"Sherriff!"
But Durant only slammed the inner door closed, the outer screen door banging shut afterwards, the sound of his boot heels thumping across the front porch and down the steps his last comment on the matter. Bess could only stand there with her fingers clutching the chain link, mouth open in utter disbelief that she'd been locked inside of a jail cell with two men!
"Hey, cocksucker... c'mon over here."
Slowly turning around required no less than an Olympian act of will. In one of the top bunks, the man she recognized from the boutique, Brent, was just sitting up. The brown blanket that had been covering his lower half fell away to reveal the fact that he wasn't wearing any pants or underwear. Her jaw sagged again in recognition of his hardened, fat member with the bulbous head. While not as long as Junior's, its measurement was still respectable and its girth was almost as thick. It was shiny and slick as though sweaty and, while staring at it, Bess licked her lips without realizing.
Then Skeeter, the man she was supposed to interview, also sat up. He pulled his blanket away, showing that he too was naked below his black T-shirt. He hung his legs over the side as he spread his thighs, grinning as his penis, longer than Brent's, but not quite as fat, stood straight up, his neatly circumcised head rubbing his hairy belly. Pre-cum leaked from its tip and dribbled down its length to his swollen balls. Like the man who'd accompanied Brent the day in the boutique, Skeeter's member had a slight curve to it and a low moan escaped Bess's throat as she stared.
Like Sheriff Durant, both prisoners had been reading dirty magazines and their new cellmate realized that these two men weren't just physically aroused. Who knew how long they'd been in here looking at images of naked girls and women, rubbing themselves and getting so psychologically revved up as to make nothing more than sexually ravenous, caged animals out of them. Perhaps the worst part was that the eagerness she'd shown with Junior was returning and the idea of sucking their swollen members wasn't completely objectionable to her. In fact, the only part of the situation that really bothered her was how she was trapped in that cell with them and that they could and probably
would
do whatever else they wanted with her whether she wanted it or not. Unless she played her cards right, she'd never get her young body out of that cell without it first becoming the total play toy of the two sweaty, leering men.
"Are... are those nudie magazines you're reading?" she asked in an effort to stall for time, to use up as much of the hour she had to serve with these two as she could before they had time to compromise her body too badly.
"Yeah," Brent laughed. "You like porn?"
Shrugging, she tried to put on some air of calm as she replied, "W-well, I never really, um..."
"C'mere and take a look," he invited.
After a moment's hesitation, Bess left the pseudo safety of the wall frame approached the narrow isle between the two bunks in her white, open toed high heels. The truth was that she really was curious, at least turned on enough to be so. She stopped between the two bunks and Brent laid the magazine out on his lap for her to see. He sat just high enough in the top bunk that it and his hardened phallus was just below eye level and she had trouble deciding which to fix her eyes upon.
He inclined his head down in a silent gesture for her to come closer and she did, feeling a distinct tingling from the nape of her neck and travelling town to her bottom. She could also feel her vagina heating and moistening as she stopped with his spread knees almost at the outsides of her breasts.
Looking down, she saw that the two page picture spread featured teenage girls, one blonde and one brunette, dressed in Girl Guide uniforms. They were standing in an open doorway, smiling, each one offering up a box of cookies to an older man who stood just inside. The title, written in the upper left hand corner in bold red letters was,
'Sweets for sale'.
Bess found herself curious about what would happen to the two girls, suddenly and shamefully excited about the possibilities in such a magazine, and found her trembling fingers turning the page as though they had a mind of their own. The top of the paper leaf brushed Brent's penis and, to her unexpected delight, he gasped a little at the incidental contact and a fresh dribbling of precum escaped from his tip.
The next page showed the three of them sitting on a couch, the man holding a handful of bills out to the blonde Guide. His hard penis was sticking out of his open fly while the girl he was holding the cash out to grinned, wide eyed with her hand reaching for the bills. The brunette Guide was aghast, her hand covering her mouth. Beneath this shot and on the same page, the Guide who'd taken the bills and now had them sticking half out of her breast pocket was gripping the man's penis while her friend watched, a cookie with a bite out of it in her hand. Her expression, while still shocked, now also held interest. On the opposite page and at the top was a shot of the blonde leaning over with her face in the man's lap, licking his length while he pulled the front of the brunette's uniform open to reveal a respectable sized pair of boobs in a pink bra. Below this, both guides were happily sharing the now naked man's meat as his hand groped under the blonde's skirt. The brunette's boobs were out and she smiled while licking his shaft.
"Move my cock," Brent directed when she went to turn the page, adding in a sly tone, "I don't want a paper cut."
Bess would have giggled at that were it not for the prospect of touching his slick, erect manhood. The grin on her face, however, said it all in any case as she gingerly touched her fingers to the front of his member just under the head, producing another gasp from him. She liked this reaction, that she had been its cause and, without much thought, closed her hand around him as she turned the page.
"Huu-uuh..." he moaned.
A small spray of precum squirted from his head, shooting straight up to fall back down, landing on the magazine page. A smaller amount oozed out and ran down his length to her hand as she squeezed gently, still smiling with building excitement.
While the brunette Guide was left to entertain the man's cock in a solo effort, the blonde was sitting on the back of the couch, legs spread. Her skirt was hiked and she was without panties, very obviously enjoying the man's finger probing her love hole. In the next shot, he was licking her sex while she held his head to it, her friend now only wearing black panties and bra while she stuffed her face with his meat.
The opposite page showed the brunette stuffing her vagina with his cock instead, taking her turn at licking her fellow Guide's snatch while the man sucked the blonde's nipples.
Brent moaned again and she realized that she'd been slowly pumping his meat, grinding her thighs together while her own nipples fought the bodice of her dress. They were so sensitive and desperately needed to be sucked on like the man in the porn magazine was doing to the rather naughty Girl Guide.
"Hey, it's my turn, cocksucker."
Bess flushed at the reference, but didn't say anything, only smiled as she turned around, still gripping Brent's meat. Skeeter wasn't holding a magazine, sitting with his legs spread as before, but now on the very edge of his bunk. She stared at his organ as it rested against his T-shirt, suddenly remembering that she was supposed to be practicing time management with these two while pumping Skeeter for any information he had via his gossiping wife. She giggled with forbidden excitement at the thought of her little game.
"You're supposed to be telling me what you know about Susan Quinn," she reminded, still staring at his meat as though she were talking directly to it.
"C'mon over here and I will," he invited.
Letting go of Brent's meat, he moaned with regret that almost made her giggle again, his sticky essence on her hand making her feel as naughty as the two Girl Guides in his nudie magazine as she approached the grinning Skeeter. When she was close enough, he reached out with his other hand, fingers hooking her dress between two buttons just beneath her braless breasts to reel her in. With a deft maneuver, he aimed his cockhead between those two buttons and suddenly invaded her dress with his long, straining hard staff. It took her by surprise and she let out a small cry as she looked down to see his shiny helmet suddenly appear from between her full breasts, unimaginably protruding from the low necked bodice of her dress.
"
Oooh!
Why, your big cock is in my dress!"
His answer was a low, grunting moan as he held her close, fucking her breasts as she watched with utter surprise. Like Brent's had, a shot of precum, thick and sticky, leapt from the small slit in his tip and hit her upper lip. She flinched, but only watched while his head withdrew down between her breasts, disappearing in her ample cleavage. She felt another warm shot down there just before his head reappeared, shiny and slippery wet.
"Uhh! Ohhh! Skeeter...!"
Bess looked up at him, lips parted in awe as his man juice dribbled into her mouth. It tasted so surprisingly good and she loved the expression on his face, how he was using her for his own pleasure while at the same time so dependent on her for it.
"Oh, fuck!" he gasped. "Uhh, ffff-fuuuck!"
More tingles erupted from under her ears, running down her shoulders and sides to her ever moistening sex. The slippery contact of his organ felt so good in her cleavage, the visual aspect of it turning her on even further as he used her body in such an exciting way as she never would have imagined.
Another sticky gob of his lube was released, this one spurting straight up, but falling down on her chest. It slowly ran towards her cleavage as he pumped that deep valley until his head touched it, adding the runny stuff to the ample lube between her breasts. She was looking down, watching this as another shot up and grazed her forehead before it was caught and trapped by her hair. By the time she noticed herself helping Skeeter's efforts by slowly bobbing her body up and down, it was trickling from her scalp, down her forehead and the bridge of her nose. His balls seemed swollen with the stuff and another squirt soiled her neck before she remembered that she was supposed to be interviewing this man.
