Guard at Women’s Prison Her Story of being a Whore part 4

Guard at Women’s Prison Her Story of being a Whore part 4


 
And I swear every guy in the place was named Richard Courage.

Dripping cum in the car heading home, I allowed Lenore's fingers to roam in my cunt. And she said, as I gave my mom head when you stir it, sperm turns into foam that's why I love warm beer my mom said, boasting she could steer while getting head.

But it was hard to do, so she hollered, "Fuck you!" to the wheel, grabbing my hair instead we crashed into some junk in our yard, and our Ford, though not totaled, was scarred. After coming, Mom said, you're to blame, you fuck head, so she spanked me until I came hard.

And that night I caught sperm on my tongue from my brother who really was hung as Jack emptied his balls like Niagara Falls, my mom tongue-lashed my clit till it stung. You drain pipes like a plumber, Disgrace said Mom, grinding her twat in my face. With your mouth-wrench, vent steam from my roiling seam and she hissed while mist clouded the place.

Then she pulled my tits out of my bra, and with lipstick she started to draw Perverse pictures of me fucking Jack anally. And she captured my ass without flaw. You're a cock-sucking, cunt-licking whore she said, knocking me down to the floor. As I licked her high heel she asked, how does it feel to be base and depraved to the core?

I replied, it feels vile and yummy! For a glow radiates from my tummy when I'm slapped and abused and perversely misused. And it's best when it comes from my mommy.

So Bliss showered me with dirty blows, kicking me with her sharp-pointed toes, and unloading on me tons of shit, verbally and I shuddered with passionate throes.

That same year, cousin Sue married rich, so her first husband she had to ditch though Jack fought the divorce, he was decked by the force
of the law which banned his type of itch. Legally, you were never her mate, I said, helping poor Jack masturbate. For the state we are in
sees such love as a sin, and claims cousins should not copulate.

But I fuck my own sister, Jack cried as my tits caught his tears which soon dried and if I can screw you, they should let me keep Sue the law equally should be applied. I said, true, but Sue brought us along on her honeymoon to right the wrong she has done to you, dear. Jack said, she brought me here cause her rich husband has a small dong.

Sue and Winston returned to the room, and the pretty bride said to her groom, Darling, you can out-dance any man in your pants, but without them, you give a girl the gloom. Then Sue made him wait out in the hall so that she could incestuously ball my will hung brother, dear Jack, who was flat on his back though his dick stood up twelve inches tall.

Cousin Sue undressed without a hitch, and she flew to the bed like a witch meanly fisting me hard till my senses were jarred, saying God you're one cheap fucking bitch. For she knew dirty talk in the sack primed me for an orgasmic attack and my cum-flow increased by a gallon at least, and Sue used it to lubricate Jack.

Then she lowered herself on his dick and leaned forward and told me to lick out her ass as they fucked and her hips really bucked as her cunt engulfed Jack's swollen cock. But so fast did Sue bounce and so high that I couldn't catch up until I glued my face to her ass when she made the next pass, so I drilled my tongue in on the fly.

As I gave anal joy to my cousin, my big brother had her pussy buzzing and combining his meat with my deep oral heat made Sue come ten times, maybe a dozen.

Then she ground her cunt into my lips and I couldn't take lady-like sips of the cum in her slit, so I had to gulp it and the taste made me thrust up my hips.

Rub my clit with your hairbrush I mumbled since the cum in my mouth made speech jumbled, but sweet Sue understood, and she brushed me off good until far into dreamland I tumbled.

Now the story on how I got in person telling guard my life and family history of me becoming a whore.  

to be continued