Guard at Women’s Prison Her Story of being a Whore part 9

Guard at Women’s Prison Her Story of being a Whore part 9

So, we'd come to this dump to meet Heather, and she entered the room wearing leather. Her big tits stuck out like they were implants, no doubt and we talked about tits and the weather.

Heather said, I hear you lick out asses I replied, I aced all of the classes which all the 'goody girls' failed, and I'm commonly hailed as the scholar who butt-sucks all bitches Heather then stripped me naked, and Jack said, come on, you two! Let's hit the sack! But the blonde hit me first saying, sluts so accursed need a whipping in front and in back.

On her hip, Heather carried a lash, and she used it on me in a flash saying. You, lucky bitch normally, just the rich catch my whip, and they have to pay cash. When my tits and ass cheeks were red, Heather dragged me up onto the bed. With his dick, brother Jack soothed my sore anal crack as I gave the sadistic blonde bitch head.

Whorish redheads do everything, right, Heather asked and I nodded in spite the shame it might bring, for to do everything would set records beyond human sight.

So this blonde played her cards wickedly like Rose did with my mom constantly. Of course, I loved her stunt, having long bore the brunt
of a woman's butt smothering me. She soon made me turn purple and woozy and my orgasm sure was a doozy.

There were far better ways to get high in those days, but a slut like me couldn't be choosy.

So the blonde made me bear her full weight on my face, and to investigate if her butt was among the most taste my tongue snaked six inches inside, maybe eight. Heather said, that feels lovely, you whore as I thrashed like a carp on the floor. But I think that you're close
to an ass overdose and might buy the farm at my back door when she tried to get off me lightly, she found out that my tongue gripping her tightly, and she couldn't dismount not on any account so Jack went about doing it rightly.

He tried prying me out of her void, but I clung like some huge hemorrhoid that would not go away and would stubbornly stay, and the blonde began growing annoyed.

As I could sympathize with her, of course though our union brought me no remorse but I didn't mind marrying Heather's behind, the blonde entertained thoughts of divorce she tried oil and liquor and ice, and asked one of the maids for advice, she probably knew every way to 'unscrew' since her job was to barge.

The maid said, all the redheads I know are real dumb-shits, so just treat her so.

Use her sluttish mouth hole like a plain toilet bowl and expel her the next time you go.

So the blonde picked up something to read while Jack pumped my crotch holes full of seed. Heather grunted and strained and great pressure maintained till my tongue, by her sweet shit, was freed.

When I turned thirty-five, my Aunt Rose for a hot birthday gift wisely chose a big bottle of wine, which, though still labeled 'Rhine,'
held her piss and was covered with bows.

I gave her a big kiss and a hug, then I pulled out the cork with a tug, toasting her, I then said here's to giving you head then we 69'd right on the rug.

Turning thirty-six, I walked the street so my unemployed family could eat I charged only a buck for a quick curbside suck, but a fin for a back alley treat.

Some ex-con, dressed in rags and dead broke, on his knees humbly begged for a poke I said, hey, I'd be glad. You just might be my dad so I spread for him, then the bum spoke you remind me of someone named Bliss and I perked up my ears hearing this long ago, fresh from jail I went looking for some tail and this bar-blonde gave me a French kiss.

Now he paused as he entered my cunt so I stole a car parked out in front, as we drove by a church, I could feel the blonde searching for my cock, and it was a short hunt now we humped like a pair of hot mice. As she stroked me, I asked for her price she said, the fucking is free then the bitch straddled me, and she screamed when I came in her slice.

Now he started to come in my pie while she sucked my dick clean I asked why she'd go out for a ride with a bum and spread wide without checking his condom supply.

Now he paused as I milked his erection, she said she was fed up with protection that her cunt craved the feel of hot cum, an appeal she could no longer meet with rejection. Now he grinned as I suck-cleaned his nuts, and she told me she licked out all sluts, and I see her in you. I said, this much is true you're my dad! There are no ifs, ands, or buts.

Thirty-seven saw me having fun I gave Jack anal sex, and when done he said, that wasn't bad but the best that I've had come from Sue after she had just run.

So to please him I acted the jock and went running. I circled the block several times till my bra started rubbing me raw, and so topless I battled the clock.

Now the record for running the mile in just panties which now was my style, was a full seven days, due to many delays from the rapists and cops and the trial.

But large hail stones were falling this night, and a mad dog was loose, and the sight of an armed, roving band kept most folks inside, and
the tornado watch kept traffic light.

So when I returned to brother Jack, gasping hard as sweat ran down my crack, he said, shit, look at you.
 
You're as sexy as Sue and we spent the whole night in the sack.

I felt great the next year, in the pink, sucking Sue, though my mom made a stink. Now you know I abhor a slime pool on the floor from now on, eat Sue over the sink.

On my thirty-ninth birthday, I laid on the beach with a lovely-tanned maid. I stared hard at her crotch with its big sweaty splotch but her eyes on my black brassiere stayed.

Are you D-cupped or E-cupped, she asked as we were half-naked, in the sun basking. I said Measure my tits while I check out your pits.

And our hidden charms soon we were unmasked.

Then while ogling her pussy, I said you remind me of someone I fed a long time ago. She replied quite casually I'm your daughter. Now give me some head. I was so fucking happy I cried while as I ate out my sweet daughter, Pride. Having left the cold church, she had gone on a search for her mom--now spread wide by her side.

Are you truly the whore-slut some say, pride asked me as we sucked every way. I'm as low as you'll find, I said and your behind it is so sweet I could suck it all day.

Then I took Pride back home instantly so my oversexed family could see how my kid had turned out.

A true whore without doubt, and our orgy went on endlessly.

Turning forty, the year life commences, saw me drink from the cup of offenses culled from lecherous verse, the rites of the perverse, and the pleasing of all the five senses. I was tied and blindfolded by Bliss, then led out to the car by my Sis who stuffed me in the trunk of our car with a drunk who seemed happy to travel like this.

As we drove across town, the drunk fought with his pants, and his zipper got caught in my bush since waist-high was my dress; and so, I
lost some curls from my middle-aged twat. Who this loser was, I didn't know, I could guess his identity, though by his cock, and I cried,
you're my dad I spread wide in an alley for you long ago.

At remembering dicks you excel said my dad, I was horny as hell I had just escaped jail and went begging for tail, and my own daughter serviced me well I replied, I was well-pleasured, too and was happy to be there for you and let your donut dunk in my cup till your spunk
creamed my coffee and sweetened the brew, by the time the car came to a stop I was now the one thrusting on top. But it wasn't my fault that my hips wouldn't halt and my body continued to flop.

For my dad was now coming, and I had been trained to milk every cock dry, that pricked me like a thorn from the time I was born at least, that was a good alibi.

I was pulled from the trunk and then led down some stairs, and my mom slyly said, what's in store for you, scum will make fucking that bum look like praying at Sister Anne's bed I was pulled through a crowd, for I heard many voices, some drunken and slurred I smelled liquor and smoke and felt hands touch and poke my dimensions in spots I preferred.

To be continued