
red, and it stung like hell. I frigged myself all night, but that wasn't 
good enough for me. 

I have to tell you, I'm not a virgin. I was raped by one of my foster 
fathers when I was about nine years old, and I've had several foster 
brothers since then, in the various homes where I was placed. And what I 
really wanted was to feel something thick and hard up my cunt. I was angry 
with the matron because she hadn't done it to me. 

When I got to the library the next morning, I went up to Sophie. Sophie is 
about seventeen, and she's big and dykish. I didn't tell her anything about 
the matron, because I didn't want to lose my easy job. I just said I was 
horny. 

"You want me to suck you off, sweetie?" Sophie asked, her dark eyes glowing. 
"I do love white meat!" she laughed. 

"You can if you want to, Sophie," I said, toying to get around to what was 
really on my mind. "If you do that, I'll do you," I said. 

"But you don't sound too enthusiastic," she said, pulling some cards from 
the catalogue drawer. 

"Nah...!" I said, as I marked new arrivals, and put the catalogue number on 
them, and made out cards myself. "I want something big stuffed up my cunt." 

Sophie laughed. When Joan and Ruby came down from the stacks where they had 
been storing returned books, Sophie whispered to them. Both of them burst 
out laughing. 

"Well, but who wants to do it?" 

For awhile, I felt like some kind of crud, since they seemed to be fighting 
about who was going to do it. I figured they just didn't want to touch me, 
except to lick me off, and let me lick them to craziness. 

It turned out that they were fighting among themselves. Sophie had hidden up 
in the stacks in the history section, where no one ever went, a dildo. She 
had stolen it from one of the matrons when she had been called into the 
office to be yelled at for something. 

The girls all took turns using it, but they didn't dare bring it to their 
cells because of the frequent searches, and the risk they would take of 
being deprived of their pet toy. 

They had never told me about it. They said they weren't sure about me, how 
far I'd go. Sophie agreed that she and I would go up to the stacks, and Joan 
and Ruby would be the lookouts, and then Joan and Ruby would go up to the 
stacks to use it. 

My cunt was really creaming when I climbed up the tin stairs leading to 
where they stored all the books, and we went to the history section, where 
no one ever went, and found the dildo. It was in a hollowed-out book, way in 
the back of the tin shelves, where no one would find it. 

Sophie did this gorgeous strip tease in front of me, taking off all her 
clothes. 

Her skin was a light brown, and her breasts looked like ripe pears just 
ready to fall from a tree, they were so full and soft-looking. While she was 
stripping, I wasn't wasting any time. I hadn't had all my clothes off except 
for a shower, since I'd got to this lousy joint, and I intended to take full 
advantage of it. 

Pretty soon, we were both down to the buff, and we started crawling all over 
each other. I was particularly eager to get my hands on her gorgeous tits, 
and as I reached out, I realized that that was where Sophie was heading, 
too. I could feel my nipples pucker under her soft hands, as she palmed my 
full breasts, and I watched with pleasure as my soft flesh excited her 
nipples to hard erection. 

I kneaded them with my thumb and forefinger, loving the feeling of the hard 
puckered flesh. My pussy was really creaming as we lay down, and rolled all 
over each other, teasing each other's pussy, and really driving each other 
wild. 

Sophie did me first. She straddled my head, leaning forward so that this 
dildo, which looked exactly like a penis, and even felt a bit like one, was 
pressed against the entrance to my cunt. Then she lay on me, flat, her legs 
spread, and her muff right near my mouth. 

She had a nice, clean, womanly smell, and I enjoyed it, as I flicked out my 
tongue to tease her clitoris. I ran the tip of my tongue around and around 
her swollen clitty, until I felt the heavy, thick dildo pressing into my 
hungry twat. 

I couldn't even wait for her to push it in. I arched my hips up, wildly, 
impaling myself on the thick rubber head. I moaned against Sophie's cunt, my 
mouth wide open, as I gasped with the pleasure of feeling that dildo 
stretching my pussy walls wide open. 

"Oooooh, that do feel good, honey, do it again!" yelled Sophie, rocking her 
cunt back and forth on my mouth. I figured since she liked it, I might as 
well really give it to her. 

So I captured all of her cunt in my mouth, while she started pushing the 
dildo farther and farther into my insatiable snatch. I can't tell you how 
good it felt to have that big, rubber monster pushing into my twat. It was 
as good as the real thing as far as I was concerned. 

I started moaning in earnest against Sophie's cunt, and she started to fuck 
me with the dildo. She pulled it out to the head, and then pushed it all the 
way in again. Then she went in and out, in and out, and the more excited I 
got her with my tongue, and giving her a hum job against her swollen pussy, 
the harder and the faster she rammed that dildo in and out of me. 

My ass cheeks were slapping up and down on the floor as I wriggled and 
squealed and writhed all over that dildo! And Sophie really knew how to use 
it, too. She thrust it in and out, and then she twirled it around and around 
in my cunt, and the harder I licked her, the harder and faster that dildo 
went in and out of my aching twat. 

My cunt was itching something fierce, and that dildo was the answer to my 
prayers, as she shoved it in and out. I could feel the hard edges of it 
rubbing against the walls of my incredibly stretched pussy, and I could feel 
my juices lubricating it, pouring ah around the heavy, hard shaft, and down 
until they dripped over my ass, and trickled deliciously down my ass cheeks, 
to pool on the floor. 

Sophie was really going fast as I felt the heat increase in her pussy. My 
mouth was as much on fire from her cunt, and the licking and sucking I was 
doing, as my cunt was on fire from the beautiful fucking I was getting with 
the dildo. 

Sophie's cunt really started to press hard into my mouth. She was grinding 
her hips into my face with a real crazy motion, first back and forth, 
rocking across my sucking mouth, and then around and around as my tongue 
found her clitoris and circled the inflamed little love button. 

I really loved the way she felt on my mouth. I knew she was going to come 
any second, and I knew when she started to come that I would come with her. 
And she did start to come. I started lapping up her pussy juices furiously, 
as they poured out of her wildly. There was just too much for me to lap up 
all at once, and a lot of them dribbled down my chin, and over my cheeks. 

But I didn't mind at all. I loved it, as a matter-of-fact. 

As Sophie started to come, she really went wild with the dildo. She was 
ramming it in and out of me like crazy, and I could feel the fire in my own 
cunt building until finally, it spread through my whole body and I was 
almost convulsing under Sophie. I was twisting and turning, and my legs were 
kicking up and down as I felt my cunt muscles rippling against that massive 
dildo. 

Sophie kept on pumping it in and out of me frantically, as my tongue went 
wild on her pussy. I was moaning heavily, and I could tell from the 
vibrations of my lips as the moans came pouring out of my mouth, that I was 
really doing a number on her cunt. 

Her movements became even more spastic as the hum job triggered a bigger 
orgasm. We both started writhing heavily against each other. We were almost 
beating each other with our mouths and that dildo. 

Finally, the spasms of my orgasm eased out somewhat, and I relaxed a little, 
sighing with the pleasure of having my cunt reamed out so wonderfully. I 
grabbed Sophie around her rocking hips, and really hugged her, as I came 
floating down from the best orgasm I had had in a long time. 

I did the same thing for Sophie, that Sophie had done for me. As soon as we 
felt a little more steady after the dynamite orgasm we had had, I straddled 
Sophie's face, and used the dildo on her. We came even more violently the 
second time. My hand and wrist were just dripping with her come juices, and 
her face was covered with it, from licking me out. She even sucked on my 
pussy hole, trying to force more juices out of me. 

We got dressed, and left the dildo on a shelf, and went down to spell the 
other two girls. They complained when we came down, that we'd been up there 
an awful long time. But they were gone a long time, too. 

And that's the way it's been, Doc. The head matron still keeps using me. I 
think she's a bit odd. She loves to beat me, and then make me lick her out, 
but she's just as happy if I don't come. 

All I can say is, I'm very grateful for that library job, and the three 
girls I work with. They don't look down on whites, but they sure do go down 
on me good. And I'm getting pretty good at it myself. I can really bring 
them off! 

We use the dildo a lot. It seems that the longer you're confined to a place, 
the hornier you get. I used to think I'd be happy if I got off once a week. 
But I know it has to be at least once a day, and more if I can. 

The only time it gets tough is around exam time, when the library is full of 
inmates cramming for tests, and borrowing books they wouldn't touch any 
other time. But that's only for about a week. 

I guess I wouldn't mind staying here a bit longer. I don't have anything to 
do except to go back to more foster homes. And I have a criminal record 
anyway. 

CONCLUSION 

Sally was not the first girl who had told me a bizarre story like that. I 
spoke quietly to the prison officials, citing the instances I was given by 
these pathetic little patients. 

They very quietly removed all the offending matrons, and the head matron was 
not the only one who was making free with some of the young, lush bodies of 
the inmates, and then re-organized the prison. 

In the meantime, I made arrangements, through a very good friend of mine, to 
have Sally go into fosterage with a very kindly family who had no children 
of their own, and were too well off to need the money. That way she could 
have some stabilizing home life. 

I recommended extensive therapy for her, and planned to follow up on her 
case myself. I am happy to report that before she went out on parole, she 
had given up her defiant ideas of making a life of crime for herself. 

This case was, indeed unfortunate, because I believed her when she said she 
hadn't stolen the fabric. I was assured by the parole board, however, that 
if she got to her eighteenth birthday with no more prison record, that her 
file would be closed, and that there would be no record outstanding against 
her name. 

 CASE HISTORY THREE 

Subject: Jane C. 

Age: Twelve 

INTERVIEW ONE 

I couldn't believe that Jane was only twelve years old when she was first 
brought to my office, at the prison where I was studying the neurotic 
behavior of female inmates. 

She was extremely tall for a twelve-year-old, already five-feet-four, and 
her breasts were fully developed. They were full and ripe, and they tapered 
away to a very tiny waist and flared out again in firm, full hips. 

I noticed when she sat down and crossed her legs, that her legs were long 
and extremely well-shaped. She seemed impatient to start the interview. 

O.K., Doc, I know why I'm here, so I guess I should start from day one. You 
wanta know how many times I've fucked, and other sorts of behavior. Well, 
mostly, I guess, you wanta know how many times I've fucked. 

I've never fucked. I hate men. I want you to know that now. I've been here 
since I was eleven, and I'm going on thirteen now. I'm due for parole in 
three months if I keep my nose clean. 

That's a little hard to do. 

The reason I'm in reformatory is because I kept running away. I kept running 
away because my father kept chasing me around the house, trying to catch me 
when my mother wasn't around. 

You see, my mother worked, and my father stayed home all day and drank, when 
he wasn't pulling on his own meat, and chasing me. 

Boys really make me sick to my stomach. Finally, my mother and father 
couldn't stand my running away any more, and they took me to a social 
worker. When I told the social worker what my problem was, she decided I had 
a perverted imagination. She went to the juvenile judge who decided that the 
discipline of reformatory would be good for me until I got those sinful, 
lurid thoughts about my father out of my head. 

Reformatory isn't supposed to be like prison. Or at least the grownups and 
the prison authorities rationalize that it's not. It's just supposed to be a 
stricter school with closer supervision for small children with discipline 
problems. I really am angry that they didn't imprison my father. 

He's the one who's evil, not me! 

Anyway, they brought me here early one Saturday afternoon. The matron was a 
good sort, and she even got me a snack because I had missed lunch, and then 
showed me where I'd be having my classes, and where I'd be working, and the 
big yard where they exercised everybody. 

It sure didn't look any different from what I had read a prison was like, 
right down to the bars on the windows, and the fact that they locked the 
barred doors to your room every night. 

We all had roommates, and mine was a black girl named Sandy. She was really 
kind of mean-looking, and I didn't want to be locked in the same room with 
her. I didn't dare protest to the matron, though. I figured she'd give me a 
black mark or something on my record book. 

The doors all opened onto a large corridor. During the day they were 
unlocked, but the entrance and exit doors to the corridor itself were 
locked, with matrons guarding each door. That way, they figured we could all 
socialize and study together and stuff like that. 

It turned out not to be such a good idea. At first, Sandy was O.K. She was 
gruff, but she was very helpful. She told me how to fold things so that the 
matron would let us pass inspection which was every morning at six o'clock, 
and she told me some of the rules that the matron had failed to mention, 
rules made up by the older girls. 

Then she looked at me. "You got real pretty red hair, and white skin. The 
older black girls are gonna love making a sex-slave out of you!" 

I broke out into this cold sweat. 

"What are you talking about? This is supposed to be a prison, with police 
officers and everything around. How can they get away with that? I think 
you're mean for teasing me like that." 

"You'll see," Sandy said, grimly. "You don't have to believe me at all. When 
the time comes, you'll see I'm not mean. And another bit of advice. Act 
tough, and don't cry. If you do it will be worse for you." 

Well, I thought Sandy was lying. I found out different after supper. When I 
went to the dining hall, all the black girls were staring at me. I could 
watch their eyes gleaming as they followed my progress down the hall to my 
assigned place at the table. 

Then I heard some of the girls at the table behind mine start to titter. 
"Looks like cherry for dessert," one of them said. 

The others just giggled, until the matron yelled for them to be quiet. 

"See, I told you so!" Sandy said. I looked at her. She had a tough look on 
her face, but her eyes weren't so tough. 

"If they come to our cell, then that means I'm gonna get it too," Sandy 
whispered, digging into the ugliest-looking hash I have ever seen. "I hate 
you! I wish you hadn't come." 

"Maybe it won't happen," I whispered back, now on the defensive myself. 

"Oh, yes it will," she said, a large tear forming in her eye. 

And it did happen! A couple of hours after supper, when we were all supposed 
to be studying, I heard one of the matrons call out, "Where you going, 
Mabel?" 

"Down to check up on the new kid, Jane, to see what books she's gonna need 
for class." 

"O.K.," the reply came back. Sandy looked at me wide-eyed. "If you scream 
out or tattle, it will be worse for you. Just take it and shut up!" 

Well, Mabel was the biggest, toughest-looking bruiser of a female I've ever 
seen in my life. She must have been close to six feet and she was built 
like, forever, it seemed. Her legs must have been a mile long, and her tits 
were big, and they didn't even sag. She had a small waist and big hips. 

I looked at her and then I looked at Sally. Sally had this tough look on her 
face, and she was trying to out-stare Mabel. 

Then I saw a shadow in the doorway, beside Mabel. It was another black 
woman. She was smaller than Mabel, but no less imposing. They both walked in 
and slammed the door shut. 

"Whaddya think, Ruby?" asked Mabel, grinning at me. 

"Hmphhh!" Ruby said, going over to the desk that Sally and I shared and 
throwing a couple of text books on it. ".Here, kid, you're gonna need 
those." 

"I know something else she's gonna need," Mabel sneered walking over to 
where I was sitting on my cot. 

"Yeah, but we need it first," Ruby laughed. They both started to take off 
their clothes. 

"O.K., you two, strip!" Mabel barked. 

Sally took off her uniform without saying anything, until she was nude. She 
really had a good-looking body. She was a light brown color, and her figure 
was similar to mine. She was tall like me, and she had big, ripe-looking 
breasts, and a flat belly, and her hips were slender. She had long legs, 
well-shaped. And she was strong-looking! 

I just sat there, until Ruby reached down, and pulled me to my feet. She 
pulled my face up real close to hers, until I could see the gold flecks in 
her dark brown eyes. 

"You listen. You do as you're told around here, see? If you don't, you'll 
find out what's good for you-fast!" 

"Yeah," drawled Mabel, whose body was as gorgeous out of clothes as it was 
in clothes, "how would you like to lose your pretty face?" 

I gulped, and did as I was told. The two black girls sat on my cot and 
whistled and made comments as I took my clothes off. I was shaking like a 
leaf. When I had finished undressing, the two black girls just looked me 
over, and then Mabel got up, and started to run her hands all over my body. 
I just stared. I didn't know what to do. 

Sally was just sitting there, silent, until Ruby told her to lie down. Mabel 
grabbed my wrists, and made me lie down on my bed. 

"O.K., Sally, you know what to do!" I heard Ruby croak, and pretty soon I 
heard Ruby moaning. In the meantime, Mabel had straddled my chest, with her 
pussy very close to my mouth. 

"You better learn what to do, baby, and fast!" threatened Mabel. I guess I 
was hip enough to understand what she wanted. I had never done it with a 
girl, but I had a couple of girlfriends at school who were lesbians, and 
they used to describe what girls do to other girls. 

I looked down at her muff. It was thickly-furred, and her pussy lips were 
swollen and gleaming with her pussy juices. And it smelled funny. I mean, 
real gamy and musky-like. 

Suddenly, Mabel slapped me real hard across my face. "Get to it, girl, now!" 
she bellowed. She moved up until her swollen, tawny-colored pussy lips were 
right over my mouth. Her pussy was creaming heavily, and it was dripping 
down on my mouth. 

At first, I was nauseated. I really thought I was going to get sick. But I 
was seeing stars from that slug she had thrown at me, and I wasn't willing 
to take any more of a beating, so I stuck my tongue out, and flicked it at 
her pussy lips. 

I thought I was going to hate the taste. But when I smacked my lips, and 
swallowed her pussy cream, I was relieved to find out that it didn't taste 
that bad, strange, but not bad. 

"Run your tongue up and down my slit," Mabel instructed. I started to do 
that. I flattened my tongue and pressed it into her soft, swollen girl-meat. 
Mabel started to groan, and she rocked her hips back and forth on my mouth, 
as I ran my tongue back and forth over her cunt. After a little while, I 
decided I liked the taste of her pussy juices, so I tried to stick my tongue 
into her fuck-hole, which was pouring with thick, creamy juices. 

Mabel seemed to like that, because she pressed her pussy harder into my 
mouth. Her cunt cream was flowing even more heavily now, and it was 
dribbling down my chin, because I couldn't lap it up fast enough. 

I started to run my tongue up her slit again, and I felt the hard, enlarged, 
and very inflamed nubbin of her clitoris. I decided to tease that for a 
little while, so I ran the tip of my tongue around and around the hard 
little love button. Mabel liked that even better. She had leaned forward, 
with her jugs dancing in front of my eyes. She had braced herself by putting 
her hands on my shoulders. Her hips were dancing all over my face now, and 
her pussy cream was pouring like a small waterfall. 

The room became filled with the smell of our pussy juices, because even I 
was getting turned on. I looked up at her gorgeous brown jugs which were 
bouncing in front of me. I had this urge to touch them. I wasn't sure 
whether Mabel would like it or not, but as the smell and the taste of her 
cunt got me aroused, I threw caution to the winds, and brought my hands up, 
and palmed her tits. 

Mabel certainly appreciated it! She actually smiled, and, encouraged by this 
sign of her approval, I kneaded her big nipples which were already puckered 
with her excitement, between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. Her 
breasts really were gorgeous. They were big, but very firm, and they stuck 
proudly out from her chest. 

I had always been proud of my own tits, but Mabel's were the best I had ever 
seen. Her skin was a dark brown, and her nipples were almost black they were 
so dark. And they were big nipples! They stood out straight and hard from 
the spongey mound of her boobs. I kept palming her tits, and kneading her 
nipples, and at the same time, I really got into licking her slit. 

Her meat was soft, and it was hot and throbbing on my tongue. I explored 
every nook and cranny of her pussy lips, teasing her love hole, and sucking 
up the juices and then running my tongue up to her clitoris, and circling it 
wetly while I did a number on her jugs. 

Mabel was moaning, and tossing around. Her full ass cheeks were bouncing up 
and down on my chest, and I realized that my own nipples were puckered with 
the pleasure of the soft contact of her brown flesh on my white skin. It 
started to be a very nice sensation in a weird way. I mean, I had never done 
it with a girl, and I thought it would be disgusting. 

I decided it might not be my favorite form of sexual entertainment, but it 
was nice. It was nice to be getting hot and excited with a woman. Her flesh 
was so soft, and her boobs were so big and beautiful, and she was acting so 
excited by everything I did for her. 

I guess I would have known what to do anyway. After all, I'm a girl, and I 
know what I like. And I took my own pleasure as my cue for what Mabel might 
like. I know I like fondling my own titties, so I guessed that Mabel might 
like it. And I knew that I liked to tease my own clitoris, until the little 
love button was on fire, and then come like gangbusters, so I kept teasing 
Mabel's clit. 

The only problem was, there was no one to do me. Over on the other cot, I 
kept hearing Ruby moaning, and grunting. I could hear wet sounds like Sally 
was really going to town on Ruby's cunt, licking her furiously. 

Mabel was going a little crazy, too. Her hips were really bouncing around 
now, and her muff ground into my face hard, so hard that there were times 
when I had trouble breathing. I kept trying to lick up all her pussy juices, 
but they were coming so hot and fast, that there was no way I could get it 
all. 

I decided that I would make that one of my goals while I was in the 
reformatory. Since I assumed this would be happening all the time, I was 
going to practice sucking up all the pussy juices that flowed from a girl's 
cunt. 

My cheeks and chin were covered with the slimy residue that I couldn't 
swallow, and it was dripping down onto the pillow. It was even in my hair, 
matting it. The sounds that were coming from the other bed were also a 
turn-on, and I could feel my own pussy starting to cream, as Mabel got 
wilder and wilder. 

"Oooooh, go to it, girl. Ohhh, you do it good. Ahhhhh!" groaned Mabel, 
pressing her cunt into my face. 

I got this wild idea. I opened my mouth wide, and I covered all of Mabel's 
cunt. I acted as if I wanted to swallow it whole. It took some doing, 
because Mabel had a big cunt, with big, fat lips, and a lot of fur, but I 
did it and then, covering my teeth with my lips, I started to munch on it, 
biting down softer than I should have, because Mabel yelled, "Harder! 
Harder. Do it!" 

I started really munching on her cunt. I even bit some of the pussy hairs, 
and pulled them. Mabel let out a little shriek, but she pumped her cunt into 
my mouth harder and harder. 

Her grip on my shoulders was really fierce, and I knew she was leaving 
bruises. I could also tell by the way her pussy flesh was throbbing that she 
was going to come soon. Her pussy juices were come so hot and heavy, that I 
was afraid I would choke on them, or drown in them. I started munching 
faster and faster, and just before she let out a strangled cry, indicating 
that her orgasm had started, I released her cunt, and began to tongue her 
clitoris furiously. Mabel went positively wild. 

Her flesh was slapping wildly all over my mouth and face. Her cunt was 
slipping and sliding wildly, as she wrestled in the throes of her orgasm. I 
had never seen anyone come that way before. 

Again, it was a turn-on. I really needed to come. I squeezed her nipples 
harder and harder, and really dug into the clitoris, which was jumping under 
the touch of my tongue. Mabel broke out into this heavy sweat, and threw her 
head back. 

Her mouth was wide open, in this soundless scream, but a little squeaking 
noise was coming from her throat. Her eyes were shut tightly, and her face 
all screwed up with her passion. It was wild, and fascinating, and it made 
me feel good to know that I had made her come like that. 

Finally, grunting heavily, her motions slowed down a bit, and she began to 
ease out of the convulsions that were really ripping through her. My own 
breathing was coming harder and harder, as Mabel relaxed. She had really 
turned me on, and I wanted to come badly. 

I heard Ruby grunting and groaning over on the other bed, as Sally sucked 
her to a climax. Pretty soon, both women were sighing and gasping. Mabel 
released her incredibly strong grip on my shoulders, and fell over on top of 
me while her breathing came back to normal. 

I looked over on the other bed. The two black women were pressed together, 
and Ruby looked as if she had come heavily, too. I caught Sally's eye, but I 
couldn't quite understand the nature of the look. 

Finally, Mabel sat up, shakily, and put her uniform back on. She looked at 
me and grinned. 

"You'll do fine," she said gruffly. "You're my little sex slave from now on, 
and you can make sure when you get your list of duties to mark down that you 
suck me off every night." 

With that, she got up, and left the room with Ruby. 

There was only one problem. I had done such a good job on Mabel, that I was 
horny as hell, and I didn't know what to do about it, except wait for lights 
out, and then frig myself to sleep. My cunt was twitching furiously, and my 
clitoris was on fire. 

I got up and put on the pajamas they had given me, and then lay down on the 
bed for awhile, to read. Sally put her pajamas on for bed check, but she 
just lay there staring at me. 

The matron finally came down the hall, closing doors, and saying good night 
to the inmates. When she got to our door and looked in, I was reading, and 
Sally was pretending to sleep, with her face to the wall. I looked up at the 
matron. I was almost afraid she'd know what we were doing. 

"Hmmm!" she said roughly. "I see you're studying. Good. We'll probably get 
along well, then." Then she closed the door, and locked it. A few minutes 
later, someone in the corridor bellowed, "Lights out!" and the room was in 
darkness. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

I waited for awhile, hoping to hear Sally's breathing get deeper, meaning 
that she was asleep. Instead, I heard Sally tossing and turning on her bed. 
It suddenly occurred to me that Sally might have been just as turned on as I 
was, and needed to get off, too. 

I mean, I didn't mind getting Mabel off. As a matter-of-fact, I rather 
enjoyed it. But the girls sure as shit didn't do anything for me, or for 
Sally, from what I could see. 

Under the covers, I put my hand on my pussy, and felt my pussy meat jump 
with excitement at the warm pressure of my hand. I really needed to get off, 
bad, but with Sally tossing and turning, I didn't know how to do it without 
her knowing. 

Then I heard Sally get out of bed. I heard her walking across the small 
room, and I felt her sitting on my bed. 

"Jane, are you awake?" 

I was real angry. "Yes, dammit, I am!" I growled. "What did you expect? I 
get off that big black dyke, and she doesn't do anything for me." 

"Well, how do you think I feel?" Sally asked in an aggrieved tone of voice. 

"I haven't the slightest idea!" I said. "You're more used to this than I am. 
I can't believe they get away with this." 

"Well, they do, and they always have. Usually, when they come to my room, I 
just wait till lights out, and do myself." 

"Well, that's sort of what I had in mind," I said, feeling better about my 
need to frig myself. 

"Why don't we do it to each other?" 

"I don't know," I said, doubtfully. "I've never done it before tonight." 

"Well, I never did it before I got here, either," Sally said. "But a fact's 
a fact! I need to get off, and so do you." 

Sally had reached out, and was fondling one of my breasts through the 
blanket. I could feel my nipple pucker, and knew that I was getting even 
more turned on by her soft, brown hand. 

Then she lay down beside me, and started to kiss my cheek. I could feel her 
breathing getting heavier and heavier. 

"Oh, what the hell," I said, as I found my own breath labored, "Let's!" I 
sat up, and pulled off my pajamas, and Sally did the same. Then we were in 
each other's arms, pressed tightly together. We were kissing and dry-humping 
each other's pussy. I really liked the soft feel of our bodies together, the 
feeling of Sally's nipples puckering against my tit-flesh, and the feeling 
of my puckered nipples, rubbing over Sally's big, brown boobs. 

I started to giggle, and Sally did, too. That made our bodies jiggle and 
hump more against each other. Our bellies were really jiggling, and that 
made me more excited. 

I brought my hand up, to palm Sally's nice tits. She returned the favor 
herself, squeezing my nipples, and making them pucker more. We were still 
giggling and playing with each other, when Sally sneezed. That made her 
pussy hump heavily into mine. I felt the wet, sticky contact of her inner 
pussy lips against my pussy lips, which were swollen and peeking out of the 
outer lips. 

My cunt was really creaming at this point. Sally started to sneeze again, 
and this time, when her cunt pressed hard into mine, I humped back at her. 
Sally gasped. 

"Let's see if we can come just humping each other." 

"O.K.," I said, liking the sensation of our fat little mounds pressed into 
each other, and the scratchy, tickling feel of our cunt hairs mingling. We 
started to hump our muffs into each other, grinding them around and around. 
Each movement opened up the outer lips even more, and made our inner pussy 
meat press and slip and slide against each other. 

It really was a nice feeling, and I could feel fiery sensations of pleasure 
starting in my cunt and then rippling up to my head. I knew that Sally was 
feeling the same way, because she started humping faster and faster, and 
grinding her meat around and around my swollen, wet lips. I was also humping 
faster and harder, as I felt the fire building in my cunt, I couldn't help 
it anymore. I kept pressing and pressing into Sally's thick, sticky meat 
while she was rubbing around and around with her pussy meat. 

We were still kissing, our tongues touching briefly, and then our tongues 
roamed around and around our moist, heavily breathing mouths. The whole 
feeling was soft and sensuous, and I could feel my orgasm starting slowly in 
my cunt. 

Sally got so crazy, finally, that she rolled over on top of me. I spread my 
legs apart, so that she could continue to rub and press into my pussy meat. 
She was really humping at me like crazy now, and my clitoris was on fire as 
well as my cunt. 

Then I felt Sally's pussy cream gushing furiously. It was dribbling out of 
her cunt in hot streams and rolling down her slit and landing on my pussy 
meat. It felt strange and nice, and Sally started really beating into me 
with her body. Her tongue went crazy in my mouth as her pussy went crazy on 
mine. 

The friction from her rubbing sent even more heat coursing through my body 
and then I felt my own orgasm building. It was sharp and quick when it first 
started, rumbling in my cunt and then spreading through my whole body, hot 
and fierce. And then as it spread it got softer, and I thought my brain and 
my body was covered in this red, hot haze. 

My body trembled wildly,-as the spasms in my cunt rippled upward, until my 
whole body was taut with pleasure. Sally was still dry-humping me furiously, 
her body covered with sweat. She was moaning in my mouth, and her soft, wet 
tongue was running around and around my mouth. 

The pleasure of her tongue in my mouth only intensified the feelings that 
were rippling through me. I brought my knees up, spreading my cunt even 
wider apart. Then Sally was rubbing all over my clitoris which was screaming 
with ecstasy. The heat from my clitoris spread through my already convulsing 
body, and the pleasure sensations increased to an incredible degree. 

I really thought I was going to pass out at one point. I closed my eyes and 
clutched Sally's soft, brown body into mine, as she slipped and slid and 
slithered all over my body, her cunt pressed wetly and hotly into my cunt. 

I started to break out in a sweat, and our juices mixed, and our bodies, 
humping into each other made wet, slurping noises. 

Finally, Sally started to come down from her orgasm, and her motions became 
less rough, and more soft, and smooth, and sensual. She was moaning into my 
mouth, as I started to come down. I felt as if I were wrapped in this nice, 
warm glow. I was reluctant to let go of Sally, which seemed to be fine with 
her. 

She didn't seem to want to let go of me. We kissed for a little while 
longer, and then she got up, and went back to her own bed, reminding me to 
put my pajamas back on because they had periodic bed checks, especially when 
the shifts changed. 

Well, that was the start of my reformatory life. I can tell you that the 
black girls all think I'm the best cunt-lapper they ever met. I really did 
practice, and got so I could swallow all of Mabel's pussy juices. And Mabel 
after awhile, stopped being so tough with me. 

She'd do favors for me, and make life easy for me. Ruby and Mabel aren't the 
only girls I service. I service most of the black girls on my floor. Sally 
has stopped being angry with me, because we have each other after lights 
out, and also because I share the goodies which the other girls give me. 

Like, for instance, Mabel found out I didn't like working in the machine 
shop, so she got the girl who was assistant to the cook, to fuck up a lot, 
and then we swapped jobs. Then I got Sally in the kitchen, because she 
didn't like her job either. 

It's a nice job to have. You have to get up a little earlier than most of 
the girls, but you get through earlier, and you get seconds, and can nibble 
at the food. Plus I'm learning how to cook. Sally and I make the best cheese 
bread anywhere, and other girls do us favors to influence the cook a little 
in terms of the menu. 

The first thing I learned to do was make a better hash, which everyone 
likes. So my life isn't too bad. I don't know what I'm going to do when I 
get out, though. I don't want to go back to my father. I can't stand him. 

And you better believe, if he was chasing me around before, the way I've 
developed he's going to chase me around even more until he gets me, and I 
can't stand the thought of it. 

I'm not here because I want any help. I'm scoring brownie points because 
they told us that you needed subjects for research. 

CONCLUSION 

This was one of the more interesting cases I found in the prison. None of 
the other young inmates mentioned anything about being sex slaves to the 
older girls. 

In confidence, I mentioned this to the matron, a good, if somewhat naive 
woman, who was appropriately shocked. Rather than let the cat out of the 
bag, pointing the finger at anyone, what she did do, was rearrange the 
sleeping quarters of the girls, making sure that the older ones were on one 
floor, and the younger ones on another. 

I asked her in passing if she believed Jane's story. She told me she did; 
that many girls actually got themselves in scrapes in order to be sent to 
reformatory to get away from lecherous parents. 

She assured me in her warm-hearted way that everything would be done for 
Jane, and that a sympathetic social worker had been assigned to her case, to 
make sure that no harm was done. 

When I suggested that I was willing to prolong my study in order to provide 
some therapeutic assistance to Jane for her last few months in prison, the 
matron gladly cooperated. 

I am happy to say that shortly after Jane left prison, the social worker, a 
man, appropriately enough, caught Jane's father in the act of ripping off 
her clothes. She was promptly remanded to foster care, where she is 
thriving. 

 CASE HISTORY FOUR 

Subject; Alice M. 

Age: Fourteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Alice was recommended to me by one of the matrons on her floor. Alice is a 
cut-up. She is constantly in trouble, and if there are fights anywhere, 
Alice seems to be in the middle of them, if not the outright instigator of 
them. 

When I first saw this gorgeous willowy blonde, I was extremely aroused by 
her sensual manner and her fully-developed figure. She was cocky, slightly 
arrogant, and not at all embarrassed to tell her story, which I have 
transcribed literally from our interviews. 

I'm here because I'm a cut-up. I'm in this joint because I'm a cut-up, too. 
I used to get into all sorts of trouble. I ran away from home a couple of 
times, and I always used to fight with the boys, mostly because they tried 
to make me, and I wasn't interested. 

But the worst scrape I ever got myself into was the time I was smoking with 
two other girls in the boiler room, and the place caught on fire. They 
didn't even have to ask who was involved in that one! 

My father declared me incorrigible, so they put me in prison. I'm here till 
I'm sixteen. I wouldn't mind staying here all the time. It's stricter than 
at home, and it's more interesting. 

The only problem I have is there are no boys around, and most of the older 
girls take advantage of me, because I'm small and sexy-looking. Most of the 
girls here are real, hardened cases. I mean some of them have done things 
like murder people, and cut up people, and rob and things like that. 

I used to think I was real bad, but I don't any more. The problem is, 
besides being real hardened cases, most of the girls are black. One of them, 
Tillie, always says that opposites attract. That's probably why they all 
pick on me. 

What really got me mad was one day in the kitchen when I was on dish-washing 
detail, Tillie came up behind me and goosed me. I mean, not just over my 
uniform, she stuck her lousy black finger right up my ass under my dress. I 
was scrubbing a big pot, and I turned and slugged her with it. 

Well, Tillie doesn't take no for an answer, which I have already found out. 
But I don't like people fucking around with me, either. At least, not that 
way. Well, we had a real brawl, and a lot of the dishes got broken. 

The first few weeks I was in here, it was bad. I had never made it with 
anyone, and I really didn't want to. But one day, when I was down in the 
laundry room, about a week after I started, one of the black girls who 
couldn't take her eyes off me grabbed me. 

I started to yell and kick, but the other girls in the laundry only laughed 
at me. This girl pulled me behind a pile of sheets which had just been 
washed, and which were supposed to be ironed, and she almost beat me to a 
frazzle. Then she made me lick her till she came. 

She pulled down her pants, and straddled my chest, bouncing up and down. 

"Now, you do it, girl, or I'll cut your face up real bad," she snarled. I 
really didn't want my face cut up at all. All of a sudden, another black 
face appeared over the laundry baskets behind which we had been fighting. 

"Oh, goodie!" she yelled. "I love white meat!" So while the first girl was 
straddling my chest, the second one came around and pulled my pants off my 
kicking legs. She dived right in. 

At first, I was horribly embarrassed and humiliated. I don't usually lose 
fights, but I sure lost this one. And then, to have one black girl licking 
my cunt, and the other one rubbing her cunt in my face was a position I 
thought I would never be in. You see, I never thought I was queer. I just 
thought boys were obnoxious, most of them, and girls are mostly silly, so I 
wasn't that interested in them, either. 

Anyway, as I said, I really didn't want to get my face all cut up, and these 
girls would do it, believe me! 

So I closed my eyes, and stuck my tongue out, and started to lick this 
girl's cunt. The smell of it was overpowering at first, but I really didn't 
think it was obnoxious. 

The girl who was licking me out was holding on to my legs with an iron-hard 
grip, so that I wouldn't kick her, and the girl who was straddling my chest 
was holding onto my wrists. 

I decided that if I couldn't win, I could lose with good grace, and maybe 
score some brownie points later, if I really pleased them. So I really tried 
to do a good job. I opened my eyes to see what I was licking, and I became 
fascinated. 

The girl had a real big muff, and it was covered with an incredible amount 
of kinky, wiry black hair. Her hairs kept tickling my nose when I ran my 
tongue up and down her labia. 

Her pussy lips were a tawny color, and they were swollen and pouting out of 
the outer lips, they were so filled with blood. And she was creaming 
heavily. It was oozing out of her dark love hole in a thick, kind of milky 
colored stream, and it was dribbling down my chin. 

I reached out with my tongue again, and sucked up some of it. It didn't 
taste bad at all, slightly fishy and salty, but that was O.K. I always liked 
fish. So then I tried to stiffen my tongue and get it all the way up her 
hole. I managed to get it a good way in, and I twirled it around. 

"Oooh, yeahhh!" the girl bellowed. Her hips started rocking back and forth 
on my face, covering me with her come juices, as I twirled my tongue around 
and around. 

Then I took it out again, and ran my tongue all the way back up to her 
clitoris, which was popping out of its sheath of flesh, hard and bright and 
covered with her juices. 

The girl who was doing her number on me was good at it. I started to pay 
attention to what she was doing, and discovered that it was turning me on. 
So I spread my legs a little bit, and she let go of her claw-like grasp on 
my legs. She was biting my clitoris with soft little bites that were driving 
me crazy. I felt as if she had struck a match to my little love button, the 
way it was burning me, and I could feel my own pussy juices starting to 
flow. 

It was like my insides were melting. The girl's ass cheeks were spread open 
on my chest, and my nipples were puckering with the soft feel of her buns 
pressing into me. 

It was a crazy sensation, and I actually began to like it, so I stopped 
feeling so bad about losing the fight. In the meantime, I started to take 
cues from the girl who was licking me out. 

I started twirling my tongue rapidly around and around the girl's clitoris, 
and then I bit on it softly. She groaned again, and her hips started going 
kind of crazy on my breasts. My tits were pressed flat against her ass 
cheeks as she bounced up and down, and rolled around and around on my boobs. 

She was really starting to move fast and wild, as I kept on biting and 
sucking on her clitoris. Then I could feel more of her pussy juices 
trickling out of her fuck-hole, and dribbling down her ass cheeks. Her cream 
was puddling on my chest, in a soft, sticky kind of way. It felt a little 
like hand cream except it was very warm. 

I brought my tongue down her swollen girl-meat to her steaming love hole 
again, and stuck my tongue in as far as it would go, sucking out all the 
juices, and swallowing them. 

My body was feeling very hot, as the wet tongue of the girl drove my own 
cunt crazy, and I started getting crazy with this girl's cunt. I opened my 
mouth wide and tried to swallow it whole. 

"Yeahhh! Do it, do it!" the black girl screamed, really pressing her pussy 
into my mouth. She was humping almost convulsively now, and her pussy juices 
were pouring out in a hot stream. I sucked and licked like crazy, covering 
every inch of her pussy meat, trying to drive her even crazier. My tongue 
rode wetly up and down her tawny-colored meat, teasing her clitoris, and 
then sliding down her cunt until I got to her love hole. I'd stick my tongue 
in as far as it would go and twirl it around some more. The more I did this, 
the easier it was to get my tongue in. Her pussy was sort of contracting. It 
almost felt as if her pussy muscles were trying to suck my tongue in. And 
the more excited she became, the harder the sucking motions became. 

She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were closed. My hips were beating a 
wild tattoo on the mouth of the girl who was eating me out. Her tongue was 
going real fast, as she ran it up and down my swollen cunt. She kept taking 
little bites of my clitoris that made me squeal against the girl's cunt in 
my mouth. 

I knew we were all going to come real fast. The laundry room is steamy 
anyway, but we were creating our own heat, as I humped up into the sucking 
and lapping mouth of the girl between my legs, and drove the girl straddling 
my chest crazy with the things I was doing. 

I even bit some of her hairs, and pulled, and the girl squealed again. Then 
I bit her clitoris, and she really started to come. I could tell because she 
started to really pour out come cream, and her muff pressed hard into my 
face. I really let my tongue go to town then, because I knew if she didn't 
come soon, I could be smothered in her big muff. She had it pressed against 
my mouth and my nose hard. I could feel her flesh vibrating as she rolled 
around and around my face. 

My chin and my mouth were covered with her passion juices, as I concentrated 
on her clitoris, teasing it to a quivering excitement that drove the girl 
crazy. 

In the meantime, I started to come myself, and I could feel my ass beating 
up and down, as the girl's mouth sucked me noisily. Her tongue started to 
run around and around my hot clitoris, too, until my love button felt all 
fiery and full of pleasure. 

My whole body got tight, as the pleasure rippled through me. I was soaked 
with sweat, and I was moaning real hard against the black-furred muff that 
was still rubbing around and around my mouth. I was glad that my mouth was 
buried in her muff, because as my orgasm peaked, I felt a real loud scream 
coming from my throat. 

The girl seemed to like the sensation. I could feel my lips vibrating 
against her hot cunt, and I knew that she was going crazy with her own 
orgasm. Finally, with aloud grunt, she collapsed, and I knew that she had 
had enough, at least for the time being. Her whole body was shaking with the 
after-effects of her climax. 

The girl who was eating me out kept on licking and sucking while I finished 
my own orgasm. Then, the three of us lay in the fragrant pile of laundry, 
just panting and trying to catch out breath. 

"Now you do me," gasped the girl who had eaten me out. I was more than happy 
to after the way she made me feel. It hadn't been so bad after all. So she 
lay back on the sheets, and I got between her legs, and started to eat her 
out. The girl I had eaten out, leaned back and frigged herself slowly, while 
she watched me eating out her friend. 

The girl had a real big clitoris, the biggest I've ever seen, and I really 
teased it good with my teeth and my tongue. Finally, she pressed her thighs 
heavily against the sides of my head. 

That was a new sensation and also a strange one. It was as if the whole 
outside world-disappeared. I couldn't hear anything, and I couldn't see 
anything, either, since my head was buried in her cunt under the skirt of 
her uniform. All I had around me were the smell of her pussy, and the taste 
of her cunt, and the feel of her incredibly soft pussy lips pressed against 
my mouth and nose. 

I licked until she started to come in gushes. Her hips were humping up and 
down furiously, and I had to hold onto her thighs, pressed against my head 
tightly, to keep her from beating me to death with her muff. I didn't hear 
her screaming or anything. I couldn't hear anything, since her soft, full 
brown thighs were pressed against the sides of my head. 

But my ears were ringing with my own passion, and I wouldn't have minded 
keeping that up. Suddenly, the girl released my head from the grip of her 
thighs. She was gasping and panting, and there was another girl leaning over 
the baskets. 

"Get up quick! The matron's coming!" 

Well, we all pulled on our panties, and scooted back to our jobs. I didn't 
care if we'd soiled the sheets. I ironed them and put them away anyway. The 
inmates all cleaned then-own rooms, and made their own beds, and no one was 
going to complain about a few come stains, not when I knew damned well what 
they did in their rooms at night. 

After that, I got along better, except that I was always servicing someone. 
But I did get to really like it, and I had an active, if one-sided sex life. 
But it was nice, and some of the black girls made a pet out of me, so I got 
along fine. 

Like I said, it's better than home, and much more interesting. The girls are 
so much tougher than any I have known, and they do such crazy, interesting 
things. 

There are four girls, including myself in my cell. I came in late one night, 
because I had pulled punishment duty. I had sassed a matron, who was trying 
to hurry me up on a job. So she kept me after supper. 

Anyway, lights out are at eleven, and I didn't get back to my room until 
almost ten. 

The door was locked. I knocked on it, and all I heard was a lot of giggling. 
One of the girls had taught me how to slip locks, and none of the locks on 
these doors is that good. They're mostly for privacy for the girls, since 
the doors to the rooms aren't locked on the outside. The corridor doors are 
all locked, though. 

So I slipped the lock with a nail file, and opened the door. The girls were 
all naked as jaybirds. They were all laughing and frigging themselves 
furiously. 

Ann, my bunk mate-she has lower, and I have upper-said to me, "You better 
get started if you want to catch up. We're seeing who can come first!" 

I laughed. I thought that was real fun. So I went back and locked the door, 
and then went up to my bunk and stripped, and started frigging myself 
furiously. I was a little nervous that I'd come in last, because I had been 
sucked off twice that day. 

But my little clitoris was right with me. It hates to lose as much as I do. 
I frigged furiously, and felt my pussy juices running down my love hole. I 
closed my eyes, and tried to remember what that black girl's tongue was like 
in the machine shop. She really had a good tongue. It was thick, and rough, 
and she had really known how to use it. 

That was all I needed. In no time at all, I was feeling my cuntal muscles 
squeezing together and then relaxing and then contracting again, like I was 
ready to come at any minute. 

Then I grunted. I could tell that my face was flushed. My hand moved so fast 
over my wet, sticky pussy that it was a blur. I pressed my chin into my 
chest to keep from making too much noise, and really let it rip. I rolled 
over on my back, and my legs, stiff with the pleasure that was ripping 
through my body, curled up, so that my knees were pressed into my tingling 
titties. 

I could feel my blood boiling in my veins, and throbbing in my ears, as I 
came violently. I tossed all over the place, banging into the wall a couple 
of times. I didn't know if anyone else were coming, and I didn't care. 

That was a really nice orgasm. You know, orgasms are all different. Some are 
soft and sensual, and some sort of make you lose your mind. That orgasm was 
like a shard of glass. It was sharp and I felt as if it were piercing my 
whole body, and that I had a big neon light turned on in my darkest pits. 

It was sensational. When it was over, I wasn't shaky at all, the way some 
orgasms make you. I just felt relaxed, and alive, as if I'd had about five 
hours sleep. I looked over the bunk, to see how everyone else was doing. 

All of them had their hands on their pussies, but they had stopped frigging 
themselves. 

"What happened?" I asked, as I watched them, all staring at me. 

"Who the hell could come while you were coming? That was a show to end all 
shows!" yelled Connie, laughing. 

Then I felt kind of bad that I had interrupted them. 

"You mean I came first, anyway?" 

"And best, I think," Ann said, looking kind of jealous. 

Well, I felt so bad for interrupting their game, that I made them all take 
their hands away from their pussies, and I sucked them all off. It really 
didn't take too much, because they were so aroused anyway, but they 
appreciated it, because the next time they had a masturbating contest, they 
waited until I got there before they started. 

That's an incredible sensation-watching a whole bunch of girls masturbate 
and come together. Anyway, usually I win. Because I don't like any kind of 
living but the winning kind! 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Well, like I said it's not bad here. It isn't a bed of roses, either. I got 
in wrong with a couple of girls who live on the next tier up from mine, one 
afternoon. 

What had happened was, I had a big test coming up, and I needed a book to 
study for it. I'm pretty good with the books, usually. I had got the book, 
and two of the older girls came into the library, while I was taking notes. 
The matrons, as usual, weren't around. They never are when trouble breaks 
out. I swear they smell it coming, and go and hide in the closets or 
something! 

These girls were both dykey and I avoided them like the plague, because they 
liked to do really perverted things. Most of the girls, even the toughest 
black girls avoided them if they could. 

They went up and asked the girl behind the desk for the very book I was 
studying from. And then I remembered that both of them had to do remakes 
because they had flunked the course. I kept on taking notes, but I was 
sweating, let me tell you. I was hoping that the girl wouldn't tell them I 
had the book, but the damned bitch did, anyway. 

One of the girls came over, and stood over my shoulder. I saw her big black 
hand reach down to pull the book away. 

"Hey!" I yelled. "I'm using it." 

"Not anymore you ain't," said one of the black dykes. The other one tried to 
pull the book out of my hand, and I kicked her. Then I stood up real fast. 
Everyone else in the library did, too. They knew there was going to be a 
fight. 

Just at that moment, the matron walked in, and came over to us. I was in a 
crouch, my fists up, defending that book like crazy. No way were those dykes 
going to get it from me. 

After all, I had to study, too! 

Most of the other girls just looked scared. Most of them wouldn't have dared 
to defy these two bitches who were the terror of the reformatory. Well, for 
once, even the matron didn't believe that I had started the trouble, that's 
how bad these girls' reputation was! The matron cuffed them both and told 
them to sit down at a table and wait their turn. The matron had pulled out a 
billy club because one of the girls made a threatening gesture to her. And 
she used it on her, too! 

I sat down, and finished taking my notes, and then turned the book in. The 
two girls came up to the desk as the girl was stamping it out. 

One of them bit her knuckle at me and said, "Later for you, cunt!" 

I spat in her face, and said, real loud so everyone could hear, "I'll be 
waiting!" 

By the time I got back to my room, my roommates were all buzzing about it. 
You see, word gets around fast in a prison. 

"You didn't dare!" Ann said to me. Well, when I did it, I had been real mad, 
but now I was scared. But I decided to do the best I could. 

I'm no sissy, but I might have kept my mouth shut and given in to them if I 
knew ahead of time what they had in store for me. 

I was on punishment detail-as usual-and this time it was kitchen duty. So I 
had to get up an hour earlier than the rest of the kids, to go down to the 
kitchens. It's really eerie at five o'clock in the morning, walking through 
those quiet corridors. I was going past the sink closet, heading for the 
stairs that led to the kitchens, when the door opened suddenly, and a hand 
went around my mouth and I was dragged into the place. 

Before I could even get a good lick in, someone had grabbed my hands real 
tight and pulled me over the sink, and another pair of rough hands had 
pulled down my panties. I knew better than to squawk. In the dim light I 
could see that it was the two dykes. 

"Give it to her good!" the one holding my wrists said. 

Then I felt something hard at my ass cheeks, I turned around, and that 
second dyke was shoving a broom handle up my ass. I broke out into a cold 
sweat. I knew I wasn't going to plead or beg. So I just gritted my teeth and 
tried to bear it. 

At first, as that lousy dyke shoved, it was excruciatingly painful. She 
wasn't being soft or gentle, either! She just kept ramming that room handle 
into me. Finally, the tip of it popped into my asshole. I was grunting, but 
I kept my lip buttoned, trying to think of a way to get even with them. 

Then she started pumping the broom handle in and out of my asshole. I felt 
as if my asshole were on fire. Every time she shoved it in, my cunt would 
slam painfully against the cold soapstone sink. She just kept shoving and 
shoving. 

Both of them were breathing heavy, and the girl who was holding my wrists 
increased the pressure of her grip, while the one who was fucking my ass 
with the broom handle was shoving in and pulling out harder and harder. 

And then my good old clitty came to the rescue again. It was being banged 
harder and faster against the soapstone sink, and it started to get real 
hot. And the hotter it got, the better the broomstick felt in my stretched 
open asshole. Finally, I shivered, and gritted my teeth together real hard 
to hide the fact that I was coming. 

And I really came. I could feel my pussy gushing juices like forever, 
dripping freely out of my love hole, and flowing down the side of the 
soapstone sink. And I was still coming, when the girls heard footsteps in 
the corridor, and beat a fast retreat, leaving the broomstick handle pitched 
high up in my ass. 

They slammed the door after them, and ran down the hall, but whoever was 
coming down the hall saw them and yelled after them to stop. It was a 
matron, and I heard her practical shoes clomping after them. 

I finished myself off simply by dry-humping into the soapstone sink, with 
the broomstick still stuck in my ass. Even my asshole was contracting around 
the wooden prod, the pleasure was so fantastic. It might have been 
perverted, but it sure felt good! 

Then I took the broomstick out, and pulled on my pants. The door to the 
closet opened, and there was the matron from my floor. I must have looked a 
wreck. They had slapped me around a little, plus I was all flushed from 
coming. 

I was still leaning over the sink, because I felt all shaky and mushy, the 
way you do after coming. And my ass had started to sting really badly, now 
that the pleasure was going away. 

The matron grabbed me. "What did they do to you?" she demanded. 

"Nothing!" I said, angrily. "Let me go. I gotta go to the kitchens!" 

"You are already late for the kitchens. That's why I'm up here. I was 
looking for you, and I saw those two running. I put two and two together, 
since I heard about the scene in the library last night. They are now in 
solitary, so you needn't be afraid. Tell me what they did!" 

"No!" I said. I was starting to cry, because I was upset and confused. 
Anyway, I usually don't know what to do when people act as if they cared. My 
mom and pop never act that way with me! So I pushed the matron away, and 
then I went down to the kitchens. 

Everyone looked at me as if they had sympathy for me. Of course, word had 
got around, as usual. I played tough, the way I always do, and the girls all 
acted as if they admired me. 

But that afternoon, after classes, the matron came up to me, and told me 
that she had made an appointment for me to see the prison shrink. So here I 
am. You don't have to tell me I'm sick. I gotta be! 

CONCLUSION 

I recommended regular sessions twice weekly for Alice, just to give her a 
better self image, and to get her to learn to relate to men. 

I am happy to report that she is doing much better. She is relating better 
to her fellow inmates, and is more dependable in her chores. She is also 
beginning to realize that adults aren't foreigners who speak a totally 
different language from children, and who are divorced from them, but that 
many of them do, indeed care. 

She should do very well for herself, if she learns to channel her high 
spirits, and to discipline her enormous sexual drives. 

 CASE HISTORY FIVE 

Subject: Mimi S. 

Age: Fourteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Mimi was the most delectable brunette who had ever walked into my office. 
She was petite but well built, and definitely old for her age, quite mature. 

Her matron had sent her to me because she had been caught with three other 
girls in a rather compromising sexual situation. 

Like many young girls in prison, Mimi is a case in point-a young girl whose 
parents couldn't handle her, and who wound up, for her own so-called 
protection, in a penal institution until the age of sixteen. 

Well, I know you know why I'm here, so I suppose you want me to talk about 
it. Actually, there's nothing much to say. 

My mother and father told the judge they couldn't handle me, and that I had 
criminal tendencies. I was out with my brother and some of his friends one 
Saturday night, and we broke a plate glass window in a bank, on a dare. 

We didn't intend to rob it or anything. We just wanted to see what would 
happen. Well, anyway, I was kind of glad to be put away. At least my father 
didn't have a chance to beat me, which he usually does, at least once a 
week, on account of the pranks I pull. 

I was beginning to wonder if I'd made the right choice, though, the first 
time I saw my cellmates. I'm the only white girl on my floor, and those 
bitches really went after me in a big way. 

The very first night, after lights out, the two girls who shared my cell 
with me, and the three girls from another cell came in, and they all 
attacked me. I lost count of the pussies I had to suck on, and the girls who 
sucked me off. 

At first, I was very up-tight about it. I had never done anything like that 
before. And they were all over me. I mean it. They were sucking on my 
breasts and sticking their fingers up my quim, and my asshole, and licking 
me, and even lying on top of me and humping me. Some of the more dykey girls 
did that. 

I was very embarrassed. They had warned me that they'd get even with me and 
cut up my breasts if I made any outcry, so I didn't, and I really didn't 
know how to fight them, not that many of them, anyway. 

Finally, all the licking and pawing started to get to me. There was one girl 
straddling my chest, and another one was fucking me with her fingers and 
licking me at the same time. Her fingers were moving in and out of my cunt, 
and I started to feel my pussy juices flowing. 

Two girls were holding my legs apart, and one girl was holding my arms up 
over my head. They were really rough, and my arms and legs both hurt. They 
had stretched my legs so far apart that I was afraid that my thighs would 
pop right out of the hip joints. 

By this time, I was used to the taste of pussy juice, and I was really 
sucking the girl straddling my breasts dry. As a matter-of-fact, it felt 
kind of nice, feeling her go crazy under my tongue. Her hips were rocking 
back and forth, and she was moaning, like and saying obscene things. I think 
that was when I started going crazy with the girl who was going at my cunt. 
She was a big black bitch, built like Mother Earth, with big boobs, and full 
hips. And her hands were big, so her fingers really felt good in my cunt. 
She was pumping them in and out, in and out, and I felt my hips start to 
hump up and down as my pussy cream started to flow. Her fingers were making 
wet licking noises as they pushed in and pulled out of my cunt. 

She really knew what to do with her fingers. A guy's cock should be so 
talented. She'd shove them in, and then separate them a little bit, and then 
twirl them around and around so that my pussy muscles were jumping and 
making squeezing motions against the fingers. 

Once, she even curled her fingers under, and that felt fantastic. So I 
started to grunt and moan, after all this playing around, and I got down to 
business. The girl's tongue was going at my clitoris as if it were the last 
one she was ever going to taste. 

And I went wild with the cunt of the girl straddling me. She had a huge cunt 
and it was dark and smelled all musky-like. At first the smell was strange 
but then it got better, until I actually liked it. It was a turn-on to smell 
cunt. 

Her lips were all swollen and gleaming with pussy juices, and then they got 
real wet as my tongue started running up and down her swollen-open slit. As 
the girl who was fucking my cunt with her fingers got faster and wilder, I 
got faster and wilder with my tongue. After all this time of being pawed, 
and played with, it finally felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. 

The girl who was buried in my pussy started to really fuck me hard. Her 
fingers slammed in and out of my cunt, making me cream like I had never 
creamed before. I could feel the pleasure building, and knew by the way my 
hips were humping up and down on her mouth and her fingers, that I was going 
to come real quick. 

I really went to town on the girl who was pressing her muff in my mouth, 
because I thought it would add to the pleasure if she came with me. So I 
started to really run my tongue around her clitoris furiously, around and 
around. The little love button jumped under the wet touch of my tongue. Then 
I ran my tongue down to her dripping love hole, and started to fuck into it 
with the tip of my tongue, making it as stiff as possible. The girl grunted, 
and gyrated her muff around and around on my mouth. Her pussy juices started 
to cascade out of her love hole, and I tried to lap them all up. I sucked 
furiously on her cunt, swallowing most of the cream, while the first throes 
of my own orgasm rippled up through me. 

Then all of a sudden both of us were going crazy, squealing and writhing and 
almost thrashing each other. My muff was pummeling the mouth of the girl who 
was sucking my clitoris, as I tried to get more and more of her fingers into 
my vibrating quim, and I was almost buried in muff, as the girl I was 
licking and sucking pressed into my face furiously. 

With a little shriek, her orgasm peaked. Her soft pussy lips were rubbing so 
hard against my mouth that they were actually creating heat from the 
friction, and her pussy was hot, anyway. My ass cheeks were thumping up and 
down on the stone floor, as the girl at my crotch fucked me to a 
fare-thee-well. 

It was the best come I had ever had, and I liked it even better because both 
of us came at the same time. 

That was just the start of my sexual career. It seems that the more I get 
the more I want, and there's plenty around. There's no reason why a girl's 
sexual life should cease just because there are no men around. 

Girls know better than man, anyway, what will turn on another girl, and 
these girls are real pros at it. After awhile, I learned that I was very 
good at cunt-lapping in the opinion of these girls, so a lot of them would 
come into my room at night. I never minded it, because if I did a really 
good job, the girls would leave me alone. 

They were a really tough crew. I even had one of the prison matrons as a 
lover, and that was the best of all. She loved to use dildos, and I would be 
summoned to her office for a conference, and we would get undressed, and she 
would straddle my head, her face toward my cunt, and fuck me with the dildo 
while I licked her out. 

One time, when I went into her office, she had a different kind of a dildo 
strapped to her muff. It fit in such a way that every time she fucked me 
with it, a little knob would press against her clitoris and make her come. 
She was really butch! 

The first time I saw that contraption, I thought I was going to die of 
fright. I walked into the office, and the matron closed the door. 

"Lock it!" she commanded. I did as she requested, and then she stood up. All 
she had on was her uniform blouse, and the rest of her was naked, with this 
monstrous dildo, all knobby at the end of it, strapped to her muff. 

She smiled, and came around to the front of the desk, and then grabbed me 
hard, pushing me over backwards, until I was resting on the desk. It wasn't 
the most comfortable position in the world. With that dildo bobbing up and 
down crazy-like, she pulled my pants off, and then spread my legs. Then she 
shoved it into me. 

Well, it didn't feel like a guy's cock, but it felt good after she got it 
all the way in, although initially it hurt because it was so big. She held 
me by the shoulders, and started to hump in and out of me, pushing the big 
thing in as far as it would go, and then pulling it out to the knobby tip, 
and then shoving it in again. 

It had been a long time since I had fucked a man, and it felt good, even if 
it were so big. It even felt good to have a woman doing it. As she started 
to get really hot, she pressed her boobs into my boobs, and then she was 
writhing all over my body. I lifted my legs up and hooked them around her 
waist, to give her more access to my cunt, which was beginning to itch 
something fierce. 

I was really getting very excited, as I felt that hard rubber dildo with the 
funny knobs on the end push in and pull out of my tight, hot cunt. And the 
feeling from her soft, big breasts only added to the pleasure in a subtle 
kind of a way. 

She was grunting, and her face got very flushed, since every time she humped 
into me, driving that dildo deeper and deeper into my itching cunt, she was 
stimulating her own clitoris. 

It was a different kind of a trip. None of the boys I had been with were 
very inventive. They all lacked imagination, so I didn't know anything 
except missionary posture, but there was something kind of helpless about 
being bent back over a desk, and having a big woman fucking me with a dildo 
that was driving her crazy at the same time. 

My pussy juices really started to flow then, and I could feel my cunt 
muscles rippling around the heavy leather invader as it fucked rhythmically 
in and out of my love hole. Her pussy hairs, which were very black and very 
thick were tickling my clitoris each time she slammed home with the dildo, 
and I was beginning to climax. I could feel the heat pouring through my 
body. 

I clutched her slender, but very strong waist harder with my legs, and my 
body started writhing on the wooden desk. I was tossing papers every 
which-way as I felt the spasms of a delicious climax rising from my cunt, 
and filling my belly with a warm, rippling pool of pleasure. 

I could feel my cunt muscles clutching at the hard, knobby dildo as it 
fucked in and out of me. The matron's fucking motions were becoming heavier 
and harder, and each thrust inward sent another spasm of ecstasy pouring 
through me. I don't know how long I came. I started long before the matron 
did, but I was still humping upward, bruising my ass cheeks as I slammed 
down on the desk, and then bunched my buttocks muscles together to hump up 
into her dildo as she thrust into me with it. 

It was a crazy, wild sensation, and I almost passed out with the intensity 
of the orgasm. She just kept fucking me until I stopped writhing and 
thrashing on the desk, and then the two of us just clung to each other for 
the longest time, until her phone rang. 

She pulled the dildo out of me, and sat down at the desk to answer the 
phone. While she was talking, I pulled my panties back on, and started to 
straighten out the room. 

There was a knock on the door, and the matron signaled me to answer it. I 
was still sorting papers, when one of the floor matrons came in with a 
problem. She kept giving me little orders, to file things and so forth, all 
the time the floor matron was talking to her. 

It was the funniest thing, knowing she was nude from the waist down, with 
that dildo strapped to her and the poor floor matron not knowing anything 
about it. We had a good laugh over that one after the floor matron left! 

INTERVIEW TWO 

What really got me into trouble was these sex parties we started giving on 
Sunday nights. 

We had free time from about five o'clock when we had supper, until eleven, 
which was lights out. It was boring week after week to watch television or 
listen to the same records over and over again, and after a week of 
studying, just how much more studying can you do? 

One of the girls had got the key to the infirmary. Mostly nobody in the 
place was sick. Once in awhile, there would be a fight, but if someone got 
cut up; they'd have to be sent to the hospital in the city, and we were all 
old enough to have had measles and stuff like that. So there rarely was 
anyone in the infirmary. There were several beds in there, and they were 
real comfortable, and of course there was a supply of blankets and sheets 
and pillows. 

We used to gather up there a lot, just for a change of scene. It was fun 
because we were sneaking and doing something we weren't supposed to be 
doing, and also because it was relatively private. 

The sex parties started when the brother of one of the girls who was 
visiting, brought her a joint. I don't know how he got away with it, but he 
did! Anyway, the following Sunday night, we were all up there, about six 
girls, and she produced the joint. 

It didn't take us long, to open the windows, and lean out the window to toke 
it. Then we left the windows open for a little while, to air the room out. 
We were talking and laughing. We didn't have enough of the stuff to get 
terribly high, just enough to have a good glow. 

Suddenly, Sue noticed that Lottie-Jane had her uniform skirt up over her 
waist, and her hand was underneath her panties, moving up and down. 
Lottie-Jane's big, black eyes were half closed, and there was a lustful 
gleam in them. 

Sue, teasing, said, "Lottie-Jane, what are you doing, playing with yourself, 
you wicked creature." 

"I'm just getting off on seeing all this pretty cunt around me, 'specially 
all the black cunt, mixed with the white cunt." 

I laughed. By now I was used to the fact that I was one of the few white 
girls in the prison, and the only white girl in our set of chums. As a 
matter-of-fact, they got off on it so often, especially when I was coupled 
with another black girl, that I wished there were another white girl around, 
so that I could see the contrast myself. 

I just happened to mention that, and Sue sprung up. "You know, girl, you're 
right. I got an idea. Hold on a second." 

She went into the infirmary bathroom, and closed the door. Then we heard 
this strange wrenching sound like nails being pulled out of wood. Well, 
that's exactly what the sound was. There was a full-length mirror on the 
other side of the bathroom door. As a matter-of-fact, it was the only 
full-length mirror in the joint! 

She came barreling out of the John, carrying this huge mirror, and everyone 
laughed and thought it was great. We all pulled out one of the bureaus from 
the wall, and tilted the mirror, so that the full length of the bed was 
visible in it. 

"All right, girl," said Sue, patting me on the back. "Go to it. Now you can 
see what turns us on!" 

Lottie-Jane gave up frigging herself, and with a big grin which showed all 
her very white teeth, she stripped. She really had a great body, and I 
always enjoyed making it with Lottie-Jane. I did the same. 

Then I hopped on the bed, and got off on the first contrast. Lottie-Jane is 
big, with huge tits that hang down like ripe pears, and a long waist and 
big, full hips. I'm tiny with a tiny waist, and my tits are like ripe 
grapefruits. They sort of stand there, nice and round and firm and perky on 
my chest. 

All the girls were giggling and applauding as I grinned. Then Lottie-Jane 
grabbed me and I gasped, as I saw in the mirror, the dark contrast of her 
black skin against my silken white skin. 

It was a turn-on, a big one. Our legs got all tangled up, and pretty soon 
our pussies were humping into each other, grinding open the inner girl-meat. 
I was only sorry we didn't have a mirror up close, or over the bed, so I 
could see what our plump round cunts looked like mixed together. 

My reddish brown hair was mixed up with the thick, wiry black hair of 
Lottie-Jane's cunt. I watched in the mirror with half-closed eyes, as our 
tits rubbed together. My nipples were bright pink, and puckered with the 
pleasure of being pressed against the dark brown jugs of Lottie-Jane, and 
her nipples were a dark brown, and equally puckered, although her nipples 
were larger. 

We just writhed and thrashed all over the bed. Lottie-Jane was as turned-on 
by the whole scene as I was. The sight in that tilted mirror really was 
incredible, and now I knew why all the black girls picked on me. It wasn't 
really picking on me. At least, I didn't think so any more. It really was a 
sort of sensual turn-on. I watched our limbs, hers dark and mine stark white 
by contrast, as we embraced and caressed each other. Our legs were 
intertwined and we were rubbing up and down over each other's limbs. Our 
buttocks were rippling as we humped into each other, and then getting smooth 
and full as we relaxed. 

Finally, I couldn't even stand looking at the sight any more. My cunt ached 
worse than it ever had, and I just had to get off on Lottie-Jane's cunt. I 
guess she felt the same way, because suddenly, her grip around my waist 
tightened, and her long, gorgeous legs were locked tighter around mine, and 
she was grinding into my wide-open, sticky-wet pussy for all she was worth. 

I felt the heat growing, as I closed my eyes and reached for her mouth. Our 
tongues met and wrestled with each other, as we started to climb toward our 
climaxes. 

We came at the same time, our pussy fluids gushing like nectar from our 
honey pots, and our bodies just writhing and slipping and sliding all over 
our sweating, heated flesh. It was the best orgasm I ever had, and I think 
Lottie-Jane felt the same way. 

After that, even though we didn't always get pot-just once in a blue moon-we 
used to have sex parties up in the infirmary. 

Only one night, when six of us had made it together on the same bed, with 
the bureau out in the middle of the floor, and the mirror tilted on it so we 
could all see the writhing and twisting limbs, and the gleaming pussy flesh, 
one of the matrons walked in. 

We had forgotten to lock the door. You should have seen the look on her face 
when she saw us, all naked as jaybirds, and all mixed up in each other's 
limbs and cunts and tits! She spoiled a real good scene. 

CONCLUSION 

After several sessions with Mimi, I finally convinced her that sexual 
experimentation, even with members of the same sex, was a perfectly normal 
phase in adolescent sexual development. She did manage to understand. 

My other problem was to convince the matrons, which I managed to do finally, 
after considerable argumentation, that the problem with the children was not 
perverse sexuality, but sheer, unadulterated boredom. 

With the aid of the head matron, we instituted a plan of honorable releases, 
so that the girls, accompanied by a couple of matrons, could go into town on 
Saturday and Sunday nights, either to have a pizza, or to go to a movie. 

So far the plan has worked extremely well. Not only that, the morale and the 
conduct of the young inmates has improved remarkably, since the released 
time has to be earned by good conduct, and faithful performance of duties. 

 CASE HISTORY SIX 

Subject: Laura S. 

Age: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Laura was a bright redhead, with a freckled face, and a turned-up nose, who 
just bubbled with enthusiasm. She was another case of mistaken placement. 

High-spirited youngsters who manage to get into trouble frequently are not 
only a problem to their parents, but to the courts, who don't know what to 
do with them. 

Laura had run away from home, and been picked up on a prostitution charge. 
The detention home to which she had been remanded, also had an excellent 
psychiatric program, and of course, Laura had been sent to me, as the prison 
psychiatrist, about a month after she arrived. 

I don't know why you want to see me. The floor matron says I'm a loose 
chick, and she's probably right. But then, I like loose living! And I love 
sex, all kinds of sex. 

Maybe she thinks this place is a nunnery, but I've got more sex here than I 
ever got outside the walls. It's not a bad place in spite of locked doors, 
high walls, and bars on the windows and stuff. 

The teachers are good, the courses are good, and maybe I do need a little 
light knocked into me by a shrink. I don't know. I guess we'll see, since 
I've been told I'm required to see you at least once a week, on your 
recommendation. 

Anyway, I'm here on a sex charge. I ran away from home, because I couldn't 
stand it there anymore. It doesn't matter now what was so bad about my home 
life. Just take it from me; it was bad. 

I hitched, trying to get out to the West Coast. The first guy was a real 
horny dude, and I had a ball with him. I sucked his cock raw for the first 
hundred miles or so. We almost got into a couple of accidents. 

Finally, when I reached a town about two or three hundred miles from home, I 
was hungry, and no one had picked me up all day. I needed money in order to 
eat, so I hung around, and found a guy who not only gave me twenty-five 
bucks, but when I had finished fucking him, took me out to dinner, anyway. 
So I was twenty-five bucks ahead. 

I did it again in the next town, thinking that I could save a lot of money 
between my starting point and my ending point, and it seemed so easy, but I 
was picked up by the local cops for loitering for the purposes of 
prostitution, and shipped back to my home town, where the judge threw the 
book at me. 

I'm locked away till I'm sixteen! But as I said, I don't really care. The 
people aren't bad, and I don't see too much of that prison brutality 
everyone talks about, and most of the kids, well, they're like me. They 
really aren't bad kids. They just pull a few pranks or run away from 
home-stuff like that. But they sure are a horny lot. 

Oh, the other thing that fascinates me is that with the exception of Meg and 
me, everyone else is black. Most of them, the poor kids, are in for stealing 
stuff like clothes and food. Most of them are missing one or both parents, 
and they seem to be poor. 

I guess it's worse being black and poor, than being white and poor, which is 
my case. 

The first exposure I had to prison sex was my very first night. I arrived at 
the prison right after dinnertime, and the matron, who is a very kindly 
black woman with a real motherly manner about me-I should have such a 
mother!-took me to my cell which I was going to share with three other 
girls. 

The room was large, and there were posters on the wall, and stuff like that. 
Not at all what I had pictured. These girls don't even wear uniforms, 
although the clothes will never make the covers of "Vogue" magazine. But 
their idea of style isn't that far off, and there's a sewing room where you 
can fiddle with your stuff if you want. The standard dress is blouse or 
sweater and jeans. 

They're very strict, but in a predictable way. You know exactly what you're 
supposed to do most of the time, except for free time. You have free time 
from nine to-eleven every night, and from six to eleven on Saturday and from 
twelve to eleven on Sunday. 

Of course, you're supposed to use that time constructively and they have all 
sorts of lectures, and courses, and if you go, you get merit points, which 
makes it kind of nice. 

I've even earned a weekend at home, and I've only been here a month, but I 
told them I didn't want to go home. I would rather go with a bunch of girls 
the next time a matron has time to take us into the city for pizza. That's 
another treat the girls really like. 

Anyway, I guess I'm talking all over the place. I got there so late that I 
missed supper. But that didn't seem to bother the matron much. She just took 
me out to the kitchen, where the girls were all pot-walloping, and ordered 
some scrambled eggs and bacon and toast for me. The girl who cooked it threw 
in home fries and a milk shake. 

I was scared, I'll confess. I had heard that prison women are tough and 
mean. Well, there wasn't a mean one in the bunch, although they're all kind 
of tough, but in a nice way. I suppose they do do things that normal women 
wouldn't, like beating each other over the heads with chairs when they get 
mad, and running away from home, or hooking for food, like I did, or 
stealing food and clothing because you're too young to work, and no one 
wants you anyway. But they treated me real nice, and they were real 
friendly, and most of them are real good-looking, not like the ugly-looking 
caricatures you see in magazines or prison movies. 

After supper, one of the older girls, a real stunning black woman with a 
super Afro, showed me the recreation rooms, the movie theater, where they 
showed movies every Saturday night, and the classrooms. She and I were 
supposed to meet after breakfast the next morning, so she could take me up 
to the supply room to get me my text books, and some clothes and other 
necessities that I would need. 

Then she brought me up to my room, since I said I was tired. She laughed 
when I told her my story. But anyway, I hadn't had much sleep for a week, 
what with all the noise in the local clinker, and my mom and pop who came 
weeping every day and who kept asking me why I was so evil when they tried 
so hard. 

I finally got them rip-roaring mad by telling them that I came by it 
honestly, and that I certainly was their daughter. I preferred the rage to 
the whining and the tears, and the breast-beating. Of course, they refused 
to put up bail, they were so mad, so I stayed in that stinking jail. 

I wanted to know where the showers were, so the girl, whose name was Jackie 
took me down the hall to the showers. Again I was in for a nice surprise. 
They were very pleasant, and there were mirrors over the sinks and stuff 
like that. There were lots of girls already showering when I got there. 

It turned me on a little to see so much black ass, all together at the same 
time. Like I said, they're mostly a damned good-looking bunch of girls. 
After Jackie had shown me to the showers, she excused herself. 

"I gotta floating poker game going." 

I raised my eyebrows. "Is that allowed?" I asked. 

"Don't be silly, and stop acting naive. I don't think you are, given your 
life history." 

"How do you get away with it? Do you play for money?" 

"We sneak. That's how we get away with it, and yes we play for money. The 
girls who have merit points can turn the points in for spending money. Most 
of us say we're saving it, but they never ask us where it goes, so we 
gamble." 

"Oh! How soon can you earn merit points?" 

"Starting right now. They're really fair here. Every time you do something 
right. And every time you do something super-spectacular, you get merit 
points." 

That to me was worth being good, and restraining some of my lawless 
impulses. Jackie had scrounged up a pair of pajamas for me, and the matron 
had seen to it that I had a towel, and at least a fresh pair of jeans and a 
blouse for the morning. The rest could be taken care of after classes the 
next day. 

I didn't think much of it when I stripped. I'm proud of my body. It's really 
good-looking, and I'm extremely well-developed for my age. But I did start 
thinking of it when I walked into the shower room which was all pink tile. 
There were no dividers between the showers, just a row of shower heads, and 
on the floor a row of drains. 

Every eye was on me, as I walked into the shower with my bar of soap, and my 
face cloth. I smiled, a little bit timidly, although most of my fear was 
gone after the nice reception I had had in the kitchen, and Jackie's 
helpfulness, and the matron's kindness. I really didn't think I had anything 
to be afraid of. 

But I have to tell you, my parents are red necks, and we live in an 
all-white neighborhood, and the biggest political campaign anyone in my neck 
of the woods ever got involved in, was keeping a black family who wanted to 
purchase one of the homes, out. Can you imagine, in this day and age! 

Anyway, I didn't know how they would react to me, and I was a little 
nervous. They weren't just looking at me casually, they were staring me up 
and down, and concentrating on me. I'm glad my body is near perfect. I don't 
think anything could have stood up to the silent scrutiny those girls gave 
me. 

But I decided to swallow my pride and my shyness and let them know I was 
friendly. 

"Hi," I said, above the roaring and hissing of the showers, "my name is 
Laura. I just came." 

"You lucky bitch. I haven't come all day!" barked this one handsome, rather 
butch-looking black woman. Everyone burst out laughing at that. I blushed a 
little, something that redheads are prone to do, and then I laughed, too. 

"Well, Wanda, if you ain't come, it ain't the fault of anyone here!" said 
this tall, golden-skinned beauty, who was staring me up and down. She 
dropped her soap, and I reached over to pick it up for her. 

And as I handed it back to her, I noticed that it was fairly narrow, not at 
all like my bar of soap. 

"Why is your soap different from mine?" I asked, and my answer was another 
heart laugh from the girls in the shower. 

The tawny-skinned girl took the soap from my hand. "Hey, Wanda, bend over 
and I'll show the newcomer why this soap's different from hers." 

"Why me?" asked Wanda. 

"Because you said you haven't come all day." 

Wanda laughed, and bent over, grasping the shower handles, and winked at me, 
as the tawny girl got behind Wanda. Before she even thrust that bar of soap 
up Wanda's cunt, I knew what it meant. Most of the bars that the girls were 
holding were shaped the same way. 

I must admit that my cunt creamed as I watched the tall tawny beauty fucking 
the handsome butch with the soap. Wanda's two hands were clutching the 
shower handle, and she closed her eyes, resting her dark forehead on her 
folded hands. She was moaning a little, and I watched her ass cheeks start 
to jiggle as she humped back onto the bar of soap. 

Before long, the tawny beauty's slender hand was covered with Wanda's cream 
as the girl started to come. Her hips became a dark blur of motion as she 
humped back onto the bar of soap, faster and more furiously. 

My own cunt was starting to cream watching the sexy scene. Two other black 
girls were lying on the soapy wet floor, in a sixty-nine posture, turned on 
by the soap-fucking Wanda was getting. I watched them, fascinated. 

"You ever made it with a woman?" another girl asked me. I turned to look at 
her. She was very attractive, small and dimpled, with her hair braided in 
corn-rows, I think they call them, all very neat and in straight lines. 

I shook my head. That was outside my pale of experience, although I'd always 
wanted to try it. 

"Oh...!" was all she said. I didn't know what to say, but as the girls 
started to cut up in the shower, I really started to get horny, watching 
them. I also felt a little left out. 

Wanda came with a shriek, her body stiffening, and shaking a little, and 
then she let her breath out in a whoosh and sort of collapsed a bit. 

"That was nice, Nikki. Want me to do it to you?" 

"Naw. I've been fucked so much today my cunt is sore. I got it with a billy 
club we snitched from the matron's office, and a broom handle, and Nancy's 
fingers. How about you? You want me to do you?" 

Nikki was talking to me. I really was horny, and really wanted to get it on, 
and I liked these rough, handsome woman who were being so friendly. 

The cute little one who had come up to me said, "She says she's never made 
it with a woman before." 

"You wanna try? No one's gonna rape you, and believe me, you're gonna crawl 
walls because there just aren't any men around...." 

"Except the gardener, but he only comes in on Saturday," laughed Wanda. 

"And he's about ninety years old, and can't even walk, hardly," laughed 
another girl, who was still tangled up on the floor with her sixty-nine 
partner. 

I gulped, and nodded. I really did want to try. 

Nikki came over to where I was standing under the shower, and I bent over, 
and waited. The soap felt strange, but awfully sexy when she thrust it into 
me. She wasn't rough or anything. She even warned me when she was going to 
push it in so I wouldn't be too tight. 

I groaned and wiggled my ass back at her. The other girls were cheering us 
on. 

"Man, you should see how that looks!" yelled Wanda. "I just gotta make it 
with her. Look at the contrast in their skins." 

I turned around to look. Nikki's tawny groin was pressed into mine, and her 
thighs were pressed against the back of my thighs, as she rubbed the soap 
quickly in and out of my cunt. The contrast was incredible, and I began to 
cream even more heavily. 

I could tell by the way my cuntal muscles were grasping that bar of soap 
that I was going to come any minute. 

"It's better than a douche!" someone laughed. I discovered that it was even 
more of a turn-on to know that a lot of people were watching. I closed my 
eyes and let the orgasm rip over me. My hips slammed back into Wanda's 
groin, and Wanda, sensing that I was coming, starting rubbing the soap 
faster and faster into my creaming cunt. 

I could feel my pussy juices flowing out of me wildly, as I came around that 
bar of soap. It felt so soft and so hard, and it really soothed the itch 
that had been tormenting my pussy since I was jailed. I had had nothing for 
a week but my own fingers frigging myself. 

I groaned, as the spasms of my orgasm rippled through my cunt and took 
possession of my body. It really felt fabulous. Finally, the convulsions of 
the climax eased out, and I sighed and relaxed. 

"Thanks," I gasped. "What can I do for you?" 

Nikki laughed. "Nothing right now. Like I said, I'm played out for a change. 
Later, maybe?" 

"You have your raincheck," I smiled turning around and smiling at her. Nikki 
introduced me to the girls in the shower. I used my bar of soap the way soap 
was supposed to be used, asking how they got theirs down to that size and 
shape. 

"Ask your roommates. You'll like them. One of them, Sandra, is a sculptress. 
She can even make it in the shape of a cock. Just remember to keep it hidden 
from the matrons." 

"What would they do to us if they caught us?" I asked. 

Wanda let out a raucous laugh. "Honey, it ain't what they'd do to us! The 
poor old maid souls! It's what we'd do to them if they saw us!" 

"Yeah," drawled Cindy, who was the girl with the corn-rows in her hair. 
"Didn't you know that sex doesn't exist in a place like this?" 

"Well, I'll be darned!" I laughed, really enjoying myself. I couldn't wait 
to meet my roommates! 

My roommates turned out to be everything that roommates should be. Needless 
to say, I got very little sleep that night, but it was all in the interests 
of sexual education, and it was very well worth it. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

When we weren't studying, or doing our chores, or working, we were always 
engaged in some sexual activity. Since the matrons only gave us minimum 
supervision, trusting to the merit point system to work-and I must say it 
has-there were precious few opportunities that were missed. 

And there were plenty of places to do it. We had a riotous time once out in 
the barn. Sandra, beside being a sculptress, had to be a bigger nympho than 
even me. She kept trying to get the pet German Shepherd to do it to her. The 
best she ever got out of him was the time she smeared her cunt with 
strawberry jam, and the dog licked it off. 

But once he had cleaned her off, he didn't want any more to do with her, so 
someone else had to finish what Keeper started. Oh, yeah, the girls named 
the dog. He wasn't fierce or vicious at all, and he sure wasn't a guard dog, 
just a plain old pet, but that's what they named him-Keeper! 

And another time, she tried to get the horse to have an erection, until 
Wanda, who grew up on a farm came out and saw her, and told her that the 
horse was a gelding. 

It took four of us to satisfy her that day. I managed to make her come with 
the blunt end of the soft whip used to goad the horse, a girl named Lee ate 
her out, and really bit her cunt, so that it was sore for days afterwards, 
and all the while people are making her come, Sandra, who is a basically 
generous girl, was bringing off any one who straddled her big, gorgeous 
breasts. 

It was Sandra who taught me how to suck a girl. When I had got to my room 
that first night, everyone was very nice to me, and no one made a pass. 
That's another nice thing about the girls. They don't force their attentions 
on you. 

But after lights out, I heard Wendy and Mary going at it, and Sandra asked 
me if I ever made it with girls. I told her about the shower incident, and 
sat up, eager to learn. I told her that I would be very happy to make love 
to her, if she'd tell me what to do. 

Sandra was at my bed in a flash. "That's easy!" she exclaimed. "You know the 
old story, do unto others! I'll do unto you first!" 

And with that, she had pulled off my pajama bottoms, and got between my 
legs. She spread my legs wide, which spread my still swollen and dripping 
pussy open. Then she started to lick me. At first her strokes were very 
soft, and her tongue was very wet, although I certainly didn't need any 
lubrication. Then she pried her tongue into my love-hole, twirling it around 
a little. 

That made me go wild. I started to squeal, till she shushed me. "What are 
you trying to do?" I heard someone whisper from the other bed. "The matrons 
will think you're in pain, and come running, and then you really will be in 
pain. If they find out we're all making it together, they'll put us in 
separate rooms." 

I giggled a little. "I'm sorry, I forgot. There's no such thing as sex 
around here." 

"Right on!" laughed Sandra who went back to running her tongue up and down 
my pussy, and teasing my clit. She did such a magnificent job that I was 
absolutely insane with ecstasy. I humped my hips up into her dark, full 
mouth as her tongue went crazy on my clitoris. She ran her dark tongue 
around and around the little love button, until I went off like fireworks on 
the fourth of July. 

I thrashed and writhed all over that bed, and went I finally came down, 
Sandra's wiry, dark head was still bobbing up and down. I finally had to 
stop her because her stimulation of my super-sensitized clitoris was 
reaching the point of pain. 

She propped her handsome head up on one elbow and grinned at me. 

"Not bad for a first time, lady," she said. 

"We'll reserve judgment till I do you." 

Sandra had her own pajama bottoms off in a hurry, and soon I was buried 
between her full, well-shaped brown thighs. I started off the way she had, 
licking up and down slowly and softly. Sandra grunted, and spread her legs a 
little more. 

Then I started flicking my tongue in and out of her pussy hole. She gasped, 
and her buttocks lifted off the bed, as she humped her muff up into my face. 
I could feel her cuntal fluids gushing against my chin, and I tried to suck 
them all up. 

She smelled good, clean and musky and very much like a woman, and her cream 
tasted good, too. I kept sucking on her hole, trying to get out more of the 
cream. Then I trailed my tongue wetly up her swollen tawny woman flesh to 
her clitoris. 

It was hot and hard and standing straight out from the folds of flesh, and 
she really went crazy when I bit into it, gently. I started to twirl my 
tongue around and around her little love button, feeling it jerk under the 
wet contact of my soft tongue. 

Her thighs pressed tightly into my head, until all sound was drowned out 
except the sound of my own blood pounding in my ears. Or maybe it was her 
blood pounding through her thighs. 

It was a wild experience, and one that left us both glowing with 
satisfaction. When Sandra had come, and I had licked up as much of her pussy 
cream as I could swallow, then it was time for me to do Wendy while Mary did 
me. It really was a crazy night, and we all woke up with dark circles under 
our eyes. On me, because I'm white, it was more noticeable. The matron 
wanted to know if I wanted to report to the infirmary to get some sleeping 
pills to carry me over the first few days in a strange place. 

I just smiled and told her I didn't need them. And that's the way it's been. 
Occasionally, I have a real urge for a man, but everyone here is so nice, 
that the urge passes. 

Who knows, maybe I'm turning into a lesbian. If I am, then I'm in good 
company! 

CONCLUSION 

I hastened to remind Laura that while there were a few genuine lesbians in 
this establishment, she certainly wasn't one of them. 

I anticipate no problems in the course of Laura's therapy. I did caution 
her, as I have cautioned the other girls, to be circumspect in their sexual 
play. I must confess to being somewhat amazed that the matrons have not 
discovered some of them indulging, as it is so widespread. 

My other suspicion is that they do know, and leave the girls alone, allowing 
them free expression of their sexual natures. If so, they are wiser than 
most adults. 

 CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

Subject: Lil T. 

Age: Fifteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Lil was a handsome, five-foot-six black woman, with a huge Afro, and a 
golden brown complexion that was flawless. Her eyes were a strange dark 
green eyes, the product of an Irish father and a black mother. 

She was sent to me in the course of a routine therapy session which all the 
girls at Mount Everly Reformatory have to go through. She is the only black 
woman in the detention home. 

She seemed relatively well-adjusted and happy when I first met her, and she 
talked quite freely. 

Well, let's see, Doc, where should I begin? I was sent here after I had a 
smashing fight with my father. I was brought up in the ghetto way downtown. 
My father had no money at all. I don't remember my mother. She died right 
after I was born, and I was raised by a succession of aunts, baby-sitters 
and neighbor kids. 

When I started to develop early, my father started acting funny, you know? 
It didn't take me too long to discover what was ailing him. After all, in a 
ghetto you grow up early. I was what was ailing him. He had a yen for me. 

I did my best to avoid him, staying over other girlfriends' houses, staying 
out late at night, and locking myself in my room when I came home. But a 
girl can't avoid her father forever. 

One night he came home rip-roaring drunk, and tried to rape me. I'm a big 
woman, as you can see, and I was more than a match for him. I set up a 
howling that you could have heard down the block, not that that was 
necessary. 

A neighbor woman, who said in court that she suspected that my father had 
designs on me, heard me screaming, and heard the breaking glass and 
furniture being thrown around, and she called the cops. 

She gave me a good character reference in the court. The social worker 
decided that I would be farmed out to foster homes, but what with Mrs. 
Carson's nice description of my character, and the psychologist's tests, 
which showed that I had an I.Q. out to there, the judge decided that I 
should be sent to a special school. 

I had heard about Mount Everly Reformatory, and I really didn't want to come 
here. I knew it was a special place for girls with delinquency problems, and 
that most of them were white and came from rich homes. I couldn't understand 
why they would send me here, and I made a scene in the courtroom about being 
with my own kind of people. 

The judge was very sympathetic and also very firm. He told me I belonged 
here. Well, I believe him now, but I was a wreck when they sent me up. They 
kept me overnight in the jail, because one of the matrons had told them that 
she would be down in the morning to pick me up. 

I was really surprised when I saw her. She was a very nice, matronly sort of 
woman. She had come into town with three of the girls who had early morning 
appointments with the dentist. And she made me go with them. 

She decided since I didn't have the best home care, that she would have it 
taken care of right away. Well, my teeth checked out O.K. I had two 
cavities, which the dentist filled, and then he cleaned my teeth. 

We didn't ride around in a police van or anything. It was a big station 
wagon. The three girls were all blonde and blue-eyed, and I felt very out of 
place, but they didn't seem to notice it. They introduced themselves, and 
said I'd like the place very much, and we chatted and sang ah the way back 
in the car. 

One of the girls, Rose, kept nagging the matron whom they called Miss 
Barbara, to stop and let them get ice cream cones. 

Miss Barbara kept repeating, "No, not before breakfast." 

"You mean we get breakfast?" I asked. Most of the time, there wasn't any in 
my house, so I settled for a roll or a danish. But today, I figured, since I 
was a jailbird, and jailbirds must eat breakfast early, that we had just 
plumb missed it. 

Miss Barbara frowned in the rear-view mirror at me. "Of course you get 
breakfast!" she said. "Don't you usually eat breakfast?" 

"No, ma'am," I said, feeling ashamed. 

Rose and another girl named Isabel were tickling each other in the seat 
beside me. Finally Isabel got her hand under Rose's skirt, and Rose gasped, 
and slapped her. I thought it was funny, but Miss Barbara didn't. 

"All right, girls, quiet down," she said in her firm, quiet voice. "It is 
dangerous to horse around in a car!" She didn't carry a gun or a billy club 
or anything. 

It was about eleven in the morning when we finally got to the gates of the 
reformatory. I was shocked. 

I leaned forward to look at it. It was done in red brick, with white 
shutters and curtains on the windows. There was a high wall around it, of 
wrought iron, and a tall gate that locked, but people could see in, and we 
could see out. There were lawns, and lots of small buildings done in red 
brick, and green grass and trees, and swings, and out back of the main 
building, I could see a lake. 

It was so beautiful my eyes misted over. "M thought I was going to prison," 
I said, sobbing. The three girls got awful quiet and looked at me. Miss 
Barbara was looking at me through the rear-view mirror again. 

"Why, my dear!" she exclaimed, in a softer voice, "whatever for? This is a 
special school for children with problems, either with themselves or with 
their families. You haven't done anything wrong, and you don't have a 
criminal record." 

"I don't?" I sobbed. 

"What's the matter with you?" Rose asked, her eyes wide with shock. 

"Rose, dear, that's not the way to ask the question. Some people don't have 
the advantages that others have, and perhaps she didn't understand in the 
courtroom." The station wagon pulled up to the big front porch, and two 
laughing girls came up to it, and poked their faces in the window. 

"Miss Barbara, did you bring us ice cream cones?" 

All the girls in the car, and even me, laughed. 

"Very funny, girls, very funny. Now I know what the punch line is all day." 
The girls giggled as we all piled out. 

"Lil, you come with me. The rest of you report to your house mothers." The 
girls ran off, and Miss Barbara, with her warm motherly hand on my shoulder 
led me up the stairs and into a huge hall. There were kids all over the 
place, and plenty of matrons to watch them, plus older girls were watching 
some of the younger kids. There was also plenty of noise and laughing. This 
wasn't at all like a prison to me. It was the richest house I'd ever been 
in. 

Miss Barbara led me down the hall to another door, and knocked on it, and a 
woman's voice told her to come in. 

There was a tall, very dignified lady behind a huge, beautifully carved 
desk. She smiled and rose when I walked into the room. 

"Miss Larson, this is Lil," she smiled. 

"Welcome, my dear, please sit down," Miss Larson said. 

I was really beside myself. I was confused and I felt tired besides. My jaw 
ached where the dentist had poked at it. 

"How was her dental report?" Miss Larson asked Miss Barbara, as if guessing 
my thoughts. 

"She was fine, surprisingly enough. Two cavities and a cleaning, and she's 
to come back of course in six months for a check-up." 

"Good! Well make an appointment with the doctor for next week, after she's 
settled in a bit, and see what shots she needs, and how her general health 
is." 

Miss Barbara left, and for awhile, Miss Larson was silent, as she studied 
the file which Miss Barbara had brought with her, which the court clerk had 
given her. She clucked a few times, frowned and shook her head, and then 
raised her eyebrows when she read the psychologist's report. Then she looked 
up at me. 

"Well, Lil," she said, "welcome to Mount Everly." 

"Yeah, I guess so," I said, bewildered. "This sure doesn't look like a 
prison to me." 

"That's what I was afraid of," said Miss Larson. She got up from the desk 
and came around and patted me on the shoulder. "Come dear, I'll show you 
around, and I'll tell you a little about this place." 

She opened the door, and started down a corridor. She showed me where the 
kitchens were, and the classrooms, and the library, and all the little 
nurseries for the really little kids, and the dining halls. You don't eat at 
long tables here. You eat at lots of small tables, and everyone helps 
themselves to the food. You can even have seconds if you want them. 

"But where are the dormitories?" I asked, puzzled. 

Miss Larson led me out onto the grounds, and we walked under trees, and past 
beds of flowers and lots of grass to where all the small brick houses were 
scattered around. 

"First of all, I want you to understand that this is called a reformatory, 
because that it what it is. It is a place for children who have been 
disturbed, usually by their environment. Most of these children come from 
broken homes. They have been found guilty of such simple things as truancy, 
running away. In some instances, as in your case, the courts remands cases 
to us. 

"In your case, there isn't a question of reform. It's a question of a proper 
environment which you have lacked, and the proper nourishment for your body 
as well as that wonderful mind of yours. 

"We are strict, but as you can see, there's plenty of latitude. If you do 
well, and prove yourself trustworthy, there is nothing we won't do for you, 
or allow you to do within reason, and that includes trips to town with other 
children. 

"But, this place cannot properly be called a prison. The gates are locked, 
so that you will know the immediate limits of your freedom, and also to 
protect the younger, more adventurous souls who would get lost. We don't 
expect you to run away, though," said Miss Larson, smiling. 

We were at the entrance to a lovely cottage, and she opened the door and we 
walked into a bright living room. Two girls were playing checkers at a table 
near the window, and everything looked so clean and bright, and home-like. 
Another woman walked out. 

"Miss Moss, this is Lil." 

Miss Moss was younger than Miss Larson or Miss Barbara, but she was so 
pretty and so friendly-looking when she smiled. 

"Hello, Lil, welcome to your new home. Come on out to the kitchen. Want a 
cup of coffee, Miss Larson?" 

"I'd love one." 

We walked out into a small, nice kitchen. I could smell bacon frying, and my 
mouth watered. 

"Hungry?" asked Miss Moss. I nodded. "Good!" she said. "I was just making 
breakfast for you. "Lunch for the older girls is at two and that's too long 
to wait, since you've had a busy morning." 

With that, she sat me at a table, and put a glass of orange juice in front 
of me, and a cup of coffee in front of Miss Larson. While I ate a huge 
breakfast of bacon and eggs and home fries and toast, and milk, Miss Larson 
told me that this would be my home. That there were no dormitories, but just 
little cottages like this with a house mother in each. That I would have 
chores to do, and because of my I.Q., I would have a special program of 
studies. 

Miss Larson finished her coffee, and got up from the table, smiling. "And if 
you have any more questions, you can ask Miss Moss, your housemother, or you 
can come to me. My office door is always open. Just knock. All right?" 

"Thank you," I said, just brimming over with happiness. I couldn't believe 
it was really happening to me, the tough ghetto kid who walked up five 
flights of stairs to meet a drunken father almost every night, in a nice 
home like this, and with everything I thought I could ever want. 

When I finished breakfast, I helped Miss Moss wash the dishes, and then she 
showed me to my room. I shared it with another girl named Trisha, she said. 
She showed me my very own drawers in the bureau, and told me that I would be 
fitted to some new clothes in the morning. 

She suggested that I take a nap, until lunch time if I wanted. I was very 
glad to do that, because I was so tired. I fell right to sleep on the soft, 
clean bed. 

I awoke with a start. Sitting on the bed beside me, caressing my hips and my 
shoulders, was this beautiful blonde teenager. She had a sprinkling of 
freckles on her nose, and she was so friendly looking that I smiled up at 
her. 

"Hi," she said. "I'm Trisha, and you're beautiful." 

I grinned at that. "Well, black is always beautiful," I said. She laughed. 
Then she lay down on the bed beside me. She really was pretty. I had played 
with one of my little girlfriends before, so I let her put her arms around 
me and kiss me, and the way she kissed me kind of turned me on. Before I 
knew it, we were both locked tightly in each others' arms and kissing 
passionately. 

Trisha's hands were caressing my nipples. She stopped kissing me long enough 
to suggest that we take our clothes off. I agreed to that, and Trisha got up 
and threw off her T-shirt and her jeans. I did the same with my old cotton 
dress. She really had a beautiful body. 

As she lay down beside me again, I looked at the door. "Won't anyone come in 
and see us?" 

"No, the rule is if a door is closed you knock on it and wait till someone 
says you can come in." Trisha started to kiss me again. I started to knead 
her nipple between my thumb and my forefinger. 

I had never been this close to a white girl before. I was fascinated in the 
differences. My skin is golden brown, and hers was almost pure white. My 
nipples were dark, and hers were bright pink. I took one and put it in my 
mouth and sucked on it. 

She gasped, and started to pull my hair, nice-like. I could tell that she 
was getting real turned on and my pussy juices were starting to flow 
heavily. She reached down and stuck her white hand between my brown legs, 
and started rubbing my pussy lips until they were very swollen and sticky 
with my juices. 

She brought her hand up to her mouth, and licked it. 

"Ummm, that tastes good," she said. Then she was wriggling on the bed, and 
on my body, until her face was at my muff, and my mouth was right at her 
bright pink pussy. She didn't have as much hair as I did, and her cunt 
wasn't as fat as mine, but it was cute anyway. She had a nice smell to her, 
and I liked it as much as she said she liked the taste of my cunt cream. 

I stuck my tongue out, and started to tease her clitoris, at the same time 
that she started to lick my tawny, thickly-furred pussy. I ran my tongue 
around and around her cunt and she started wriggling her muff all around my 
mouth, as she got excited. 

She started to squeal, and her tongue got faster and faster, as her 
excitement grew. She was running her pink tongue up and down on my pussy 
lips, exploring every inch of them. Her own pussy was pouring cream, and it 
was dribbling down my chin and over my cheeks, as I tried to suck it all up. 
It tasted fresh and sweet, and I liked the taste of it very much. 

She tasted different from my girl friend, but it was just as sweet. Her muff 
started to hump into my mouth, and I knew that she was going to start to 
come. She was moaning against my pussy lips, and the vibrations were driving 
me crazy. My own hips started to go wild as I swiveled them up and down on 
her mouth, which was lapping and sucking like crazy. 

I grabbed her slender white thighs and started to caress them, as I tried to 
get my tongue stiff enough to poke into her dripping love hole, to suck out 
more juices. I could tell from the way her pussy flesh was trembling that 
she had started to come. Her hips were humping up and down furiously over my 
mouth. I covered her pussy with my mouth and really dove into her clitoris, 
rubbing it around and around and around with my tongue. It felt good to feel 
her clitoris jump at the contact with my tongue. 

At the same time, I could feel my own cuntal muscles rippling, as my orgasm 
built up in me. My body broke out in a sweat as the heat spread through me. 
All my muscles seemed to dance to the lustful tune that her tongue was 
beating softly on my twat, and my hips just went out of my rational control, 
and I really swiveled around and around wildly on her fast sucking mouth. 

Finally, our orgasms peaked at about the same time, and then we writhed and 
twisted on each other's body, pressing into each other, just enjoying the 
warm soft contact of female flesh on female flesh. We lay like that, relaxed 
in our post-orgasmic glow for a long time, until in the distance, I could 
hear a nice, deep-sounding bell. 

Trisha looked up, her blue eyes sparkling. "That's lunch, and I'm hungry. 
How about you?" 

I smiled. I was hungry, too. We got up and dressed, and went with the other 
kids from the house, and Miss Moss, to the main dining room. Nobody went in 
file or anything. You just sort of bounced along as the mood hit you. 

Trisha stopped and picked a flower, and handed it to me. "That's for welcome 
home," she said. 

And I really felt at home. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

Well, Miss Larson was right. The school was tough and strict, but it was 
loads of fun. There was swimming in the afternoon at the lake, and horseback 
riding, and we could make our own snacks in the kitchen of our house. 

All the girls in my house, there were seven of them in all, including, me, 
were horny. We used to have pajama parties that I think would have turned 
lovely Miss Moss's hair white. 

I was put in a special program for advanced students. At first it was 
awfully tough, but several of the older girls would tutor me after school in 
the harder subjects, some of which I had never even studied. They gave me 
all sorts of aptitude tests, but like my I.Q. tests, they were freaky. I 
could do anything I wanted, apparently. 

It was like the whole world opened up to me. I didn't know what I wanted to 
do, but I wanted to be someone special. 

We got up at seven o'clock every morning, and then there was breakfast. 
After breakfast there was gym for everyone, including the young babies, who 
were encouraged to move their little arms and legs any way they pleased. 

And then there were chores for an hour, and then school. Then lunch and more 
school, and then more chores, and then supper. 

After supper, for me, and about twelve other girls, there were more classes, 
and tutoring. We really got a good thing going, because the girls who were 
good in one thing would swap tutoring with girls who were good in another 
thing. It sounds like a grind. As I said, it was strict, but it wasn't a 
grind at all. 

How could it be a grind, when you got rewarded for everything you did, 
either with praise, or merit points, or a night at the movies, or a trip to 
town for pizza with a lot of other kids. After awhile, except when I was 
making love to one of them, I forgot that I was the only black girl in the 
school. 

There weren't any boys, which is why I think all the girls got together, and 
all of them did it. 

One night, we had a swimming party-at the lake. We went to the far end, 
which couldn't be seen from the main building, and we went skinny dipping. 
There was Rose and Isabel and Trisha, and a big, Swedish-looking blonde 
named Olga, and I. Olga was chasing me from the first time she saw me. And I 
didn't mind. We were pretty well matched in height. She was two years older 
than I, but I'm tall for my age, and her jugs were magnificent! I never saw 
breasts that large or that full. But they were firm. 

I had dived off the board, which was situated on a diving platform out at 
the far end of the lake. As I was curving around to come up, I felt a hand 
pulling the hairs of my cunt. I curved over and looked, and there was Olga, 
whom I could see dimly in the lights which surrounded the lake, to make it 
safe for night swimming. 

I reached down, and grabbed one of her nipples in my fingers, kneading it 
between my thumb and forefinger. I felt it pucker immediately under my 
grasp. Olga's finger was now insinuating itself up my cunt, and I could tell 
from the easy way her finger slid in that I was creaming wildly. 

We broke the surface of the water, and embraced. "Ever come in the water?" 
she asked. 

I shook my head, and immediately reached down to caress her pussy. Her 
finger was still pumping in and out of my cunt, and I followed suit. First I 
slipped one finger into her cunt, and then I stuck two in. Olga's breath 
started hissing through her teeth with her excitement, and I was gasping. 
Our legs were entwined together, black against white, and the contrast 
itself was very fascinating. Olga slipped two fingers up my cunt, and began 
rubbing furiously. 

Our bodies separated slightly at the top, as both of us concentrated on 
making the other one come. We were both humping onto the other's fingers, 
our cunts pressed tightly together. 

Our boobs in the water were jiggling furiously, as our passion rose. Olga 
really knew how to finger-fuck, and she seemed to enjoy it, because she was 
smiling. Her eyes were half closed as she pumped her fingers in and out of 
my pussy, and I returned the favor. As my excitement increased, my fingers 
moved faster and faster into her cunt. 

The water only added a sensual element to the whole thing as we bobbed 
around. Finally, I felt my cuntal muscles ripple around her lovely white 
fingers, and I felt my pussy creaming madly, as the paroxysms of my passion 
built and made my whole body jerk and thrash wildly in the water. I felt 
Olga's cunt squeezing my fingers, and I knew she was coming, just as 
furiously as I was. 

The water was white all around us as we jerked and thrashed, and humped into 
each other, and finger-fucked each other. Finally, gasping, our orgasms 
cooled out gradually, until we were clutched in each other's arms. 

I squeezed my cunt around Olga's fingers one last time, as she pulled them 
out, and I tickled her clitoris, causing her to squeal and thrash in a 
mini-orgasm, as I pulled my fingers out of her cunt. 

That was one of the best times I ever had, although there are plenty of 
opportunities, and plenty of females to have good times with. 

CONCLUSION 

Lil's case is not unusual, a young girl thrown among other young girls in 
the same predicament as hers. 

Their closeness, both emotion and physical is to be understood, and with 
Lil, it is a passing phase. As she grows and develops, and learns that kind 
relationships do exist, she will abandon her lesbian activities for a wider 
variety of sexual activities. 

 CASE HISTORY EIGHT 

Subject: Nan S. 

Age: Fourteen 

INTERVIEW ONE 

When I first saw Nan, I was struck by the bitterness and the defiance that 
was written all over her face. 

I had the feeling that she was going to be a tough nut to crack, and that 
she would not open up about her most secret feelings immediately. She was 
quite ready to talk about overt sexual matters, and the reason for her being 
in prison, and I let her do so, feeling that it might open the floodgates 
for some of her other problems later. 

I'm in prison for a year. I ran away from home. They found me in the woods, 
where I had been dropped from a car. I almost OD'd, but they saved my life. 
I'm sorry they did. You don't know what a hell it is living among these 
shits in prison. 

I was raped by my brother when I was twelve. He's in the state penitentiary 
now, for armed robbery. After that I figured what the hell? I went with as 
many boys as I could. Some of them were into drugs, and I started going 
along with that, too. 

Then, my father beat my mother up real bad one night, and when I tried to 
interfere, he beat me up. After they were both in bed, I sneaked out of the 
house and ran away. 

I was picked up by a bunch of kids in a pick-up truck. They had some good 
shit, man, but it was so powerful, it knocked me almost clear off this 
planet. I don't know how much of it I took. I got into the back of the 
truck, and must have fucked all of them at least twice. I don't know how 
long I fucked but we rode almost all night. 

I vaguely remember that the sun was up when they dumped me, semi-conscious, 
out of the car and drove off. If I ever see those bastards again, I'll cut 
their balls off! 

That's not bad enough, when they put me in the clinker, after I get out of 
the hospital, awaiting trial, I'm cooped up one night with two prostitutes. 
They were both horny. They both attacked me and stripped me. One of them ate 
me out, while the other one straddled my face, and made me eat her. 

It got kind of fascinating. I had never done that to a woman before, and 
here were these two black chicks who said that white meat turned them on. 
Their cunts were different, and very thickly-furred, and after awhile it 
became a turn-on. They really knew how to get me off. 

Oh, well, I guess it's because it's their profession. Anyway, my cunt was 
sore in the morning, and so was my tongue. It felt like it was swollen from 
so much use, because they wouldn't leave me alone. 

The judge decided he didn't like me. I'm no fool. I didn't like him either 
and told him so with a few well-chosen four-letter words. Then he threw the 
book at me. Well, that's the way my life has gone. 

The matrons in this prison are all dykes. By the time I got finished the 
interview with the head matron, I had sassed her so badly, that she pulled 
down my pants and beat me with the billy club. She beat me so hard that I 
almost got off on it. 

Then she did the creepiest, most perverted thing I ever heard of. I refused 
to give in, so when she was finished beating me, I told her I hoped she was 
happy, the lousy bull-dyke, and had gotten off on it. 

She just gave me this real evil look and her full, black mouth got very 
tight. She took the small end of the billy club and rammed it up my ass real 
hard. Then she walked away from me, and brought in another matron. They both 
stood looking at me with that billy club sticking out of my ass, and 
laughed. 

"She's a smart-ass," said the head matron. "So make sure she gets plenty of 
what's coming to her. You can't be too good to these wise-ass white chicks." 

The other matron came over and pulled the billy club out roughly. I winced, 
and I guess I was white as a sheet from the pain, but I refused to cry or 
beg. She yanked me roughly to my feet. 

"Let's go take a shower!" she growled. We went to the supply room and we got 
a uniform for me, and a towel and toothbrush, and shit like that, and then 
she marched me, hitting me often with her billy club, to hurry me along. 
Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore, and I swung around and took a good 
poke at her. 

I landed square, and she went over like a ton of bricks. She lay there, 
looking up at me, her ugly old legs splayed on the floor, and then the look 
changed from dazed to enraged. I knew I was in for it now, but I didn't care 
if I lived or died. 

There were several inmates standing around and they looked at me like I had 
lost my head. The matron got to her feet, and grabbing me roughly by the 
arm, she dragged me along to the showers. 

I was surprised when we got into the room. There were several big, 
butch-like black women taking showers. All she did was tell me to strip. I 
figured I was in for it then, but she only walked me into the steaming 
shower room, and threw me roughly against the tile floor. 

"Take your fucking shower, you little cunt!" As I stood up, dazed, I was 
also a little relieved. I figured I had gotten away with that punch, until I 
heard her parting words. 

"She's all yours, girls. I'm leaving this room, and I am, as you know, deaf 
to any and all sorts of noise." 

With that, she slammed out of the shower room, after throwing my uniform and 
towel on a chair. The girls roared with laughter, and all four of them 
pounced on me. 

Well, I'd already been through what they put me through. I wasn't prepared 
for the bar of soap up my ass, as I groveled on ah fours, with the girl's 
ass pressed into my back. But after the billy club, the soap was soft. As a 
matter-of-fact, what with the heat and steam in the room, and the heavy 
contact of all those black bodies against my white one, I got turned on. I 
came like gangbusters, and the worse time I had was trying to hide it 
because I didn't want them to know I had enjoyed it. 

The soap in my ass was all tingly and soft, as it pushed in and pulled out, 
and the girl's wet, soapy ass on my back turned me on, too. I had already 
had to eat out two of the women, and one woman ate me out. She was good, 
too. She sucked up all my pussy juices and really made me come. 

But I was getting weak from all the pushing and shoving and mauling I was 
getting, and the heat had also gotten to me. 

So when I came from the soap in my ass, and the girl's ass on my back, I 
passed out, sort of. 

One of the black women pulled me roughly to my feet, and threw me under a 
shower and then turned it on full-force and cold. I gasped, but that was all 
I needed to wake up enough, to swing on her and land a good one in her 
belly. She was hard as a rock, and I felt a shooting pain go through my arm 
from the impact of the blow. 

Shit, it hurt! 

She looked surprised, and the other three black woman laughed uproariously. 
Then they were all at me again. I think they could have killed me, but two 
other black women walked in to take showers. 

One of them came over to the shower stall, and knocked the other girls 
aside, and pulled me to my feet. 

"You're a tough little white bitch," she growled, holding me up, until my 
feet steadied a little. 

"Come oh, let me at her!" growled the woman whose stomach I had punched. 

"Leave her alone. She's already had a number done on her in the matron's 
office, and on her way here, by Dutchie. 

"Yeah, well Dutchie told us to do a number on her, too. What is she, a stool 
pigeon?" 

"This frail little blonde," said the black woman who was supporting me, in a 
voice that sounded like she was laughing, "laid out Dutchie in the hall." 

There was a sudden gasp and then silence among the women. 

"Sh-she dared lay out...! I'll be damned!" husked the woman whose stomach I 
had punched. 

"Ahh, she's just a dumb chick. She couldn't have known what she was doing!" 
exclaimed one of the other women. 

"Well, you've worked her over," said my supporting black lady. "And she 
still managed to land one on you, right?" she said, addressing the woman who 
had felt my punch. 

"True." 

"I think she's gonna be all right. Wash her off, and get her to bed. What's 
her cell number?" 

"I don't know," said the woman whose stomach had wrecked my throbbing hand. 
"Dutchie didn't tell us." 

"Well, find out. Try to keep her away from Dutchie for the rest of the 
night, and tomorrow if you can. You know her!" 

There was a murmur among the girls, and the girl I had punched, soaped me 
down and washed me off roughly. Then she pulled me out of the shower, and 
dried me off. I was half in a daze as they threw the uniform on me and then 
the girl whose stomach I had punched, with the aid of one of the other girls 
who had eaten me out, opened the shower room door cautiously, looked up and 
down the hall, and then took me to the cell tiers. By the time we got there, 
I was a little more steady on my pins. 

The problem was I hadn't eaten for two days. I had gone on a hunger strike 
in the jail because of the shit food. It was just getting dark outside, and 
I could smell the rotten food cooking in the prison. 

We came upon a matron, sitting at a desk in front of a huge barred door. 

"We have a new one for you. Dutchie told us to take care of her," said the 
tough black woman. 

"What's your name?" the matron barked. I looked up at her. 

"None of your fucking business!" 

The matron slugged me good and hard, and I would have sprawled out flat on 
the concrete floor, if I hadn't been held up. The two black women laughed. 

"Now tell me what your name is you little bitch." 

"Fuck off, you cunt!" I growled. The matron made like to haul off and belt 
me again, but she was stopped by one of the women. 

"Come on, Maidie, you must have an order for a new prisoner. What's her cell 
number?" 

"Fourteen." 

"Jesus Christ! Of all the...." 

"Fourteen, and she deserves every minute of it!" the matron bellowed, 
unlocking the huge door. The two black women dragged me through it and 
walked me along a second story walkway to a cell, which they opened. They 
brought me inside, and put me into the bunk. 

"Listen, ya dumb kid. Courage is one thing, stupidity quite another. You 
won't live a week in this place if you carry on like that." 

I really wasn't mad at the two black women any more, so I just looked at 
them. 

"Now listen," said the black woman I had hit. "My name's Ellie. This here is 
Jewel. You're a tough kid, and you can take it. But you're in a tough cell, 
and you're in bad with Dutchie. Lay low tomorrow. We'll tell her you're real 
sick because we did a number on you, but cool it a little, huh? We can teach 
you smarter ways to get even." 

The girl called Jewel laughed. "Yeah, and I think the Sisterhood can use 
her. She's something else." 

"We'll warn Callie tonight at supper, and have her bring you something to 
eat. Callie's one of your cellmates, and if you think Dutchie and us are 
tough, wait till you see her! She may be able to keep the other two girls 
off you, at least till you rest up." 

I couldn't help saying it. I turned to Ellie and said, "Thanks," and then 
turned my face to the wall. I ached all over, and I was getting the shakes. 
I didn't take enough drugs to get real hooked on them, but I was feeling 
slight withdrawal pangs. 

Actually, I fell asleep, though, and it felt good, except that I kept having 
nightmares. 

"Hey!" I heard someone bellow, and I leaped up straight in the air, fighting 
mad, as I felt a very heavy blow on my rump. 

I didn't even check to see the woman whose face appeared over the top bunk. 
I fell on top of her, and she went down on her back. I heard her grunt as 
the fall took her breath away and I was fighting, biting and kicking to beat 
the band. If Ellie's stomach was hard, this woman was made of iron. The only 
thing soft about her were the tits my tits were pressing into, and they were 
big and full. 

She just reached up casually, grabbed both my wrists in one big, well-shaped 
hand and slapped me hard with the other. It was hard, even though it looked 
like she wasn't packing any weight behind the slug. My ears rang and I saw 
stars. 

Then she yanked me up and sat me on the lower bunk, while I shook my head 
clear of the dizziness I was feeling. 

"Elbe's right. You're tough, but your stupid. Most girls, they come in here, 
they need toughening up. You need wising up," she said gruffly. I was 
shaking all over. I wanted to punch into something because I felt like I was 
going to cry. Instead I just gritted my teeth, and looked up at her. She 
grinned at me with this lopsided kind of grin. 

She was a gorgeous, real black woman. She must have been six feet tall, and 
she was built like forever. She had beautiful big jugs, and a small waist 
and full hips, and her legs just stretched and stretched down to small 
ankles and well shaped feet. 

"Here," she said, putting a package in my hand. It was wrapped in newspaper. 

I looked up at her, and then opened the package. It was food, which I 
proceeded to devour greedily. 

"I don't know why you're so enthusiastic about that garbage!" Callie sniffed 
contemptuously, sitting down on the bunk beside me. 

"I haven't eaten for two days," I said, with my mouth full. Callie rapped me 
hard on the head. I turned to swing at her, and she grabbed my hand again, 
and laughing, put it back into the package. 

"In the first place, have a little couth. You don't talk with your mouth 
full. That's rule number one. Rule number two is, before you swing, size up 
your opponent. You're too fucking light to tackle me with brawn. You need to 
use your brains, if you have any." 

I kept on eating, until I was full, and then I wrapped the rest of the 
shitty food up in the newspaper. 

"The barrel's over there," she said, pointing to one in the corner. I got up 
and shoved the mess in it, and then came back and sat on the bunk. Again 
Callie rapped me a good one on the head. 

"This is my bunk, bitch. If you want to sit here, ask my permission." 

"Fuck off!" I said, starting to climb up to my own bunk, "and thanks for the 
food." 

Callie grabbed me around the waist, and pulled me down off the bunk, and 
threw me into her bunk. 

"I said it's my bunk. But you're sleeping here tonight, and you're gonna 
service me. I like white meat. Also if I put my mark on you, then you become 
Callie's girl, and everyone will think twice before they put you in your 
place for your dumb shit nonsense." 

Two other girls walked into the cell together. Callie sat down at the foot 
of the bunk, and I just lay there, grateful for even a minute's peace. I 
guess I was really grateful, when I saw the two big butches who walked in, 
that Callie had grabbed me for her own. 

"Did you find out what I asked you to?" Callie asked one of the women. 

"Yeah. Her name's Nan, she's fifteen, she's not in for anything. Brother 
doing a stint up at the State Pen, and Daddy told the court she was 
incorrigible. They found her on the side of the road, almost out from drugs. 
She ran away, that's all." 

Callie turned and grinned at me. "What's Daddy really mad at you for? You 
wouldn't fork over when he told you to?" 

"No, my brother already got that, and he didn't ask, he just took!" I said, 
getting the answer surprised out of me. 

The women laughed. "Typical, typical!" one of them smirked. 

Callie slapped me hard on the rump again. "Hey, sit up and mind your 
manners. This here's Rowena, and this here's Mike." 

I sat up reluctantly and shook their hands. I was beginning to wonder if I 
would have the use of my hands by the end of the week. These girls were 
strong! 

"Now, listen girls, this here is Callie's girl. So leave her alone." 

"Oh, shit, Callie, you can't have them all!" Mike growled. Callie got up 
slow and easy. I was beginning to admire her style. 

"Would you like to do battle over her?" she asked. She also had a funny but 
kind of nice way of talking. 

Mike backed off fast. 

After lights out, Callie sixty-nined me. After the brief experiences I've 
had, I have to admit that Callie was the best of them. She really made me 
come, and when I was coming, even though my cunt was sore. I really wanted 
to do it nice for her. 

Her cunt was really heavy with thick, wiry black hair. I pulled it with my 
teeth and then licked her up and down, teasing her clitoris, and lapping up 
as much of her cunt juices as I could get. I tried to imitate her. I got her 
off finally by really twirling my tongue around her clitoris. Her 
heavily-furred muff humped into my mouth, and then when her orgasm peaked, 
she pressed it heavily into my mouth and nose. I thought for a minute I was 
going to suffocate, but it still felt kind of nice. 

She pulled me roughly up to lie beside her after she had finished coming, 
and kissed me, a long deep kiss. Her kiss tasted funny until I realized I 
was tasting my own cunt juices on her mouth, like she must be tasting her 
cream on my mouth. That was another turn-on. 

Then she almost rolled over on me, and fell sound asleep. Well, at first I 
tried to struggle loose, to get to my own bunk, but the warmth of her 
gorgeous body, and the snuggly feeling, kind of made me feel better, so I 
fell asleep. I didn't have any nightmares that night. 

INTERVIEW TWO 

I didn't come the last three times because I didn't feel like it, Doc. 
Callie made me come this time. She and I have become great buddies. Dutchie 
still has it in for me, but I'm getting smart at avoiding her, and also 
causing little accidents that she can't blame on me. 

Like the day in the laundry room that I pulled a sheet out from under her. 
She went pitching down the chute to the floor below where the sheets are 
thrown into the big washers. Everyone laughed, even though some of the women 
looked scared that I did it. There were four of us at the steam press, and I 
did it so fast that she couldn't possibly know I did it to her. 

And nothing happened. That night Callie told me that maybe I did have a few 
smarts after all. Word gets around fast in a prison. 

My biggest problem is the shower room. I always get laid in there, but I'm 
getting used to that, too. Not only have I had my ass reamed out with soap, 
but my cunt, too. That was a real turn-on. I happened to walk in on Ellie 
one afternoon. She was frigging herself with the soap. As a matter-of-fact, 
she had almost come, when she noticed that I was standing there, grinning at 
her. 

"Well, don't just stand there! That's not your style. Do something!" I just 
laughed. I didn't mind doing Ellie a favor, as long as I wasn't set upon by 
six female, would-be dudes. So I knelt down in front of her, and grasped her 
by the back of her thighs. I started with her belly button, running my 
tongue around and around in it, and then I traced a line of spit all the way 
down to her thick pussy hair, and then I started to separate her cunt slit 
with my tongue. 

That didn't take too much time or effort, because her pussy lips were so 
swollen anyway. I found her clitoris which was sitting up as pert as a 
mini-penis, and I began to run my tongue around and around it. Then I buried 
my nose in her slit, to savor the musky, sweet smell that I had grown to 
like so much. 

Her cunt was just pouring with her cream, and I started to lap that up. And 
then I just let my tongue run wildly, driving her crazier and crazier, from 
her fuck-hole all the way up her pussy lips, exploring every crevice, to her 
clitoris, which I teased lightly. 

She grabbed my hair and clenched big bunches of it in her hands. Her legs 
were trembling a lot, but I didn't let up. I just kept teasing her and 
teasing her, running my tongue softly from her clitoris down her swollen, 
tawny pussy lips, to her love hole again. 

I tried to make my tongue stiff, and stick it in her hole, sucking the 
juices. Then she started to groan, and grunt, and she pressed my face hard 
into her thickly-furred muff. I kept going slow and soft, even though I was 
having trouble breathing. 

Then her body convulsed. At first it was a slow rocking of her hips and then 
it got wilder and wilder until she almost fell over. It was like she was 
having an epileptic attack. She even screamed, and threw her head back. 

Then she released my head, and leaned against the wall, under the hot water, 
until the shaking in her body steadied. She looked at me and grinned. 

"That deserves an answer," she said. "Lie down!" 

I did what she told me to, and then she took the soap, and started to fuck 
my cunt with it, slowly at first, and teasing me the same way I teased her. 
I tried to make her speed it up, but she just laughed at me, until I was 
going crazy, humping my hips up into her hand which was dripping with my 
cream. I rolled my muff around and around, feeling that soap teasing my cunt 
walls like I've never been teased. 

Finally I could feel my cuntal muscles gripping the bar of soap, 
spasmodically, as my orgasm pitched into me with a sweet fury that had me 
creaming, and moaning, and thrashing all over the tile floor. I was just as 
shaky as Ellie was when she finished with me. 

Then she helped me up and we scrubbed each other's back. "You're improving, 
kid. A year in this exclusive finishing school, and you might even be able 
to go to college!" 

I just laughed. Fat chance I have to get an opportunity like that. I'll be 
lucky if I get enough credits to graduate from high school. 

Anyway, as the days pass, it gets easier. I don't light into people so much 
any more, mostly because people know if they cross me that they're going to 
get bitten, so they're a little more cautious. And that includes the 
matrons. 

I'm still Callie's girl, and I think that helps a lot, too. She's real 
smart. I like her style, and I try to imitate it. 

I guess it won't be too bad, after all to do a year. I'm not going to have 
any kind of model record by the time I leave, but I guess I do have a lot to 
learn. 

For instance there was the time when Callie and me got even with Dutchie 
after Dutchie had done a number on me. 

Like I said, I had been put in the laundry room, which is a god-awful job. 
Dutchie was on guard duty this particular day. This was after I'd pitched 
her down the chute. But she hasn't had her eyes off me since, just waiting 
to do more damage for the punch I threw at her that first day. 

I was on the ironing machines, and I was awfully thirsty, because of the 
intense heat. There was a water fountain in the corner of the room, behind a 
huge pile of dirty sheets, waiting to be pitched for sorting, down that 
chute. I walked over it to get a drink. 

The next thing I know, I feel this sharp crack across my rump. Dutchie is 
behind me, with this sick grin on her face. She had slugged me with her 
billy club. But now, I've had enough training to know better than to slug. I 
decided to just bide my time, and wait. 

"What's the matter you little honky bitch? Prison sucking the nerve out of 
you?" 

Well, that really did make me mad. But I gritted my teeth, and started to 
walk back to the presses. She swung the billy club again. This time, it got 
me right behind the knees. I went down like a shot. Thank God I was walking 
over the pile of sheets. 

She beat me badly with that billy club, ramming into me again and again, 
until I was black and blue. She kept bellowing at me that I was 
insubordinate and all that shit. Who wouldn't be insubordinate with a bitch 
like that! 

Anyway, she was beating me all up and down my body. As she worked up my 
body, she was straddling me, until she really started to do a number on my 
breasts. I noticed as I looked up her skirt that she didn't have any panties 
on. 

Then I remembered the number they did on me in the matron's office. Semper 
paratis! Never know when the opportunity will present itself to be licked 
off by a helpless inmate. I knew she was thinking she had a chance this 
time. She got down on her knees as she approached my jugs, and then she 
pressed down into my mouth. Her cunt was pressing into my mouth. 

I knew what was expected of me if I wanted to survive, so I stuck my tongue 
out. She had a real gamy-smelling cunt. At first I thought I didn't like it, 
but cunt is cunt. Some are different from others but it's still the same. 
Actually, I didn't like her, but I didn't mind doing her cunt. 

She had a real funny pussy. Her red meat hung way below the outer plump lips 
of her pussy. I don't know why, and it was the first time I ever saw a cunt 
quite like that. But they were all sticky wet and swollen, and I started 
munching on that pink wet meat, and really enjoying it. It was nice to have 
pussy meat that was that available to my hungry mouth. 

I ran my tongue up and down, and teased her clitoris, and she started 
humping my mouth, and gasping. The good thing about exciting her like that 
was that she stopped beating me with that fucking billy club. I started to 
stick my tongue into her love-hole, which was dripping with her fuck cream. 
It was really pouring out of her. She had already stained the front of my 
uniform with it, and it was dripping on my chin and down my cheeks. She was 
pouring so much juice that my tongue couldn't keep up with it, and I must 
have swallowed quarts of that stuff before she finished coming. 

Anyway, I was really have a ball, sucking on her pussy lips, because, as I 
said, they were very full, and hung way below her outer slit. Finally, I 
could feel her cunt starting to twitch. It was very hot, and her hole was 
really pouring the cream now, so I knew she was going to come. 

I really teased her clitoris furiously, as her pussy juices poured and 
poured. The heat from her cunt was almost overwhelming now, and I took 
advantage of it by running my tongue around and around her clitoris. She 
even had an enormous clitoris, and as she got excited it really grew and 
swelled, until it looked like a mini-penis. And it throbbed furiously 
against the tip of my tongue, as I flicked it around and around the tiny 
love button. 

Finally, she did come. Her cunt was opening and closing and her juices 
really started to pour. I thought she was going to have a heart attack, she 
went into such convulsions. She pressed her swollen muff real hard against 
my mouth and nose, and I thought I would strangle, as I licked her 
furiously. Finally, I could feel the vibrations in her cunt getting softer, 
and I knew she was easing out. I kept on licking her until she slapped my 
face because my tongue was hurting her super-sensitized clitoris. 

She stood up, still straddling me. I watched her tawny, swollen pussy flesh 
gleaming under her skirt. She was leering down at me. Then she kicked me in 
the ribs, and left. 

Well, I had trouble breathing all afternoon, and that evening, Callie made 
me go to the infirmary. I had three broken ribs. There is no such thing in a 
prison like this of tattling on the prison matrons who abuse you. You'd be 
dead before they ever sent an investigating commission up to check out the 
reports of brutality. And after they killed you, they'd either blame another 
inmate, or they'd say you committed suicide. 

I was still determined that no one was going to break my spirit, so even 
though I was in agony, I refused to be admitted to the infirmary, where the 
doctor said I should stay a few days. I went right back to the prison 
population and carried on with my work. My chance came for revenge sooner 
than I thought. 

It was a miserable day. It was pouring rain, and three of the drainage pipes 
in the exercise yard were plugged up, so a battalion of about twelve of the 
toughest of us were sent to clean them out. 

You have to understand that two of the drains lead into cisterns where all 
the toilets empty, and they had backed up, so you can just imagine what a 
filthy, stinking mess that was. 

Callie and Mike and I were working on the central drain which was very 
large. It would easily accommodate two people, if you fell in, and the three 
of us worked very carefully and in mortal fear. I can't think of anything 
worse than drowning in shit! 

Anyway, Dutchie was getting impatient because it was taking us so long to 
clear the passage. She came over, and kicked Callie who started to slide 
down the slanted lip of the drain, headfirst. She let out a god-awful 
shriek, and I grabbed her ankles, to pull her back. Anyway, Dutchie kicked 
me again, right where my broken ribs were mending, and I felt that pain all 
over again. 

I guess Callie and Mike didn't think. They pitched Dutchie into the drain 
head first. The other girls working on the other drains all started to laugh 
and applaud. Callie and Mike helped me to my feet, but my legs buckled right 
under me, I was in such pain. 

I heard a hollow yell coming from the drain, and I looked down. I could 
barely make out Dutchie, literally swimming in that awful mess. Then I felt 
guilty. I said to Callie that we had to get her out. I didn't want to be up 
on a murder rap. Callie shrugged her shoulders and told me to do what I 
wanted. 

I squatted down, and yelled down to the panic-stricken bitch, "What will you 
give to get out?" By this time, all the inmates who had worked on the drains 
were all looking over my shoulder, leering down at Dutchie. You should have 
seen the look on her face. That black woman almost did turn white, she was 
that scared. 

"Anything!" she screamed. "Anything. Please get me out!" 

"Anything?" all the inmates yelled down at her in unison, all of them 
laughing. 

There was a pause before Dutchie answered, I'll give her credit for that. 
That really took guts, to be drowning in shit, and have to think about an 
answer. 

"Anything!" she growled. "Get me out!" 

I couldn't do anything, because of the broken ribs she had given me, but I 
made the other girls go get ropes, and throw them down to her. I directed 
the operations, and we finally pulled her out, but only after she let go 
twice because her hands were so sticky and greasy, and she fell back in 
again. 

Then we laid down the law. She was going to come into the shower room every 
night and get us off the same way she had insisted that we get her off. She 
started cussing and swearing, but we reminded her of the prison rules. We 
didn't tattle on her, so she damn well couldn't tattle on us. 

The girls thought that was a super idea, so they let me have her first. By 
the time I got finished with her, Dutchie could hardly talk her tongue was 
so stiff and sore. 

Since then, it's been a little better, but we always have to watch 
ourselves, because you never know when Dutchie will try to get back. But 
then, that's the name of the game in prison. 

I think I have cooled out a little. Callie makes me go to school and read. 
You know, she almost treats me like a mother, except for all the sex stuff, 
and we still share the same bunk at night. I don't know why Maidie insisted 
that Cell Fourteen was the worst one in the whole prison. It's been the best 
one for me. I don't ever want to be soft and mushy, the way a lot of girls I 
know are, but I would like to have more smarts, and that's what Callie is 
helping me to get. 

It's not a bad life, once you get used to it. And I certainly can't complain 
about lack of sex. There's plenty of that! 

CONCLUSION 

Nan is one of those battered children who defend against their grief and 
their constant fear by being tough. 

I managed to get a session with the tough Callie, who had developed a liking 
for the poor little child. She gave me a hard time, but agreed that Nan did 
need help. Callie's own little daughter had been thrown out of the window 
when she was six months old, by her drunken father. 

Callie was in jail for murdering him in a blind rage-manslaughter. So her 
deprived motherly heart was willing to encourage Nan to come to therapy 
sessions regularly. 

She needs a lot of work, but maybe we can get some of it done, and make her 
year in jail profitable. 


THE END
