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A Caged Bird Sings

By: YKN4949



Part 1: Entering the Criminal Justice System

The gavel came down hard; the cracking sound was so loud that it made me jump. But I was in a sort of haze, I didn't really understand what was going on. I looked over at my public defender, his lips were pursed and he was quietly collecting his papers on his desk.

"What does that mean?" I asked and he looked over at me but didn't speak, "I don't understand, what did the judge decide?" My attorney sighed and put his hand on my shoulder.

"He sentenced you to 15 years without the possibility of parole," he said glumly and the commenced collecting his papers again, "I am really sorry Odessa."

"But I confessed," I said, "You said that would get me leniency."

"You could have gotten twice that," he said and finished packing up. He lifted his brief case and slung his jacket over it. He looked down at me, "You should be happy you will get out in your mid-thirties, still young enough to have a life." And then he walked down the center of the courtroom and out of my life forever. It was completely alone now, just me and 15 years of incarceration at a California State Correctional Facility.

And alright, I deserved to go to prison. That's why I confessed, that's why I threw myself on the mercy of the court. But I didn't deserve this. I mean, none of this so-called hearing passed anything approached the sniff test. I was totally railroaded here.

Ok, let me step back a second and explain. My name is Odessa Ko, you might have heard about me. I had a hit song ("Love Me Now, Not Forever") that briefly went into the charts (and was a minor viral hit on YouTube). That was about ten months before my arrest, right around my 18th Birthday. See, I've wanted to be a singer since I was little, and I was going after that dream tenaciously. When the song started to get some radio play, it was like a dream come true. I even got to buy my own song on iTunes! The critics didn't really like my song. They said I was trying to get famous for being a sexy Asian girl with less than stellar talent. But I wrote all my own music, I was trying to be legit. And what Asian girl doesn't want to be a sexy Asian girl? I didn't think that was much of a put down.

Anyway, even if you never heard of me for my singing career, you probably heard about me on all those awful cable news shows. Yes, I am the "T-Girl Terror" or the "Shamed Shemale" that Nancy Grace and all those other assholes followed around for six months. I don't deny I broke the law, but I am not the monster they made me out to be. See, I have always known I was a girl, always. It didn't matter that I'd been born with a penis. My adoptive parents (I was born in Korea, but I was half Japanese, so I was not wanted), were very supportive of me and they paid for hormones and the surgery and stuff. They died in a car accident when I was 17, and I promised that I would make them proud of me. And at 18, when my song went into the charts, I looked great and felt better. I mean, I was a sexy Asian girl, you'd never know I had a cock. I mean I am only 5'1 and no more than 95lbs. I have long, straight black hair, soft Korean features and dark brown eyes. My body is girly (not quite womanly, I guess) with small 32-B breasts, a round bottom, and a very narrow waist. You'd never guess I have a cock (I never considered getting rid of it, I kind of liked it for some reason, just the rest of me was supposed to be girly).

All that was fine. I just wanted to pass as a girl and sing songs and be famous. Guys would claim to have sex with me (because everyone always claims to have banged the hot chick) and I would lie and say they did and everyone would just think I was a normal girl. Except, there was this one reporter. I guess he was kind of obsessed with me, and he started to research me. Somehow, he figured out that I'd been born a boy and was brought over from Korea as a boy. So one day he came to my house, he told me what he'd found out and said he was going to publish the story the next day, he just wanted my reaction. And he fucking got it.

I can't really tell you what I was feeling at that time. It was like, you know, he'd torn into my life and was going to blow it up. For what? I wasn't famous really. It wasn't really pertinent to whether I could sing. It was just going to make people think I was some sort of freak. So I kind of snapped. I was living in my parent's old house still, my dad had played for a company softball team, and his bat was next to the door. I grabbed it and just sort of went nuts. I hit the reporter in the face, and kept hitting him until I couldn't lift my arms anymore. But I need to remind you, I am a little girl, 5'1 and 95lbs. This guy was 6'3 240. I mean, a pretty big dude. I couldn't really hurt him. I broke his nose and he was pretty bloodied. But when the police came later, they said I was charged with attempted murder! I swear to God, I did not intend to kill that guy, just to kick his ass. He was trying to kill my career and reputation. And he is fine! His nose is healed by now! I think it was because, by that time, everyone knew I was transgender. I was a pariah, and I had to be punished. Not for hurting some reporter, but for giving boys a boner even though I had a dick. That was what made me sensational, and it's why I got 15 years in prison without the possibility of parole.

* * * * *

"Welcome to San Sebastian State Correctional Facility," the warden said after I'd been taken off the bus. It had been a very long ride from the county jail in L.A. to this prison in the desert. It was miserably hot outside, but it felt like the air conditioning worked fine in the warden's office. I was the only new inmate that day, so she was greeting me solo. I was wearing my county lock-up uniform and sitting at a chair. My feet and ankles were shackled. A blonde, female guard was standing at the door. I felt terrified. I was about to be dropped into prison. And I had a dick. So I'd be in men's prison. I was about to get raped. Repeatedly. And here I was, getting a calm welcome from the warden like I was applying for a job. 

I was squirming and the warden was just rambling on about the rules. About when I could exercise, about what I could wear, about when I'd be out of my cell, about when I'd eat, sleep, and everything else. There were so many rules that I couldn't bear it anymore. I just zoned out. But then she asked me a question that brought me back to the world.

"Do you know anything about San Sebastian?" she asked. I looked up at her though my hair and just shook my head. 

"Few have," she said, "Well I want you to know it is a relatively new facility. And the first of its kind. You see, California incarcerates more people than just about any other political entity on earth. We have 164,490 prisoners here in the Golden State. Now, about 0.3% of the U.S. population is transgender. That means that in a population of 164,490, there are going to be about 493 transgender people. Now, for a long time, the state of California would simply put women like you in jail with men, and put female-to-male transgender people in the female prisons. This was done for a lot of reasons, but the point is that now; the population is big enough for it to make sense to make an all-transgender prison. And that is what San Sebastian is."

I looked around, the place looked very new. Suddenly, I realized what she was saying. I wasn't going to be thrown into prison with a bunch of brutal men that hadn't seen a woman in years; I was going to be with my people. Sure, the kinds of people I'd always pretended not to be, out transgender girls, but still it was better than nothing. "you mean..." I began.

"Yes. The prison is broken into two spheres; you will be in the MTF wing with around 350 other girls like you. Then FTM wing has around 150 inmates, but you will not be permitted there. All of our guards are female, to decrease the chances of confrontation. Do you have any questions?" She asked. And I wanted to hug that ugly old bitch! I mean, I was still in prison, but I wasn't going to be killed my first night. I knew some other t-girls, I could live with them.

"No, I am just..." I said, but I couldn't finish.

"Relieved?" The Warden asked and I nodded, "Good. You are here to pay your debt to society, this will not be easy. But I never subscribed to the belief that violence or rape was part of your sentence."

"I understand," I said, and boy did I understand. 

"Bethany?" The warden said, looking behind me to the guard standing by the door. The Guard stepped forward, "Please take Ms. Ko to the showers, get her cleaned and then find her clothes, and taken her to her cell." The Warden then looked down at her papers and started to write. It was clear she was done with me. I felt so good; I stood up quickly, looked at the guard, and smiled. She smiled back at me.

She was a pretty woman in her early 40s. She was much taller than me, around 5'9 and very slim. She had large breasts and a big butt, and a youthful face. She kind of looked like the woman who would be your best friend's hot mom when you were growing up. Like you were surprised that someone could look that sexy while being a mom. Well it was twice as weird with a prison guard.

"Let's go to the shower," Bethany said and I nodded. She pointed to the door and followed me out as I left. I followed the various signs until I reached a shower room. It was just sort of a big room with a bunch of shower heads. It kind of freaked me out because it looked like the shower rooms in like a Holocaust movie. But I walked in anyway. Bethany the guard walked in after me.

"Okay honey," she said sweetly, "take off your clothes." Now I felt awkward. Like my entire life was based on, you know, trying to keep people from seeing me naked. My parents had both seen me naked, but I didn't let people see me naked. But, when you're in prison, they don't so much ask you things as tell you things. So I unzipped my baggy county lock-up jumpsuit and threw it off. I kicked off my shoes as well, and I was in my bra and panties in the shower room, the guard with her arms crossed watching me. I noticed a little glint in her eye at that moment, like she might be enjoying this. But I was too scared to think about it. A lifetime of covering my body was about to end now. Someone was going to see me naked.

"Come on, we ain't got all day," the Guard said disinterestedly. So I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra, letting it slide off my arms. Like I said, my breasts are small but they are perky and have that nice teardrop shape I like. My skin is sort of a light color but my areolas are dark and about the size of nickels. My nipples are sort of long, but not bizarrely. I crossed my arm across my tits for a second, and then realized that I was being absurd and reached down to my panties. This is where the real scare was. Someone was going to see my dick.

I shimmied out of my panties and looked down. There it was, the little lump of flesh that caused all my problems. Given my small stature, the hormones I took for most of my life, and my Asian ancestry I have like zero body hair, so it looked even more stark there. It isn't really big or small, kind of small-ish at like 5 inches. My balls are kind of big (I guess it would have to take big balls to think I could get away with pretending I was a girl forever...sorry, bad joke). I looked up. The guard was staring at my cock. I put my hands over it and turned around and faced the shower head.

I waited a second and then cold water rained down on me. It hit my head like a shock, I even screamed out. Hey, remember when I said what my nipples look like? Did I mention that ultra cold water makes them razor blades? Remember when I said my dick was smallish and my balls are big? When 45 degree water cascades on my package it all shrivels up into something even less impressive.

Finally, after gasping a few times, I managed to grab some soap and quickly wash my body and hair (no shampoo, it seemed). The worst part was sticking myself back under the water to rinse off the suds. But, finally, I was completely clean and the water shut off. Then I was just standing and shivering in the shower, my arms wrapped around my chest and my balls in my throat.

I was waiting for Bethany the guard to hand me a towel or something. But then, instead, I felt her hand on my shoulder. Then a shove. I started to fall forward, so I put my hands out, catching myself on the wall. I was sort of leaned over now, my butt sticking out. And her hand was on my shoulder. For a second I was totally confused, was she getting me in a good position to dry off or something? Then she leaned over and breathed into my ear.

"I don't give a shit what the warden says," she said, "You animals are absolute degenerates and I make it my personal quest to make sure you know you're in prison." I turned back to look at her, but she shoved my head forward with her hand. I didn't move, I just stared at the wall. My heart was beating a mile a minute.

"What are you doing," I managed to whisper and she laughed. Her voice echoed around the empty shower and I never felt so alone in my life.

"Don't worry about that," she said, and I heard her slide her Billy club out of its holster. She rubbed the hard wooden object against my back, then let it slide down my leg. She pried my legs a part a little with the club, and then tapped my balls with it. It wasn't a very hard tap, but it hurt like hell. My stomach ached and I wanted to throw up.

"Fuck," I groaned, on hand moving down to gently massage my balls. She wracked my hand and I moved it away.

"You little fags hate your cocks, but you always take such good care of them," she said, "Okay, you don't want to play with your dick? You want to pretend you're a girl? Well girl's get fucked, that's what we do. I am going to show you how a girl takes a cock." It doesn't take much imagination to figure out what she was suggesting.

She slid her baton up my balls and planted it between my ass cheeks. She put just a little bit of pressure at first, spreading my cheeks and rubbing against my asshole. I was still wet from the shower and it slid there easily. But it felt huge, like it had a diameter of about two and a half inches. It was going to tear me apart. 

"Tell me you want my cock," she said and I was crying now. But it was so strange, I still, to this day, don't really remember this like it happened. It is sort of an out-of-body thing, where I see this stuff happening to me outside my body. And the next thing I see is her slap me in the face about as hard as she can, "say it!"

"I want your cock," I said, the pain hot on my face, the raise red area burning harder for my tears. This was exactly what I'd been afraid of in prison, but it was coming from such an unexpected source.

"I knew you were a little slut the first time I laid eyes on you. I saw you on TV, you are disgusting," she said, and for some reason it hurt almost as much as her slap. But not as much as what happened next. She leaned in and started to push that big baton into my ass. 

If you hadn't gathered already, I was a virgin at this point. No one had ever put anything into my ass. It wasn't even a part of my masturbation ritual. It was totally new and totally horrible. I remember screaming, until she hit me. The pain was so blinding. The cock slid, inch by inch into my asshole. It felt like it was completely filling me up, like it was going to come out of my mouth. After a few inches, I was actively thrusting into it, just trying to get it all in my body so it would stop. 

And the guard was relentless, she just kept pushing the baton into me harder and harder. I was moaning lowly and she kept telling me to be quiet. My cock got hard. I can't explain that, it was so strange, but it was involuntary. And then, something even stranger happened. I mean, it isn't strange, it is mechanical, but it felt strange. She must've hit my prostate in just the right way. I didn't know that's what she did, I learned that later. But suddenly, mixed with all this humiliation and pain was the most powerful orgasm I'd ever felt in my life.

It built from inside my asshole, it felt like the most unholy pressure, all over my body. Then, it just sort of broke; it broke so hard that I thought I'd died to something. And when the tension released, the pleasure poured out of me. And so did the cum. Big, thick strands of cum shot out of my dick, spraying the wall in front of me. The whole time the guard kept plugging away at my asshole, she was even reaching around and grabbing my nipples now. But for a few seconds of transcendent bliss, all I could feel was the orgasm. And that was enough. Finally, the orgasm subsided and she appeared to get bored. She cruelly yanked the baton out of my ass.

"Clean this off," she said and she shoved the baton into my throat. I didn't really have time to react, it pushed through my teeth (not knocking any out, but hurting nonetheless) and against my tongue. It was covered in my ass, but I licked it off, hoping I could get it her stop.

"There," I said in a shaky voice. My knees felt weak.

"What's this?" she said, pointing to the cum on the wall, "you've made a mess all over my shower. Clean it up!" And as she finished she wracked the back of my knees with the baton and I feel into a kneeling position, like I was about to pray. There looked to be about two or three ounces of sperm sliming down the wall. I looked at it for a second, having never tasted the stuff. I knew what she wanted from me. I was powerless to resist. 

I leaned forward and opened my mouth. I wondered for a moment about how dirty the wall was, but I couldn't do anything about it. I sniffed the cum, but I couldn't really smell anything. Then I stuck out my tongue and pressed it flat against the wall. The taste was salty and slimy and...pleasant. I sucked the sperm into my mouth and let it roll around on my teeth and tongue. The flavor was strong, but not bad. It was kind of sexy. I knew why people gave blowjobs. I leaned back in and licked up more of the cum, savoring its taste. By the time I lapped the rest of it up, I loved it. I wouldn't waste another drop of it in a tissue when I masturbated, I wanted the cum. My tormentor must've sensed I wasn't averse to eating sperm. She yanked me to my feet.

"You're disgusting," she said. Then she walked away and turned the shower back on, "clean up again." She said. I was being punished for liking parts of my punishment. The water was just as cold and terrible as the last time. I was shivering, and now my asshole hurt. But at least I hadn't given her the satisfaction of hating every second of it. She'd made me harder somehow, more ready for prison. As the water shut off again, I heard the door to the shower room open.

"Bethany, you finished with this chick? I need this room," a voice said, I looked back and saw another guard. Bethany rolled her eyes, but she grabbed a towel and threw it at me.

"Hurry up, we're done here," she said and I wanted to run over to the other guard and give her a big cummy kiss. But I didn't. I just wiped myself down and then walked over to Bethany. She handed me a pair of blue sweat pants and a white t-shirt. There was a pair of white panties and a pink bra as well. A uniform I guess. I got dressed quickly and we went outside. The other guard went into the shower room and Bethany led me away.

"You are lucky," she said, "that was about to get a lot worse." I felt my blood run cold. I didn't want to think about the inventive torments this person could invent for me. But then we were just walking, making our way through the prison. Guards were everywhere, but there weren't any prisoners, that I could see. 

Then I could hear noise. A lot of noise. It was just talking and stuff, but it sounded terrifying. I realized that it was lunch. There was a large group in the lunchroom, talking and I was about to be thrown into the middle of it. It was like the first day of junior high all over again. I was in a narrow hallway, and I was walking towards the noise. Bethany kept pushing me further. Finally, we passed a door on our left; I looked inside, and saw the lunch room. Bethany handed me a folder, pushed me into the lunchroom and turned away. I was alone.


A Caged Bird Sings Ch. 02



In Part 1 Odessa was sent to prison, met a female guard, and made some friends. That is all you get in terms of summary, read the first one if you want to know the story. If you don't care about story, just read forward, lots of kinky sex ahead. 

Chapter 2: Initiation

I awoke the next morning with my dick still hanging out of my panties and the covers still around my ankles. I must've really conked out after that blowjob. I quickly stuffed myself back in my panties and put my tank-top and shorts back on. I remembered from my orientation that I'd only get a shower twice a week, so I put some new clothes on quickly. McKenzie was already awake and she was lying in her bed reading. After the last night, I felt a little nervous around her for some reason, but I quickly fixed my hair and got ready for breakfast, pretending like it all felt totally normal.

"Finally up there sleepyhead," she finally said, putting her book down and jumping off the top bunk. She looked beautiful and I just smiled at her, "Come on, they unlocked the door ten minutes ago, let's get breakfast," she said. And as I was walking out the door she gave me a pinch on the butt. I jumped like ten feet in the air and turned around to watch her giggle, "Don't be awkward, we're just buddies," she said. And we headed to breakfast.

It was strange, it felt 1000% more natural to be there on the second day. Don't get me wrong, it was still very terrifying and everything. But it wasn't AS terrifying. I sort of knew where everything was and I knew sort of what the routine would be. So I walked a little more easily with McKenzie to the lunch room. I got food and sat down at the same table with McKenzie, Prisha, and Clara. We talked a little bit and ate our food. I was finally hungry and ate the disgusting slop despite my gross-out. McKenzie didn't say anything about sucking my dick, so I didn't say anything either. Prisha and Clara just talked about their night, in their cell; listening to the couple in the room next to them have sex. It was a funny story, but I wondered who'd heard me getting my first blowjob.

Breakfast was actually kind of fun. It was like those high school lunches where you lucked out and got some friends with the same period. Then you'd all sit together and talk and gossip and everything. I felt sort of comfortable in this little clique. I don't know why they wanted to hang out with me. Maybe it was only because I was roommates with McKenzie so they tried to be friends with me just because it was easier that way. Maybe it was because I was sort of famous (or infamous I guess). Whatever the reason, I felt like I was sort of hitting it off with them.

After lunch I was taken aside by a guard and told about my new job. It seemed that while I was required to go and clean up after breakfast and then help with the preparation of lunch. After that, I'd be allowed to eat lunch and then have free time in the afternoon as I had the day before. McKenzie, Clara, and Prisha all had their jobs at the same time as me, but none of them worked in the kitchen. 

Now, I am not much of a cleaner or cook, but I did what I had to do. I scrubbed pans, I washed floors, I took stuff out of the freezer and dumped it into the microwave. I did all the things I was asked to do. The other girls I worked with seemed nice enough. There really weren't any problems. After work, I ate lunch with my friends (yes, I was already sort of thinking of them that way) and I hung out before going to bed. It was a boring day, but it wasn't horrible. Plus, I now knew exactly what my routine would be like, and that was comforting. My next three days were like this, nothing out of the ordinary.

As far as sex goes, McKenzie never mentioned the blowjob and no one else seemed to know. As far as everyone else went, I could still occasionally see and hear people having sex in their cells, but as I got used to it the place seemed way less sexualized than it appeared on the first day. I just figured it was like the outside world, you know, sex happens sometimes and it isn't that big of a deal. It wasn't until my first communal shower day that I learned exactly how wrong I was to think that.

Like I said, we only got showers every couple of days. I was supposed to get a shower after lunch, during my free time. I had a specific time and everything and it was with eight other girls. I was a little nervous. I mean, it was one thing for McKenzie to see me naked occasionally in the room, we were passed that now. But I was going to be in a shower with a bunch of girls I didn't know. Plus I still had bad memories about the shower from my first day in prison. But I tried not to worry about it. I was going to have to do this twice a week for a decade and a half, I had to get used to it.

At the appointed time I lined up outside the common room. The nine of us stood quietly until the guard came and told us to follow her. We went out in the hallway and followed the route back towards the shower. I looked to see if I recognized any of the girls I'd be showering with. I knew some to look at them, but I'd never met any of them. In a couple of minutes we were at the shower.

This was a different shower than the incoming shower. This was bigger. It was a big, rectangular room with a smaller, rectangular pillar in the center. The center pillar had several showerheads poking out of it. Around the perimeter of the room was a long bench. I saw the girls walking over to the bench to get undressed and put their clothes up. I walked around the pillar to the back of the room, I wanted to try to find some privacy, especially away from the guard (still didn't trust the guards, not after Bethany).

I walked over to the bench on the opposite side of the room from the entrance. I looked around. I could see some girls starting to get undressed. I saw breasts, I saw asses, I saw cocks. I looked down. I took my shirt and my bra off and set them on the bench. Then, I took off my pants and finally my panties. I was completely naked. I stood up from the bench, walked over to the shower (staring directly at the showerhead) and started to clean myself. I don't know what I thought; maybe I was thinking that if I respected everyone's privacy they would respect mine. Whatever.

I had a soap on a rope I'd been issued and I quickly started to scrub my body. We had like 25 minutes to clean, but I was making record time. I covered my breasts and my stomach in suds and then rinsed it off. I soaped up my cock and my legs and scrubbing them well. I was just starting to feel like I was almost done when I heard it. 

It wasn't a loud sound. In any other situation, you might not even notice. It was more like a breathy whisper than anything else. But I was in the shower, so I knew something was weird. The acoustics in the shower can be weird, so first I turned to my left. There was a particularly large white girl with a tiny little cock scrubbing her pubes. Her eyes were closed but she didn't appear to be making any noise. Instead I turned to my right, and saw it. Two girls were making out.

One was a small black girl. She was very short, probably my height (5'1) and around 110lbs. She had massive brown eyes, a small button nose, a very big mouth, and a dark black complexion. Her breasts were small, probably just A-cups, her stomach was not flat but it wasn't fat, it was girlish. She had wide hips, muscular legs, and a 6 inch cock that was hard as a rock. The other girl was a tall, slim redhead. She had bright green eyes and a small spattering of freckles across her small nose. Her lips were very pink and her skin was incredibly white. Her hair was long and a dark red. She was around 5'8 and her breasts were large and alabaster, her hips narrow, and her feet dainty. She had a 5.5 inch cock that was just as hard as her girlfriend's.

The two women were facing once another, their arms entwined. The redhead was looking down at the black girl, kissing her deeply on the mouth. The redhead's breasts were sort of lying on top of the black girls breasts. They bodies were so close, their cocks were pressed together, with the black girl's hard cock nestled in her lovers balls.

"We have to hurry Madeline, we only have 15 minutes," the black girl whispered softly. 

"Ellen, you are such a worrier!" Madeline said to the black girl and then kissed her deeply again. By this time I had forgotten what was going on. I was just standing; my soap on a rope in hand, watching what was going down.

I watched as Madeline and Ellen's cocks rubbed together, the way their breasts rubbed together, when they kissed. I saw the way Madeline's tongue dug into her lover's mouth and the way Ellen's hands moved over Madeline's breasts. I loved the contrast in their skin colors, Ellen so dark and Madeline so pale. I loved the way the water beaded on their bodies and cascaded around them as they kissed. I couldn't believe how hot it was. But I was vaguely aware that everyone else was just finishing up their showers, not paying attention. But my cock was getting hard, and I couldn't help but keep watching.

Then Madeline did something I didn't expect. She broke the kiss she was in and walked over and sat down on the bench next to her clothes. I turned and faced her, but kept my head in the shower, pretending like I was rinsing my hair. I half expected her to keep getting dressed, but she didn't. Instead, she curled her index finger at Ellen, calling her forward. 

Ellen walked over to Madeline and put her hands on her lover's knees. Then she bent over and kissed Madeline deeply on the mouth. I was standing behind them, I looked at Ellen's tight little ass when she bent over, saw the small brown picker of her asshole and saw her balls dangling between her legs. Somehow, this view was incredibly sexy to me. I wanted to put those balls in my mouth, I wanted to kiss that asshole. These were thoughts I'd never had before, but my cock was so hard, I wasn't even really thinking anymore. I felt electric.

Ellen broke her kiss and then turned around. For a moment, I didn't know what was going to happen, then I saw Madeline spread her legs wide. Around Ellen, I could see Madeline's cock sitting up hard from her body, it was almost twitching in anticipation. Then I knew what would happen. I saw Madeline's delicate white hands grab around Ellen's dark skin at the swell of her waist. I watched as she carefully started to lower Ellen down. 

My soap was still attached to my arm by the rope, but it was just lying by my hip now. My cock was aching as I watched the tip of Madeline's pink dick press against Ellen's asshole. Ellen had a look of extreme concentration on her face.

"Oh Christ Maddy!" Ellen moaned loudly and I saw that the tip of Madeline's cock was in Ellen's asshole. They were both so wet from the shower, Ellen's body started to easily slide down Madeline's cock. I watched as Madeline's white dick slowly slipped into Ellen's black body. Soon, Ellen was resting with her ass on Madeline's balls. Madeline's entire cock was buried in her lover's asshole.

"Oh honey you are so tight," Madeline said as she reached around Ellen's body and rubbed her breasts. Ellen didn't respond, she just moaned. Then she started to rock her body back and forth, milking Madeline's cock with her body. She looked back over her shoulder and kissed Madeline deeply. Even as she did so, Madeline kept rubbing Ellen's breasts, squeezing her nipples. 

While she moved, Ellen's cock bounced back and forth slapping her body. Her balls moved up and down on Madeline's balls and the entire visual experience was undeniably sexy. I couldn't help myself. I put my hand on my cock and started to gently stroke my dick. I didn't squeeze too hard, the look was too sexy, I was almost ready to cum before I touched myself.

"Fuck my asshole baby, please!" Ellen moaned, grinding her hips into Madeline's cock. At the same time her hands fell onto Madeline's knees and I saw her nails digging into her lover's skin. Ellen's eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she moaned loudly. I hear Madeline's grunting as she shoved her cock harder and harder in Ellen's asshole. I saw Madeline's breasts mashed against her lovers back as he leaned into her. 

"Oh shit!" I hear Madeline groan and I watched her grip Ellen's breasts tight. I watched as her cock slammed hard into to Ellen's asshole and then I heard her moan loudly. Her entire body going limp. I knew she'd cum. But her cock was still buried in Ellen's ass and Ellen was still grinding on it. Just then, Ellen's eyes shot open and I saw she saw me. I quickly dropped my dick and grabbed my soap, but it didn't fool her.

"Well Maddy, looks like we have an audience," she said and then moaned as she grinded harder. Madeline didn't seem to notice, she was gripping Ellen's breasts and cooing gently, clearly enjoying a post-sexual buzz. I tried to turn away, but I knew I was caught. What was going to happen?

"Sorry," I started.

"Don't stop," Ellen said, running her hands all over her body. It was clear from the look in her eye that she was about to cum, "get over her, I want you to keep jacking. I want you to cum on me while I have my baby's cock in my ass." She said in a low groan. For a moment I was frozen. Had she really just asked me that? I looked around. Everyone was finishing up their showers, pretending they didn't see. The guard was out of sight and definitely out of mind. 

I thought about turning and going towards my clothes, just getting dressed and leaving. But I looked over at Madeline and Ellen. I saw Ellen's pretty face, watched her tongue roll across her lips, I saw Madeline's white hands on Ellen's black breasts, and I saw Madeline's cock still buried deep in Ellen's asshole. I needed to cum. I dropped my soap and starting rubbing my cock again.

"Good girl," Ellen said, "come closer." I was still about ten feet away from the lovers. For a moment, I just kept jacking myself off looking, but I started to move closer. I saw that Madeline's cock was still hard in Ellen's ass and that she was still grinding on it. I kept moving closer, all the while stroking my dick, feeling its heat and warmth and getting my fingers sticky from my roiling pre-cum. 

I stopped walking when I was about two feet in front of Madeline and Ellen. I heard low moans and Madeline's labored breathing. I could smell their sex and I could almost feel the heat coming off of their bodies. My eyes locked on Ellen's. Her brown eyes seemed smoldering, they showed her internal sexual need. I was so horny when I saw them; I mean I can't describe it.

Just looking at her put me over the edge. I squeezed my little cock hard and stroked it one last time. I arched my feet, standing up straight on my toes. I let out an involuntary grunt and then I felt the whole world go white in a storm of pleasure. My entire body felt warm and I felt like I was vibrating. My cock was so sensitive, I took my hand from it and it quivered as it shot load after load of hot white cum. I opened my eyes as I was cumming and I watched as thick white ropes of sperm shot through the air and splattered on Ellen's thigh and stomach. My white cum contrasted so nicely with Ellen's dark skin, I could see every drop. 

Ellen seemed to move as though struck as each little drip of cum splattered against her skin. She when the last of my seed splashed against her cock, she finally let out a loud scream. It wasn't a word, it was just a raw sexual noise. And then suddenly, even though it had never been touched, Ellen's cock exploded. A giant surge of white liquid shot from her cock and arched across the shower. It splashed against my tits with a wet sound. It was warm and slimy and I could feel it running down my body. More cum came, some against my feet, most hitting the shower floor. 

I looked down at the cum on my breasts. It was the first time someone else's cum touched me. I scooped a little bit of it up with my finger and looked at it closely. It was pearly and beautiful. I could smell it, and my mouth watered. I looked at Ellen and she was looking at me with a sort of dazed air. I scooped the cum into my mouth quickly. It was salty and familiar. I let it roll over my tongue, squishing it between my teeth and savoring the flavor, the texture, of Ellen's seed. 

I loved the taste. Soon, I was scouring my body, scooping up Ellen's sperm and shoveling it into my mouth. I saw Ellen and Madeline watching me but I didn't care. Finally, when I was certain that I'd gotten all the cum, I stepped back under the shower to rinse myself clean. Just as I finished, the showers shut off. My time was up. I walked back over to the bench and saw that Ellen and Madeline were already dressed.

"You're a kinky one," Ellen said smiling. I saw her eyes work over my body.

"Hey I recognize you," Madeline said, "You're that famous tranny from CNN." 

"I guess so," I said, collecting my things. I didn't know if I wanted to be remembered as the CNN tranny or the kinky girl. I don't know what had come over me there. As soon as I'd finished eating the cum, I felt like I was back to normal. The person who did those things was not me. Not that I didn't enjoy it. Oh I don't know, it so weird and complicated.

"Well we...get together every shower. If you're interested in watching,," Ellen said and then she and Madeline got up, hand in hand, and walked out of the shower together. 

And I was naked and alone in the shower. I was still a little stunned by all of this and I still had the taste of cum in my mouth and the visions of sex in my brain. Everything was just as weird as I feared it would be on the first day. But I didn't have any choice, I quickly got dressed and left.

* * * * *

The next few days were pretty routine, but I was more wary. I can't explain it really. It wasn't like jacking off on those girls in the shower had been bad in any way. I mean, it was so sexy to see them together and cumming... hell who doesn't love cumming? But I realized that I could slip into this illusion of sexual safety. Like, I am having enough fun watching people have sex and masturbating, I forgot how dangerous this place can be. So I still hung out with my friends and everything, but I tried not to talk or think about sex. Better to just deal with the awful routine of prison. I'd spent my entire life ignoring sex and ignoring my sex drive, I needed to keep that together here in prison. Just like on the outside, that was safer. Pat Robertson was right... Sex is bad.

Ignoring your thoughts is tough in prison. I mean waking up early, eating the terrible food, doing my job, killing time trying not to be bored, going to sleep when I wasn't tired. The whole thing had a tendency to make you so numb and bored. And. Each. Day. Passed. So. Slowly. I mean, I was there for like two weeks and it felt like two years. My new friends could tell I was bummed, but what could they do? I just had to deal with it.

But my subconscious wouldn't let me forget. Once the genie is out of the bottle, I guess it is hard to put it back in. I hadn't dreamed since I'd first been arrested for assault. Night was just a long blank that I woke up from. When I was out of prison, when I was chasing my career, I had the same dream every night. I was the biggest fucking deal in the world. I would sell out stadiums and I would sing my music and people would sing along. I'd hear my shit on the radio and I'd have more money than God. And I loved that dream. I was just the pretty girl who could sing. Not the homicidal tranny. 

But my new dreams were different, darker, and somehow more real and satisfying. I was having sex dreams every night. The dreams were different, but the result was the same. I was getting fucked by girls in the prison with me. I know, shocker right, but there I was and it would be different girls all the time. I'd see their cocks buried in my ass and I'd see their lips wrapped around my balls. And I'd wake up with a massive hard-on. I didn't know what to think about my sudden change in dreams, but it scared me. And excited me.




A Caged Bird Sings Ch. 02



But like I said, my friends noticed I was being kind of weird. I mean, they didn't know me well, but there was a difference in the way I acted the first few days and the way I acted later. I was more nervous and I was less open. I think it must've been McKenzie who finally decided to do something about it. Anyway, she was the one who talked to me about it. It was in the afternoon, after lunch, we were at our normal seats in the common area talking. Most people were watching television or reading in their bunks, but we were talking.

"Alright Odessa," McKenzie finally said after a long pause, "What's up?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, although I had an inkling we'd be talking about serious stuff, since everyone at the table was sort of looking at me. Clara reached out and put her hand on mine, but I sort of rudely pulled it back. Not trying to be an ass, just not sure what to think of this.

"You are like a coiled spring," McKenzie said, "You need to tell us what is wrong. Did Bethany get at you again?" she asked. I shook my head. If only it was something that simple. How do you tell people, people you barely know, that a persona you created for yourself, a sexy chick who doesn't think about sex, was unraveling and you didn't know who the real person was? How do you tell people that you spent so long locked up, pretending to be something your not that you don't know how to be yourself. That your real self is scary.

"What then?" Prisha said. She looked particularly concerned. She was the kind of girl who cries when earth worms bake in the sun, her concern for me was palpable. 

"It's nothing, just getting used to the place," I explained, then I turned to look at the television, hoping they would get the hint and leave me alone. No such luck. Clara reached forward and grabbed my chin, pulled me back so I was looking at the girls again.

"Tell us what is wrong," she said. I looked at them. These three pretty girls who'd befriended me for no apparent reason. Except maybe that I was famous, that I was sexy. They were using me for something. Suddenly, I felt anger rising up inside of me. Deep in my heart I knew I was angry about other things, angry about what had become of my life, but in this moment, it was all directed at THEM. My erstwhile friends.

"Fuck you!" I said loudly, pulling my head away from Clara's grasp, "I don't owe you anything. I don't have to entertain you by explaining to you how miserable I am in prison." Clara looked like she'd been smacked.

"No honey, it isn't like that..." Prisha began.

"Fuck your 'honey' I didn't ask for you to mother me," I hissed and Prisha began to cry, just like I'd intended.

"That's enough!" Clara said, but McKenzie put her hand on her lover's shoulder.

"Let her go," McKenzie said.

"Fuck you too," I said to McKenzie, what was her angle, "You think you are my fucking leader because you sucked my dick? I didn't ask to be a part of your group."

"Why is she saying these things," Prisha cried, "We were just trying to help." No one answered. I just got up and ran to my cell. There, I'd pushed everyone away. I was free to be completely alone and miserable and I got to tell everyone off for their imagined sleights. I didn't want to let anyone in and now I didn't have to. But I felt totally miserable. I lay on my bunk and just sort of spaced out. All my past actions swirled through my head, my many failures. Now I'd even been robbed of the idea I was a good person. I felt like shit.

I wondered what McKenzie would do when she returned to the cell. Yell at me for talking about the blowjob, or just yell at me for being an ass. Hit me. Cry. I had absolutely no idea. I was thinking about it but I fell asleep before I had a chance to find out. 

That night I didn't dream, it was mercilessly black. When I woke up, McKenzie was already gone. I was about to go to breakfast, but when I stood up, a small piece of paper rolled off of my blanket and landed on the floor. I bent over and picked it up. It was folded over and I opened it to find a short note:

Odessa,

We have the distinct feeling that you are going to wake-up today regretting acting like an asshole. Don't get pissed, you know you were acting like an asshole. And we know that you are in a rough place right now, so we aren't going to hold it against you. If you want to accept that you are in prison, and accept what you are, then sneak out of work and meet us in the laundry room. If you want to stay in prison while you're in prison, keep working and don't sit with us anymore.

McKenzie

And that was it. I folded up the letter and set it back on my bed. I was absolutely not ready to make a decision about this. I walked down to the lunch room and didn't think about it. I grabbed some disgusting looking food from the breakfast line and didn't think about it. I found a quiet spot, away from other people, to eat and I didn't think about it. I didn't like ultimatums. I guess you could say, looking at my anatomy, that I liked things to be up in the air. So they could go either way. Now I didn't have that luxury. But I pretended like I did.

Finally, it was time for me to start working before lunch. This was the time that I was supposed to be sneaking off. You might think that that would be impossible in prison; that guards are around all the time and everything else. But in our prison at least, it wasn't like that. There wasn't a lot of serious violence in our prison, but guards were only posted in places where fights were likely. And you generally had freedom to move around when you were supposed to be working. I could've walked off it if I wanted to, and someone would have covered for me til I got back. But at first I didn't go.

I was sweeping up some stuff that was on the floor from breakfast preparation. It was just the kind of mindless work that basically forces you to think. So I got to thinking, why was I upset, what did I want? Why was easier than I expected. I'd lost everything in my life. First my parents, then my dream, and my freedom. Finally, all the sex in this place, all the desire I felt, I'd finally lost my self-discipline. If I decided to be a part of this place, I'd have to accept the sex and my desire for it.

So what did I want? It wasn't like I didn't have options. I was a disciplined person, I had to be. If I wanted to, I could spend the next decade and a half in this place completely inside of myself. I could watch TV, read, work, and get an education. I could speak when spoken to. I could give up on being a famous but not give up on being the sweet, sexless girl that was my persona. Or I could accept who I am, I could be a tranny and I could be attracted to other t-girls. I could have friends. I could fuck. I could give up on pretending to be a "normal" girl even in my private time. So what did I want?

I didn't so much come to a conscious decision as I just acted. I dropped the broom and started heading out the door. I slipped out of the kitchen and moved through the lunchroom. There was a guard in the lunchroom, but I walked with purpose and she didn't seem to take any notice of me. I got out in the hallway, moved through the corridors and moved past guards, and kept my head down.

Finally, I was standing outside the laundry room. It was then I realized what I was doing. I was done running, I was done hiding, I was who I was and I had to accept that. And if there were girls in the room who were willing to accept me as well, I was happy to see them. 

I was standing outside the door, there was no window or anything. And I started to feel nervous. Maybe they weren't in there anymore. Maybe they were and this was just some sort of clever long-game to trick me into coming her and then kicking my ass or raping me or something. I put my ear to the door. I heard some muffled talking but I couldn't make anything out. They were here at least. I couldn't stand in the hallway with my ear pressed to the door long, someone would notice. So I opened the door and slipped in.

Clara and McKenzie were sitting down on top of huge piles of clean laundry, talking to one another. Prisha was leaning against one of the massive laundry machines, looking nervous. They were apparently talking so adamantly when I opened the door that they didn't notice me.

"I don't think she's coming," Clara said, "And maybe its better if she doesn't. That bitch has some shit she needs to figure out on her own."

"Stop saying things like that," Prisha pleaded, "it wasn't easy for me at first either." The only one who noticed me was McKenzie, and she looked at me and smiled slyly.

"No need to wonder anymore ladies, the lovely Odessa has decided to grace us with her presence," she said in a way that didn't come off nearly as snarky as it should have. I walked into the room. I could hear my footfalls pounding of the floor and my blood was beating in my ears. I hadn't been this nervous since Bethany had come at me in the shower.

"I got you letter," I said meekly. My voice sound so small, like a little girl's voice. But I didn't know what else to do.

"So you've decided to come clean with us?" Clara asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. But she had every right to be pissed at me, so I just nodded.

"Take it easy on her," McKenzie said, "She is here to admit she was a dick. Right?" she asked. Here was the chance, humble myself and accept friendship.

"Yeah," I said, "I was a dick yesterday. I guess. I am just having a hard time," I said, "With all this."

"Well," Clara said, "We tried to be your friends. That is what friends are for, you talk to them when you have a problem and they make it easier."

"I've never really had friends before," I admitted, "I don't really know how it works. I was so busy in my old life, making sure that no one found out about my secret that I never let anyone get close. And I never let myself get aroused. And I came to this place and first I saw all these girls and they stirred up all these... sexual feelings I'd never had before. And you were all here and trying to be my friends and..."

"And you thought if you got rid of your friends you could get rid of your uncomfortable sexuality?" Prisha said, cutting right to the core of the problem, stating it in a way I never could have figured out.

"Yes," I said. 

And then I felt sort of weird. I don't know, like a weight had been lifted off of me. If made me a little weak in the knees. I walked over to a chair and sat down. The girls were all sort of on the other side of the room from me.

"Well," Clara said, sounding a little less harsh than before, "We all have horror stories about growing up and I guess you are only 18, going on 19." I mean, its true. I was just like a little girl at the time; Clara was like 15 years older than me.

"So I am really sorry guys," I said. And I really meant it, I felt tears welling in my eyes, "I spent my whole life being suspicious and hiding and hating my true self. And you accepted me and you...aroused me. But I am sorry I was mean. To all of you, and I want to be a better friend, if you'll have me back." I said. And even Clara smiled. I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt better. 

For a long minute there was just an awkward silence. We all just sort of stood around and stared at our shoes. This kind of emotional honesty didn't come naturally to me and I have the feeling it didn't come naturally in prison either. I looked at them sheepishly and sort of giggled. Then McKenzie laughed. Then we were all laughing.

"I have to admit," I said after a second, "I was a little worried when I came here that you were going to kick my ass!" They laughed some more. 

Then, after a few minutes, we were quiet again. I looked around at these girls, McKenzie with her bombshell body, Clara with her luscious ass, and Prisha with her movie star's face and I realized I'd been talking about being aroused by them. And I was. And we were all here alone together. For a moment, I thought about the shower, seeing two t-girls, one inside of the other. I imagined instead that it was McKenzie and Clara. I pictured Prisha, on her back in her bunk, stroking her own cock. I felt my little cock getting hard. I was suddenly aware that the room was filled floor to ceiling with sexual tension, they felt it to.

"So should we do what we talked about," Clara asked McKenzie. McKenzie looked at me and smiled, then she turned to Clara and shrugged. I wondered what they talked about.

"Sure," she said and both she and Clara stood up. Prisha looked a little nervous, be she got up and stood with them. 

The three of them were standing in front of me, just about five feet in front of my chair. For a half second I had that crazy fear that they were going to rape me again, but then I realized that if they tried to take anything from me I'd give it willingly. I needed this. The sexual tension I'd been feeling in this place, this prison, since I got here needed to be released. 

"Honey," McKenzie said, "We've talked about this. We think that part of your discomfort in this situation is that no one laid out the rules. Now you know the rules, we are friends, we support each other. We thought maybe some of the other problem was that you'd never been initiated into our little clique here, maybe you didn't feel like a full member of the group." She said. And I had sudden images of getting beaten into a gang or something like I'd seen on TV shows about prison. But that didn't seem like what was going on here.

"Maybe," I said uneasily.

"Get off the chair and get naked," McKenzie said and I know my face instantly got completely red. I was so embarrassed to even think about being naked in front of these girls, regardless of what had already happened to me since I'd gotten here.

"Come on," Clara said, "We are going to get naked too!" and I smiled. McKenzie shot Clara a look, like maybe she was ruining the whole atmosphere that McKenzie was trying to create. But it did the trick. I stood up front the chair and pushed it back. I slipped my shirt, shoes, socks, and pants off quickly. I was standing in the cold laundry room in nothing but my bra and panties. I felt there eyes on me. I felt a little like I used to feel when I performed, everyone watching me expectantly, it was a good feeling, a warm and comfortable feeling. I liked being wanted, I liked being desired. Even sweet Prisha had a little bit of wolfishness in her eyes.

They didn't make any moves to get naked. I realized that I was going to have to do this first. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the ground in front of me. I felt their eyes on my small breasts, running across my hard nipples. I rubbed my hands across my breasts, feeling the taut skin, the soft breasts, and the tough skin of my nipples. I liked the way their eyes got big when I did it. To perform again!

I didn't wait around though, I kept moving. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my panties and then slowly slid them down. My shaved pink cock poked out from under the fabric. It was hard and it felt hot to the touch as I slowly moved the panties down around my ankles and kicked them off. Now they were staring between my legs. My cock was so hard, the domed top looked shiny, like it was about to burst. They all seemed pretty entranced by it. But now I was naked, they needed to tell me what else to do. For a moment, they didn't, they just looked at me. Then McKenzie seemed to realize she was supposed to do something and she spoke.

"Oh, um..." she said, "yeah, now you need to have a seat on the floor there." I looked at the floor. It was just cold concrete. I knew my little ass was going to get numb on that floor, but I sat down. I decided to give them a little show, so I sat down flat on my butt and spread my legs wide. Their eyes were drawn to my tight little package, the cold making my balls shrivel up tight against my body. I gave them a sexy look, daring them to do whatever they planned on doing. McKenzie looked at Clara and then Prisha and nodded at each. They started to disrobe.

McKenzie was the fastest, maybe because I'd seen her naked before. She pulled her pants and panties off in one smooth movement, revealing that 7.5 inch cock I'd seen before, hard, pressing against her belly as she bent over to pull off her socks. Then she slipped off her shirt and unhooked her bra, letting her big breasts spill out, slapping gently against her chest. She looked like a goddess, standing with her hands on her hips and her shaved cock standing out proudly.

Clara started to disrobe around the same time, just a few seconds after McKenzie. She took off her shirt, then her bra, revealing her small breast, with large chocolate colored nipples. She rubbed her breasts gently, like she as trying to warm them from the cold. Then she bent over and took off her pants. Her legs looked sleek and sexy. She looked over at McKenzie, saw that she was completely naked, and then quickly started to remove her panties as well. Unlike McKenzie and I, she wasn't completely clean shaven. She had a small tuft of black pubic hair over her 6 inch long, uncut cock. Her dick was hard as well, her balls were very large and round and her hand was resting gently on her shaft.

Even as the other two girls were naked, along with me, Prisha was still fully clothed. She was staring at us all hungrily, but she had her arms wrapped around her chest and she looked incredibly uncomfortable. McKenzie was looking at her expectantly, but she didn't move. I noticed that Prisha looked at me more than anyone else, her eyes wandering over my cock and balls, glancing over my tits. I decided to give her a little show, entice her into getting naked.

I did something I'd never done before. I don't know where the impulse came from, but I didn't hesitate. I just acted. I took one of my fingers and placed it up to my mouth. I gave Prisha a little sexy eye contact between my long bangs, and slipped the finger into my mouth. I covered the finger in spit, making sure that it was sopping wet, then I pulled it out. I moved my finger down my body, rolling it over my nipple and across my flat belly. I rolled it up my cock (sending a shiver through my body) and then down over my balls. Finally, my still wet finger pushed against my asshole.

I leaned back a little bit, so that my asshole was easier to see. I saw Prisha's eyes follow my finger, I felt her looking at my little pink rosebud of an asshole. I didn't really know what I was doing, I just knew that it looked sexy. So I pushed a little. My wet finger slid, easily at first, into my asshole. First just the tip of my finger was inside, there was a little bit of discomfort, some pressure, but it felt good also, naughty. I kept pushing, throwing my hair back and thrusting out my chest in ecstasy. My finger kept pushing deeper into my pillowy insides, my hand brushing hard against my shaft. It felt so bad and so good. And the whole time, Prisha and the other girls were just watching me. 

Then McKenzie put her hand on her long, hard cock and started to stroke herself slowly. I pushed my finger the rest of the way inside of me, gasping in pain and pleasure as I watched. Her hand gripped her cock tightly, moving up and down her long shaft, bumping her balls and squeezing right up to her bulbous tip. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Clara followed her lead, stroking her cock forcefully, her balls slapping against her leg. She bit her upper lip, looking sexy as she worked.

Finally, Prisha seemed to sense that this was going to happen regardless of what she did. So, she quickly slipped off her shirt and then her pants. She looked absolutely stunning in her underwear. Her breasts looked pert and her stomach looked flat (muscled but not obviously muscled, you know?) her legs looks smooth and her skin was coppery and delicious. She looked nervous still, but I could make out her erection straining against her panties. She wanted it as bad as the rest of us. I thrust my finger hard into my asshole, feeling the pleasure and the pressure, moving my fingers around inside of my bottom. I knew she was watching. 




A Caged Bird Sings Ch. 02



Finally, Prisha unhooked her bra and her big, 36-C breasts sprung free. Her breasts were perfect teardrop shapes, her areolas a dark red color and her nipples short and perfect for nibbling. I was in love with her breasts and I thrust my finger harder, grinding my cock into my hand. Then Prisha quickly pulled off her panties and threw them into her pile of clothing on the ground. Her cock was just as bare as mine and McKenzie's but infinitely more attractive. Her skin was a dusky red, but smooth as silk. Her bulbous tip was dark, smooth and lovely. Even the skin around her egg-sized balls was smooth and even. Her cock was small, smaller than mine, probably around 4.5 inches and hard as a diamond. As she stood awkwardly in her nudity, she looked so attractive I wanted to run up and kiss her. But instead I thrust my fingers in and out of my asshole again, harder than before.

"Okay ladies," McKenzie said, rubbing her cock and one of her breasts salaciously, "We talked about this. You know what to do." And with that the girls walked forward so that they were sort of standing all around me. McKenzie stood over one of my legs, Clara over the other, and Prisha was standing behind me. I could feel the heat from their bodies. Their hard cocks were only a few precious inches from my head. 

Then they started to stroke their cocks. They'd been holding them and playing a little already, but now they were stroking in earnest. I looked at McKenzie first. She moaned quietly, rubbing her nipple while her other hand pounded hard on her cock. I liked the way her pinky finger smooshed into her scrotum as she wanked. It was so sexy. Clara's technique was different, stroking faster and harder, but only up just below the tip, stroking hard. Her eyes were closed and she was grunting. I could hear Prisha behind me, moaning softly and I could hear the tell-tale smack of her hand slapping against her own balls. Their cocks were all dripping with pre-cum and I looked down at mine and saw that it was glistening wet as well.

McKenzie was first. She sort of gestured for Clara to move over and she did so. Then McKenzie stood so that she was between my legs. Her bare feet were touching my fingering hand, rubbing against my scrotum. McKenzie was still stroking vigorously as she took my chin in her hand and lifted it up so she was looking at me. She smiled and she looked gorgeous. I opened my mouth, I knew what she wanted. She inched forward, so that the tip of her cock rested against my lips. Her cock was so hot and it was sticky, and wet. I wanted her to cum so badly. And then she did. She made a little moaning sound in the back of her throat and saw her entire body go stiff. Then I saw her cock begin to bulge and shake. The first thick drops of cum shot through my mouth and landed directly on my tongue. It was warm and hot and I savored the flavor, rolling it under my tongue and feeling its stickiness.

"Don't swallow that, baby," McKenzie moaned as more cum shot out of her cock and pooled in my mouth. I didn't swallow, I just let it fill me up. Squirt of squirt of McKenzie's hot juice filled my mouth, mixing with my spit, and filling me up.

"Oh god, move!" Clara moaned, McKenzie splashed the last little bit of her sperm on my cheek and then moved aside. Now Clara was standing in front of me, still stroking hard, fast and close to the tip. She was biting her lip and chanting "Come on baby" over and over again. Then, she let out a monstrous scream, so loud I was afraid that it would bring in the guards. But before I could think anything else, she thrust her hips forward, placing the tip of her cock against my teeth. She came hard, a huge wad of sperm splashed against my teeth, most spilling into my mouth, but some rolling down my lips and onto my chin. All her cum came in two big spurts, my mouth was almost half full with sperm, and I swished the cum in my mouth, mixing Clara's cum with McKenzie's.

Clara and McKenzie moved off to the side. Then Prisha moved from behind me, and stood between my legs. I looked up at her, my face wet with sperm, my cheeks holding the precious liquid, and she looked down at me with raw animal lust. She wasn't the sweet Prisha I knew, she was engorged and she needed relief. I opened my mouth and she stepped forward and shoved her little dick into my mouth. Her cock was soft and hot in my mouth, the first cock that had ever been there. I bathed her cock in Clara and McKenzie's sperm and my own spit. She fucked my mouth hard, pushed her soft, hot balls against my chin, placing her hand on top of my head. Finally, she let out a little, sexy squeal and I felt her body tense, then release, as her cum poured into my mouth with the rest, adding heat and a less salty flavor, she tasted the best.

My cheeks were now bulging, some cum dribbling down my chin. My finger was still buried in my ass and my cock felt like it was about to explode. I needed some sort of relief. What happened instead, I didn't expect. McKenzie snapped her fingers at Clara as Prisha bashfully pulled her cock out of my mouth and sat down to catch her breath. McKenzie moved forward and grabbed one of my ankles, at the same time, Clara grabbed the other. Before I even had a chance to figure out what was going on, I was getting rolled backwards. My finger popped out of my ass. Now my ass was straight up in the air, I was lying on my shoulders, and my feet were over my head on the floor. Most importantly, my cock was staring me straight in the face.

"Come on Odessa," McKenzie said, "open your mouth," she said to me. I did what I was told, exposing a big pool of cum that glistened on my teeth and over my tongue. I looked up and saw Prisha standing over top of me, her face obscured by my cock. I felt one of her hands gently rest of my asshole, stroking it lovingly, but not moving inside. She smiled at me, but she looked embarrassed, it was so hot. Then she reached between my legs and sort of overhand grasped my cock. Then she started stroking it. Her fingers were soft, her grip was relatively gentle, but firm. I moaned, the cum gurgling in my mouth. It didn't take long. All of the sudden my entire body started to shake, there was so much sensation in my cock that it sort of went numb and I felt a sort of ripple of pleasure rip through my body. Then I felt the cum pour out of my cock, some splashing against my face, on my nose, most landing in my mouth. When the last few drops of sperm came out of my cock, my friends let go of my feet. I sat up, the cum still stretching my mouth, now with mine mixed in as well. My cheeks bulged with all of our sperm.

As I was sitting, McKenzie squatted down next to me. I couldn't help but notice her now flaccid cock was resting gently on my thigh. Her eyes were glittering and she looked beautiful. She closed her eyes, and leaned in. I didn't need to be told what to do. I leaned in as well. Our lips met, her's were so soft and so warm, mine quivering and covered in sperm. I felt her tongue glide along the outside of my lips, then poke into my mouth, against my teeth. I knew what she wanted. I opened my mouth and used my tongue to shovel the cum into McKenzie's mouth. I felt her tongue against mine. The thick, hot liquid I held in my mouth now sloshed back and forth between us, mixing with our spit. Some poured out of our mouths and rolled down our cheeks, but in the end we held onto most of it. Finally, I pushed all of the cum and spit into McKenzie's mouth and broke our kiss.

Now McKenzie was the one with the swollen cheeks. She looked pretty cute, I have to admit. There was sperm and spit hanging from her chin and even a little dangling from her left tit. But her face was as beautiful as ever. She walked over to Clara and put one hand on either of her cheeks and kissed her deeply. They held each other close, their lips locked together and their breasts pressed. Their flaccid cocks were rubbing and they looked beautiful, absolutely perfect for one another. 

When they finally broke their kiss, all of the cum was in Clara's mouth. Both McKenzie and Clara walked over to Prisha. "Prisha, remember what we talked about," McKenzie said. Prisha looked very nervous, but she nodded. Her cock was hard again, it was clear she was highly aroused.

I expected Prisha to kiss Clara, to take the roiling mixture of sperm and cum into her mouth. But she didn't. Instead, Prisha got down on her hands and knees, facing away from me. She put her head and chest down on the floor so her ass was up in the air. I saw Prisha's beautiful, light brown rosebud of an asshole staring me in the face. At the same time, I saw her cock dangling between her legs. She looked gorgeous.

Then McKenzie got in between me and Prisha. I saw McKenzie's head move forward, planting between Prisha's ass cheeks. I saw her head bobbing up and down, as she was licking Prisha's asshole. Prisha moaned and I saw her push back into McKenzie's face. I watched, sort of confused while this continued. Clara stood off to the side, her cheeks bulging, while she watched as well. Finally, McKenzie moved out of the way, Prisha's asshole glistened with spit. Just as McKenzie moved, Clara slid into the same spot, putting her head in Prisha's now-lubed asshole. Prisha moaned even louder than before, bucking her hips.

Then Clara moved out of the way and went and stood with McKenzie. She smiled broadly, and then opened her mouth to show McKenzie that there was nothing left in her mouth. I looked back at Prisha. A small dribble of cum was leaking from her asshole. I realized what had been going on. Prisha stood up uneasily and walked over towards me. I knew that her ass was full of cum and spit. But I didn't know what she wanted.

"Lay back," Prisha said in her gentle voice. I didn't hesitate, I just did what I was told, lying on my back. Prisha padded over to me and that stood so she was straddling my body. I looked up, saw her legs and ass above my head. Then she squatted down over top of me, the pressure from doing this squeeze a little bit of the cum out of her ass and it landed on my forehead. Now, she was completely down. I was staring into her little brown asshole, it was just a few inches from my lip.

"Open your mouth," I heard McKenzie say and I did what I was told. I heard it before I felt it or tasted it, like a hissing noise. Then I saw the pearly, white liquid of spit and cum push out of Prisha's asshole. I closed my eyes. The thick, salty liquid poured into my mouth, with more flavors than before. The added spit meant there was way more than before, it filled my mouth almost to the point of overflowing. Finally, the last few drops fell from Prisha's asshole into my waiting mouth.

When she was done, she swung around quickly. She saw the cum that had squirted on my forehead, she bent over and licked it up quickly, her tongue hot and wet on my skin. Then she looked into my eyes. She was so incredibly beautiful, I was so happy that I had some of her in my mouth. She bent forward and kissed me, dipping her tongue inside of me. She spit the last bit of cum she'd collected into my mouth and broke our kiss. She stood up. And I sat up, my cheeks again bulging with liquid. The other girls were looking at me, and they were beautiful. I felt euphoric.

"Now swallow!" McKenzie ordered. I was hoping she would say that. In one big gulp I let the thick liquid pour down my throat. It was so thick it coated my esophagus the whole way down. It landed, warm and solid in my belly. I had all of my friends as a part of me now. I opened my mouth, to show it was all gone and my friends came over, cheering. They pulled me up and hugged me close, all of us together as one mass, our breast and cocks rubbing together. I'd never felt so a part of something. 

I was so happy, I didn't hear the door open, but I heard someone speak, "Hey, McKenzie, you better get that chick back to work, the guards aren't going to let her be gone forever." I turned and saw another inmate, a girl who was supposed to mop the hallways, peeking through the door and tipping us off.

"Thanks Claire," McKenzie said. And then we all ran and grabbed our clothes. I was back at work before lunch. But when the meal was served, I was strangely not hungry, I was already full.

Chapter 3 is on its way!

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A Caged Bird Sings Ch. 03



In Chapter 1, Odessa (a petite Asian tranny) went to prison and met other t-girl prisoners and a sadistic guard. In Chapter 2, Odessa saw t-girl sex and then got initiated into a gang. Read those stories if you need more than that. 

Chapter 3: Paying Debts

It was only about a week after my "initiation" into my clique that I got a rather rude reminder of how rough and dangerous a prison could be. I'd spent the rest of the week after that initiation in sort of a euphoric state. I was no longer holding back from my friends and I was actually happier. Happier than I'd been in a very long time. Which, you know, people don't generally say when they are in prison. 

So one day I was walking to lunch after I finished working. I was already thinking about after lunch when my friends and I were going to meet up and watch television. Apparently, some police procedural show had made a "ripped from the headlines" episode about my trial. I guess they changed enough stuff about it that they didn't have to worry about giving me any money or anything. Before, this would have filled me with dread. But with McKenzie, Clara, and Prisha I didn't have all those old fears. I was going to watch with them and we'd make fun of the bad acting and everything. It went from being terrifying to something I looked forward to.

I was thinking about all of this stuff as I went to get in line for food at lunch. I grabbed my try and walked forward into the line. I guess I wasn't really paying attention to what I was doing, because I accidentally bumped into the girl standing in front of me. Honestly, I didn't even realize I did it at first, but I heard a high pitched squeal. The girl in front of me turned around.

She was a pretty girl, tall around 5'8 and very thin. She had long blonde hair, a very thin, long nose, and green eyes. Her skin was very pale and freckled. Her body was slim, her breasts small, and her hips sort of narrow. And she had the most enraged look on her face. I looked at her white tank-top and saw that it was covered in some sort of gross looking green food.

"What the fuck are you trying to do bitch?" she asked. It was only then that I realized that I'd caused the green slime on her shirt.

"Oh...Uh," I stumbled, trying to get myself out of my head. I looked at the girls clearly ruined shirt, "sorry," I said.

"Sorry, you fucking ruined this!" she said. I didn't see what the big deal was, they'd just get her a new shirt. But then she reached down between her pert breasts and grabbed a hold of something. It was a necklace, I hadn't noticed it because it was so covered in green slime. It was big, kind of like a square of fabric. I realized it was a something a kid had made from yarn. And it was definitely ruined. "I am really sorry," I said more seriously now, I felt terrible.

"My niece made this for me," the girl said, now her friends were gathering around. They looked angry as well. I suddenly felt terrified; maybe they were going to kick my ass. They sort of encircled me. I looked around for my friends, but I didn't see anyone. They were quiet, and none of the guards seemed to notice them.

"Is there anything I can do," I said, dropping my tray. I was almost shaking.

"Yeah," the girl said, "You're going to pay me back for this! I think you owe me some money don't you?" The other girls looked at me expectantly.

"I don't have anything on me," I said after a long pause, "But I will get something." I was so terrified about getting my ass kicked I would have promised anything.

"Yeah you will," the girl said, "meet me in my cell this evening, bring 25 bucks." She told me her cell number and said that her name was Penny. Then she sloughed some of the slime off of her shirt and threw it on my shoes. Then she turned and walked away.

I didn't even bother to get food. I picked up my tray, put it back on the pile, and ran over to the table where my friends sat. I was the first one there. I was fidgeting nervously. I had to ask my new friends for money. I didn't want to get my ass kicked. I know what you're thinking, "Hey Odessa, didn't you say you had a hit song or something? Pay up cheapskate." Well yeah, I did. But you know how they you can't take it with you when you die? Prison is kind of like temporarily dying. I had a small (much less than you'd think) stash of money in a bank collecting a painfully small amount of interest. I couldn't access it from prison. And my family was dead. I didn't have anyone to send me money. I got paid a pittance to work at the prison, like pennies an hour. I was broke.

Finally, all my friends came and sat down. I greeted them as they arrived, but I decided to wait until they were all their before I started to beg for money. They all looked gorgeous, as usual, and they were in good moods. I knew they saw me being fidgety and stuff, I hoped they didn't think I was slipping back into my old ways. Finally, Prisha showed up and then all three of them were there. They were talking about my upcoming television triumph, giggling and having fun. But I interrupted.

"Hey I need to ask you guys something," I said and then I launched into what had happened in the lunch line. I explained the ruined necklace and my promise to pay that day and my lack of money. They listened to me intently.

"You said this was Penny?" McKenzie asked and I nodded, "So what? She isn't like a giant hard-ass, I mean just pay her and she'll let it go." She said.

"I don't have any money," I explained again, "I can't pay her. And if I don't she is going to bash my ass regardless of whether or not she's real tough, she has like six girls around her all the time." I said. I was almost hyperventilating now. I hadn't realized I was so afraid to fight until that minute. McKenzie was sort of giggling at me though, somehow that made me feel a little bit better. She must have a plan or something. But Clara spoke up next.

"You can't pay or won't pay?" She asked. I thought she was coming to the same conclusion that you were, about my song-writing money.

"I can't, I wish I could," I explained, "I was hoping maybe I could borrow some money from you guys, its only like $6.67 from each of you and I will pay you back as soon as I can." I said and McKenzie was laughing harder, Clara was shaking her head. But Prisha looked concerned; she put her hand on mine.

"We don't have that to give right now," she said. I was totally sunk. I was going to get pounded and McKenzie was just laughing at me. I pulled away from Prisha.

"What is so damn funny, I thought you'd help me!" I said, feeling a little betrayed. McKenzie put her hands up defensively, like she was imploring me to settle down. I took at deep breath while McKenzie stopped laughing, then she spoke to me.

"Honey," she said, "What was I doing when you first met me?" she asked. I thought back to that first day, when I'd walked into my room and saw someone giving McKenzie a blowjob. I wondered what she was getting at for a moment and then I remembered. And started shaking my head.

"No," I said vehemently, "I can't do that!" It would make me a prostitute to have sex with someone for money. 

I mean Penny was a cute chick, I'd thought she was attractive the minute she turned around, but it wasn't the same if I didn't choose to sleep with the person. I pictured myself, on my knees, Penny's cock in my mouth and I winced. I couldn't do that.

"Honey, that is the way things work here," Clara said, she sounded a little annoyed but understanding. Like she was talking to a stupid little girl.

"That's not how I work," I explained, "I can't have sex for money. That makes me a prostitute," I said. McKenzie shook her head.

"I worked in porn, so I had sex for money. Am I a prostitute? I've paid debts here by giving blowjobs. Do you look down on me?" McKenzie said forcefully. I had to admit, it was a compelling argument. I sort of looked up to McKenzie. She was so impressive and she was so strong. And this was something she did. 

"Think of it like this," Prisha said soothingly, "This is situational morality. It might be wrong to accept money or gain for sex in the regular world. But we are in prison and there are different rules. It might make sense here where it doesn't elsewhere," she explained.

"Have you ever done it?" I asked, Prisha blushed and nodded her head. Clara was nodding as well. I guess that just was the way things were. That didn't make it any easier to deal with. Now I just felt trapped.

"What if I don't?" I asked.

"You're going to get your ass kicked," McKenzie explained, and then she started to eat. They were almost immediately onto other topics of conversation. It was like my dilemma was such a mundane detail of everyday life that they couldn't be bothered to worry about it. Before I knew it lunch was up. We were all filing into the common area. All I could think about was Penny. What would she want from me?

"Hurry up and get that shit done so we can get a good spot to watch your show," Clara said matter-of-factly. I just sort of nodded. McKenzie and Clara walked off to the television. I was sort of stumbling by myself, my stomach full of butterflies. I was about to start crying from the tension when I felt Prisha's hand take mine. I looked at her, her deep brown eyes were pools of concern.

"It's okay Odessa," she said earnestly, "Sometimes McKenzie and Clara forget what it is like, or didn't know in the first place, what it was like to be outside of places like this. I understand." She took my hand and kissed me gently on the knuckle.

"I don't think I can do this," I explained, but she shook her head.

"You will be fine, Penny isn't going to hurt you and..." she said, dropping her eyes and blushing, "and maybe you will kind of like it." She explained. And I realized that she was talking about herself! She liked being forced to have sex with people!

"I don't know," I said, feeling more confused than ever. Prisha released my hand.

"You do, now go so we can watch your show," she said, repeating almost exactly what Clara said. Then she walked off. I stood for a minute, looking around, but I knew that I didn't have a choice in this. I'd promised to pay someone back, and as immoral as it was to have sex for money, it was more immoral to renege on a promise. So I started walking.

Penny's cell was on the third floor, so I slowly made my way up the stairs. I can't say so much that I was scared as nervous. I knew I didn't have a choice in the matter; I was going to be exchanging my body for money. I just didn't really know what that entailed. Finally, I made my way up to the correct floor and found the cell. I looked inside and saw Penny was there, sitting on her bed. Another girl was in there as well, sitting on the toilet. I assumed that it was her roommate. Penny looked me over when I came in; she looked like she knew I didn't have the cash, like she wanted something else anyway.

"Odessa right?" Penny said. The girl on the toilet looked at me, I nodded.

"Is this her?" the girl asked.

"Yeah," Penny said, then to me, "do you have the money or what?"

"No, I couldn't get enough," I explained in a very soft voice. Penny smiled, and I think she was happy I was unprepared to pay her. 

"Hey give us some space," Penny said to her roommate. The girl got up off the toilet, pulled up her pants, and walked out of the cell. She shrugged her shoulders at me as she went to the door, kind of like a no big deal thing. I didn't do anything back. Then I was alone with Penny. She was still lounging on her bed. She looked less threatening now somehow, without all her friends. Her smile even looked less sinister.

"Hey I am sorry I was a little rude this morning," she said finally, "I know you didn't mean to ruin my necklace," she said. 

"I really didn't mean to," I said earnestly, I wanted her to know I wasn't bearing any ill will. She nodded understandingly.

"It is okay," she said sweetly, "As long as we square it up," she said suddenly, with a little bit more intensity. I looked at her eyes; she was just as dangerous as ever, she'd just been getting me to admit, again, that I owed her something.

"Yeah..." I said warily.

"So, how do you want to take care of this?" she asked innocently. She was looking me over, I knew what she wanted. But I opened my mouth to speak and nothing came out. I couldn't bring myself to suggest prostitution. I thought about my parents, what they would think, I was so ashamed I was blushing without saying anything. I guess Penny knew what that meant.

"Do you want to work out an alternate arrangement?" she asked. I looked up at her; she had her arms crossed in front of her small breasts. She looked pretty. I just nodded lightly. "Well what do you have that I could have instead?" she asked. I realized, even without her friends, this was going to be painful. She didn't just want me to suck her dick, she wanted it to hurt as well. I didn't have any choice, I was going to have to ask her, maybe beg her, to use me.

"I don't have anything of value," I said hesitantly, "But I could...provide a service for you..." I said and I felt icky.

"What kind of service? I don't need any help making my bed, I don't have a dog you can walk, what services could a little girl like you ever provide for me?" she asked. She was going to keep making this painful, the only way to get out of this was to stop beating around the bush, say what I needed from her.

 "I could suck your dick," I said finally, the words all came out in one giant rush. She just stared at me for a long time, letting it sink in. She was showing her dominance over me, and I just had to sit there and squirm. So I did. Finally, she'd spoke.

"Suck my little ol' cock eh?" she said as though the idea had never occurred to her, "well that would be illegal. That's why we're in here isn't it? For doing something illegal? Well it is an interesting idea. A very interesting idea." Then she stood from the bed. 

She quickly pulled her shirt up over her head and threw it down on the floor. Her skin was very milky, but she had a lot of freckles on her thin belly. She slipped off her pants as well, showing off her thin, taut legs. She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and freed her small, perky breast. Her nipples were small, but I noticed they were hard. Finally, she slipped her panties down around her ankles and kicked them off. Her cock was actually, kind of cute. It was about 5.5 inches long and had a small tuft of strawberry blonde hair above it. The shaft actually had a few freckles on it and the tip was pink. It was a girly cock. 

Then Penny sat back down on her bed, spreading her legs and letting her cock stand up straight and proud. I looked at it for a minute, waiting for her to say or do something I guess. I looked behind me, I saw people milling around and everything. I knew this kind of stuff happened all the time, I just couldn't believe it would now include me. Penny gave me an annoyed look. So I started to move forward. I got right in front of her, standing just a foot in front of her cock, sort of between her legs. I could feel the heat coming off her body as I knelt down. Her cock was just a few inches from my face. I thought about what it would feel like for it to be in my mouth. My heart was beating, I took a deep breath, and started to reach forward.

"Well," Penny said suddenly, and loudly, I stopped what I was doing and looked up. She was looking down at me between her breasts, "You know I just got a blowjob this morning from a girl I know. I don't think I want one." For a second, I didn't know what she was saying.  Then I realized that she said she didn't want a blowjob.

"Oh, okay," I said nervously and then started to get up off my knees. She reached forward, putting her hand on my head and gently pushing me back down. She was shaking her head.

"Oh no honey," she said wickedly, "I didn't say you are square. I said I didn't want a blowjob. You aren't done here." She said. 

"What do you want then?" I asked nervously. I couldn't even conceive of what she was getting at. At first she didn't say anything, she just spread her legs a little wider and reached down between her legs and grabbed her package. She took her balls in her hand and lifted them up. The she scooted forward a little and leaned back. Then, her tiny pink asshole was staring me in the face. I felt the wind rush out of me. I just sat for a second.

"Don't be shy honey," Penny said sweetly, "Just eat my asshole." It felt like she'd stabbed me in the stomach. I groaned and this just made her laugh. I'd never done anything like this before and I didn't really want to do it now. But there wasn't any way out.

I looked at her asshole. Like I said, it was a little pink thing. Just a crinkled spot between two smooth mounds of flesh. I was only about a foot away, but it didn't look dirty or smell bad or anything. I wasn't excited about it, but at least it wasn't as disgusting as it could be. I looked up at Penny, she had and impatient looked on her face and I knew I needed to get down to business. 

I leaned forward slightly. My hair draped over her thighs and I saw her shiver. I kept moving forward until my nose was buried in her scrotum. I felt her hands on my head, running through my hair. I breathed in, she smelled earthy and soapy at the same time. She sort of giggled.

"You don't need to sniff my ass, just lick it," she said and I felt like some kind of disgusting pervert. To make matters worse, I realized that as I was breathing in, my cock was getting hard! I was aroused by this degradation. What the hell did that mean? Anyway, I stuck my tongue out tentatively. I didn't really know what I was doing. My tongue was sort of shaking as I did this. Finally, the tip of my tongue came into contact with her asshole.

"Oh fuck!" Penny moaned. I tried to look up, around her scrotum and breasts, to her face. I saw she was kneading one of her breasts with her fingers and her eyes were closed. I closed mine as well. There was nothing to do but get it over with. I leaned forward more, pressing my tongue firmly against her naughtiest spot. It felt soft, but ridged on my tongue. The taste was early, with a hint of iron-like flavor. I was surprised that I didn't recoil at the taste, it wasn't really bad. And Penny apparently loved it; she moaned loudly and thrust her ass into my face.

I started to sort of lap at her asshole, dragging my tongue from her ass crack all the way up to her scrotum and then back again, feeling the ridges of her asshole pass over my tongue. I kept my tongue flat, limp and wet, letting it soak her asshole. I tried not to think about what I was doing, I just kept rimming Penny. The whole time, my cock kept getting harder. I felt it pressing against my shorts, the tip becoming more bulbous and engorged.

One of Penny's hands was on my head again, pressing me harder into her asshole. My nose buried in her scrotum now and I could barely breath. At the same time I could feel the "thump-thump" of her other hand bopping my on the forehead. I realized she was jacking off. Her hand was slamming up and down on her balls as she stroke her cock. I had no idea why, but the idea totally turned me on. I have to admit, I wasn't hating eating Penny's asshole.

"Oh fuck my ass with your tongue you whore!" Penny moaned out in ecstasy. I breathed as best I could and then I made my tongue rigid. Penny's asshole was already sopping wet from my tongue. I started to work my hard tongue into her asshole. I opened my mouth wide, pushing my tongue in as softly but firmly as I could. I felt my tongue push through her anus, tasting the iron flavor of her body even more starkly than before. She let out a screech and her hand tightened on the back of my head. At the same time, she started to pump her cock even faster and harder. I nestled my nose deeper into her balls, smelling her delicate scent and driving my tongue harder and hotter into her asshole.




A Caged Bird Sings Ch. 03



"Lick my dirty asshole you fucking cunt!" Penny moaned and I could tell she was getting close. I licked at the insides of her asshole, feeling the pillowly texture of her skin on my tongue. Tasting her. Wanting more. I was completely past shame or anything else, I just needed this. I wanted more than anything to stroke my own cock, to cum in a big pool on the floor and then lick it up. But I didn't get the chance.

"Holy fuck!" Penny cried out suddenly and her hips bucked against me. I felt her cock stirring on my forehead. Then, in a moment, I felt it. Hot gobs of Penny's sperm poured out of her cock and landed on the back of my head, on my neck, and on my back. It was warm and wet and felt delicious. I moved back, pulling my tongue out of Penny's asshole and enjoying the feeling of the cum in my hair and on my skin. Penny was panting, but I must've looked content.

"What are you smiling about?" Penny asked, "You're covered in ass and cum and you didn't even get me off. I had to do it myself." She said. I felt nervous. When I'd seen McKenzie getting a blowjob, she'd thanked the girl and sent her on her way as soon as it was done.

"I did exactly what you asked, we are even," I explained. I didn't want Penny's cum on me anymore, I didn't want to taste it. At least, not really. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Whatever," she said uncertainly. I moved back a little more, I saw her cock was rapidly getting limp. I figured she was about to let me go. I could go clean myself off and forget this ever happened. She just looked at me as I started to move away.

"Oh," she panted, taking her cock in her hand gently, "Don't let anyone ever say I am not lady. I would never let someone who provided me with such a lovely... service, to leave my room looking dirty. Let me clean you off." I wasn't evens sure what she was talking about, but she didn't give me a lot of time to think. Instead, she let out a satisfied little grunt and soon a stream of hot, yellow piss was arcing out of her cock. 

I was too stunned to move, I just watched as the piss shot out of her dick, flew out in a wide arch, and then felt it. Felt as it splashed onto my tits. I was completely frozen. He piss was hot and soaked into my white shirt. I guess she was trying to hit me somewhere else, because she arched her back. The stream of piss moved up my neck and splashed against my chin and then, into my mouth. I shut my lips tight but some of the salty liquid was already in my mouth. I couldn't stand the taste, it was revolting. But I couldn't spit it out, her stream of piss was still hitting my face, so I swallowed it down. She kept pissing higher, and I closed my eyes and felt her urine whizzing hot into my eyes and then into my hair, finally pushing the cum out of my hair.

Finally, I felt her stream weaken, and the hot jet of piss once again worked down my face and my chest, splashed across my pants and then stopped. I opened my eyes and saw piss streaming down my face. It was starting to cool on my body. I could smell it and feel on my lips. I was shivering, even though I wasn't cold. I looked up at Penny, and she had that vicious smirk on her face.

"There!" she said, "now we are even." And then she started to laugh. I felt so ridiculous, covered in cum and piss, my face smelling like Penny's asshole. I stood up quickly and ran out of the cell, dripping piss and cum onto the floor. I could hear Penny laughing even as I bounded down the stairs.

I could feel eyes on me while I was walking. It was normal to see people have sex and paying debts, it wasn't normal to see a girl stinking and dripping with piss. I was crying by the time I got to the bottom floor. My eyes were blurry from crying, but I knew where my friends were. I needed their help. I knew that Penny had crossed a line but I had no idea what I was supposed to do. Finally, I stumbled over to the spot by the television where my friends always sat. They were there.

"Holy shit, Odessa what happened?" McKenzie said, being the first to notice me, probably by smell. The other girls turned and looked at me. I dropped down onto the floor next to the table, sitting down and closing my eyes. They all got up and rushed around me. 

"Fuck, what the hell did that bitch do? Did she piss on you?" Clara said. I nodded meekly. They all sort of looked at each other.

"Shit, the girl only owed like 20 bucks in damages," McKenzie said, "This was way more than that!"

"Yeah where the fuck does Penny get off doing something like that?" Clara asked.

"She saw fresh meat and didn't think anyone would notice," McKenzie explained. Then she knelt down next to me and brushed my cheek, "hey Odessa, I didn't know she was going to do something like that. She was real bitch, and I will talk to her about it." She said. I nodded, something in the way McKenzie said 'talk' made me think it would be worse than that. Good. But I still felt terrible now. That's when Prisha knelt down next to me and put her hand on my forehead.

"Come on Odessa," she said lovingly, "I will help you clean up." She reached down and took my arm and helped me off my butt and into a standing position. I could feel eyes on me, people knew I was vulnerable. Suddenly, I knew that it was more dangerous to look hurt than be hurt. So I stood up straight and stifled my crying. I held onto to Prisha's hand while we walked. She didn't say anything, just held my hand closely. She guided me towards her cell. Soon, we were inside and it felt like I had a little bit of privacy. I flopped down on the toilet and put my head in my hands.

"Stand up for a second Odessa," Prisha said in a soft, sweet, almost mothering voice. I did what she asked. I stood up in front of the toilet. She came and stood in front of me, "Okay honey, I am going to take your clothes off. I know you have had a rough day, but I wanted to ask first. I am going to help clean you off," she said.

"Okay," I responded meekly. I indicated I should put my arms in the air and I did. She grabbed onto the bottom of my tank top and pulled it over my head. I felt the cold, wet piss against my face as it slid off. She tossed it onto the floor. It was very yellow and I felt my stomach turn. But Prisha wasn't finished. She got down on her knees in front of me and untied my pants. Then she carefully slid them down my legs. When they were around my ankles she lifted one foot and then the other, and pulled the pants away. They were wet as well and she threw them on top of my tank top. 

"Your bra and panties are wet too," she explained, "I am going to take them off as well." I just nodded. She was still on her knees and so she reached up and grabbed my panties and pulled them down. I was mortified to see my cock was still hard, standing out proud into Prisha's face. I was still horny from the degradation, I couldn't believe it. I felt like crying again. But Prisha pretended she didn't notice, simply slipped off my wet panties and threw them aside. I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra. I slid it off and handed it to Prisha. She threw it with the rest of my clothes. We were both standing now, my cock just a few inches from Prisha's body.

"You are beautiful," Prisha said, "Nothing bad should ever happen to you." We both blushed when she said this. It was such a sweet thing to say, I didn't know how to respond. It was so lovely, after Penny seemingly took away my dignity, that Prisha could help put it back so easily.

"Thank you," I managed to squeak.

"Go ahead and sit back down," she said sweetly, and I did as I was told. I sat on the toilet a little cold and clammy. My cock was sticking up hard between my legs. My hair was still wet with cum and piss and I could smell myself. Prisha walked over to her bed and grabbed a large washcloth

The toilets in our prison were these sort of weird toilet/sink contraptions. I know, totally gross.  But I didn't have a choice. As Prisha walked over and stood next to me, she turned on the water in the sink. She had a cup to fill with water. While she was waiting for the water to warm she asked me, "What exactly happened." And so I was off. I told her about everything that happened. First I told her about Penny, the asshole licking, and the pissing. But then I couldn't stop. I told her everything about the guard on the first day too, all of the gory details. I told it slowly, methodically, trying to get it all out of me.

At the same time, Prisha was listening intently, nodding and making the appropriate noises. But she was cleaning too. She dipped the wash cloth into the warm water, put some liquid soap on it, and began to scrub my body. She started down at my feet, gently squeezing them in the soapy water. She sort of draped the wash cloth over her hand like a big, wet, rough glove. She scrubbed into my legs as I cried and confessed. Her hands moved up my thighs, getting them wet and soapy. Occasionally she'd go back to the sink to wring out the cloth and get more soap. She washed body of my arms next, lifting them up and cradling them gently.

I didn't even skip a beat as she put her hands on my breasts, carefully cleaning them, pulling up every last drip of piss on my skin their. But I felt my nipples getting harder. They got harder still as her hands with the rough wash cloth moved over my stomach. Finally, the only place on my front that was dirty was my cock. I'd finished telling her everything now. I waited to see what she'd do. I wanted her to clean it, to feel her hands on it. It was so strange, because I still felt terrible about what had happened to me. But I was horny too. And I felt so good with Prisha, she felt so warm and loving. I felt safe, like she was taking care of me. 

"The guard did almost the exact same thing to me," she said quietly, wringing water out of her rag and putting more soap on it. "I can't say that I enjoyed it, but..."

"But it made you horny?" I asked quickly and she nodded, blushing. I knew what she was feeling and it was such a strange, hateful and sexy feeling.

"Listen honey," she said, stopping for a moment, "I told you to go to Penny's room. I thought you'd give her a blowjob, have a little thrill, and feel better. I didn't know she would do all that. I am sorry."

"I don't blame you," I said, confused, "Penny is a bitch, that isn't your fault," I explained. I looked into her eyes and saw the remorse there. I was touched by it. She'd been taking care of me since I got to this place, she was the kind of friend I really needed. Someone to confide it, someone who would understand how jarring this place was.

"I thought before I came here that I was not interested in sex," Prisha explained, "That it was dirty and bad. And when I first got here, I got that confirmed. I was hurt, badly. And then things got better. I learned that I didn't just like sex, I loved it. I need it and crave it. That knowledge still embarrasses me, but I know it now. And I saw you here, and I saw some of myself in you. And I have just been so afraid that if no one let you know, that you would think it was only the bad things." She said, working the soap into my hair, "I thought maybe if I could protect you, it would make me feel better about not protecting myself. But I failed. I just don't want you to have to be scared like I was. I thought if I told you to go to Penny's room that you'd ease into it. I am sorry"

"You haven't done anything wrong!" I said, "It wasn't your job to protect me. That is just silly."

"I know," she said, "But it is how I feel."

"Don't feel guilty," I said. And slowly she helped me get back into a seated position, "You're like my favorite person here." I explained. She smiled and then, as though she couldn't control herself, she threw her arms around me. She hugged me closely. I was wet and naked, but I felt her warmth and her love.

Then, suddenly, her hand, wrapped in the washcloth was around my cock. I know that I moaned then and sort of melted into the toilet seat. Her hand was just wrapped around my shaft, and she started to gently stroke my dick, making sure the soap was worked in.

"Sorry about this," she said, blushing but certainly feeling the sexual tension, "It needs to be cleaned and it is hard, I don't know how else to do it." Now it was my turn to blush.

"I am sorry it is hard," I said, but it just kept getting harder, even as she swirled the wash cloth around on my balls.

"Don't be," she said, then in a whisper, "Sometimes I get hard when things I shouldn't, or even don't like, happen." I nodded. Apparently we both liked to be dominated a little bit, and it weirded us both out. "You have a pretty cock." She said and I giggled a 'thanks' and then her hand was off my member. But it was still swollen with desire. My balls felt like they were about to burst. 

I started to think about what was going on with me. This sort of sexual awakening. I knew that Prisha had seen me naked before, and I knew I'd sucked her dick, eaten cum out of our ass. But this was different. This was intimate. This was a chance to talk to someone about these new feelings in a more private manner. And we seemed kind of alike. I had to know what she was thinking.

"It was terrible, I know. But as you noticed, it kind of had a weird effect on me. I think you hinted that it might when you told me to go. I have to admit, I kind of liked eating Penny's ass," I admitted in a sudden, uncontrollable bout of honesty, "And I didn't like the taste of her piss, but I know I got a hard on from her doing it." 

"Lean back," she said, and I did what I was told, planting my head in the sink. I felt the warm water rushing over my head. I sighed, it felt lovely. She started to work her fingers over my scalp, running her nails through my hair. I almost came just from that!

"I will tell you something Odessa, something I never would have thought was true, but I like to eat assholes," she said suddenly, not making eye contact with me, but I saw he eyes dart over, check for judgment, "I didn't do it until I came here, but I like it. It's... naughty. I like to suck dick too," she explained, "I learned that about myself here in prison." 

"I am just scared of these feelings," I said, finished her thought as much as mine, I think. She put a little soap into my hair, started to clean it. I could smell her perfume now, she smell like flowers. Her breasts were dangling in my face, moving in rhythm to her motions, almost rubbing my cheek. I couldn't see my cock, but I knew I was turned on. I wondered if Prisha was as well. The thoughts about Penny and the guard were slowly slipping from my mind. All that was left was me and Prisha.

"Sometimes, if you find the right person, it can be sort of nice to explore those scary feelings," she said slowly, not making eye contact with me. I don't always get hints, but this one rang in loud and clear. "It can even be a comfort when you are hurt. Stand up so I can try you off." I did as she said, feeling a bit strange, almost light-headed from the sexual feelings racing through my body. I wanted Prisha, and I was pretty sure she wanted me, but was it appropriate? Could I just do that now, or would that somehow negate the horrible thing that just happened to me? Did she really want me, or did she just feel bad for me? I didn't know what to think. So I just stood. 

Prisha came over to me with a big, warm looking towel. She smiled as she wrapped it around me. I was kind of past my shocked phase, I could've done it myself. But I didn't complain when Prisha started to rub the towel on my body. I felt her hands, through the fabric, on my arms and legs, my stomach, my back, my breasts, and my cock. Her hands were firm, but gentle, squeezing the water off of me, making me feel pink, perfect, and clean. Finally, she was done. My cock was harder than ever, she must've felt it straining in her touch when she dried me off. She pulled the towel away and I was clean, dry, and naked before her. I was so horny; it felt like the slightest touch could make me cum.

"You are completely soaked now too," I said, looking at Prisha's clothes. She looked down. Her shirt and pants were soaked. I could see her breasts clearly through the wet shirt and the outline of her dick as well. I guess that bathing me in the sink had been a little messy, but it made her look lovely. My mouth was watering.

"I guess so," she said, her voice sounding tense, excited. She shrugged, "I guess I will have to get dry clothes for both of us," she said. Then she quickly threw off her shirt and pants, tossing them on top of my own piss-stained clothing. Her panties and her bra were wet too. She looked at them uneasily.

"Hey, if you want to take them off, just do it," I said, noticing her discomfort, "What difference does it make between us gals, right?" I sounded wooden, probably because I desperately wanted to see her naked. She looked at me and must have realized that if I was naked, she had nothing to be worried about. She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Her breasts poured out and bounced against her chest, looking lovely. She didn't make eye contact. She just slipped her fingers into her panties and pulled them down around her ankles. Her cock was half-hard and looked incredibly feminine and sexy. My own cock was straining with excitement at seeing her naked. Alone with me and naked.

We looked at each other awkwardly now. What were we supposed to do? The tension was so thick. I felt the magnetic pull of her body. I know she felt it as well. There is that moment, before a first kiss. Your heart beats faster, your eyes feel heavy, and you want to fall forward into a person. Usually that person hasn't just cleaned a bitch's cum out of your hair, but that doesn't make the moment any less magical. Prisha could feel it too. But something needed to happen, something to push us over the edge. And then a single, thick, clear drop of pre-cum popped out of the tip of my cock, and fell with an audible "drip" onto the floor. I saw Prisha's eyes follow it, and we both her it hit. She looked at me and smiled, I smiled back. And we stopped think and worrying. I rushed to Prisha and she threw her arms open.

The first thing that I noticed was my breasts push into hers. She was taller than me, so her breasts sort of sat on top of mine. Her arms went around my neck, wrapping her me tight. I wrapped my own arms around her waist, pushing my stomach into hers. I looked up into her big brown eyes. I'd never felt more safe than I did right now, in the arms of someone who cared about me. Safe, here in prison. Go figure.

She closed her eyes and bent her head down to meet me. I closed my own eyes and waited. And then I felt her soft, supple lips against my own. It was a tentative, sensual kiss at first. Her lips rested softly against my own, in the same way our breasts gently pressed together. Then I felt her lips part slightly and I did the same. I felt the barest hint of her tongue press out of her lips and slide against my own. I tested too, slipping my tongue gently out and then letting it slide along her lower lip. She tasted marvelous, I wanted more. She must've felt the same, because her tongue became more insistent, pressing into my mouth. Our tongue's met and the taste I'd gleaned from her lips was back, but more powerful now. Our tongues probed one another, prodded one another's cheeks and teeth. The whole while we kissed, I breathed Prisha in, smelling her perfume and her hair, feeling her skin against my body. My hands roamed her back, feeling soft body under her delicate skin.

And our cocks brushed together. Like I said, she was taller than me, but not so tall that when she leaned into me that my hard little pecker didn't press into her scrotum and against her shaft. I felt her cock get hard against my own and I felt the way their silky soft skin slid against one another. I felt the bulbous heard of Prisha's cock press into my belly. And I like I said before, I was aching from all the excitement that day. 




A Caged Bird Sings Ch. 03



While I kissed Prisha and felt her breasts on mine, my dick was grinding into her body. I felt her hand move off of my back and then it cupped my throat. She bent my neck back and kissed me deeply, driving her tongue into my throat. And while she did this, my cock slid hard against hers. And I grunt and then moaned loudly. I didn't want to cum yet, but I didn't have a choice. My eyes slammed shut on their own and I groaned loudly, grasping on Prisha, having her hold me up. There was the feeling of shattering glass deep inside of my loins, the complete release of tension. Prisha's tongue was still inside of my mouth, and I sucked down hard on her tongue, just letting the incredible sensation of the orgasm tear through me. And I felt big, wet spurts of hot white cum shooting out of my cock and landing on Prisha's dick. Finally, the sensation ceased and I stood, Prisha holding me, panting in pleasure.

"I knew you were close, I didn't know that was going to happen," Prisha said after a moment. I broke our hug and stepped away, feeling ashamed. Weren't folks with dicks supposed to pride themselves on lasting awhile? But Prisha was smiling.

"Sorry," I said and she shook her head.

"It was so cute to watch you cum," she said. Then we both looked down at her cock, to see my cum. I blushed when I saw her entire shaft and her balls were covered in my thick white cream. She giggled and then started to look around on the floor. She found the towel she had dried me with and started to pick it up. I was struck suddenly with a very naughty idea.

"No!" I cried out and she looked at me puzzled. I moved closer to her, grabbing the towel from her hand, "let me do it." I said. She nodded slowly. I held the towel and looked at her for a minute, like I was going to use it. Then I dropped the towel on the floor at her feet. I knelt down on the towel and looked forward. Prisha's cock, dripping in my cum, was just inches from my face. Prisha put leaned back two or three inches so her shoulders were against the wall. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at me. I looked up at her, around her long pretty cock and between her beautiful perky breasts, to see her radiant smile. I knew at that moment I loved her. And I wanted to do this more than anything else in my life.

I opened my mouth and took the tip of her cock into it. I heard her moaned and saw her hands clench on her hips. My cum was salty and thick on my tongue and her cock was hard. I started to slide her dick into my mouth, letting it move slowly. Some of my cum slipped into my mouth and I swallowed it down, tasting her skin and my cum mixed together deliciously. Some of my cum bunched up around my lips and dribbled a bit down my chin. I kept pushing her cock farther and farther, feeling its hard smoothness against my tongue, and finally into my throat. My eyes water and thick, viscous spit formed in my throat before I finally pulled the cock out of my mouth.

Prisha's eyes were closed and she was panting and I pulled back so only the tip of her cock was still in my mouth. I put my finger up to my lips, scooping the little extra bits of cum into my mouth. Then I started to push her dick back into my throat again. There were still trace amounts of cum on her cock, not to mention the pre-cum that was dribbling out of her cock and into my throat. I moved faster now, sucking her cock and rubbing her copper thighs with my hands.

Finally, I pulled the cock out of my mouth, there was still some of my cum on her balls. I grasped her cock hard with my left hand, stroking it tightly. I dipped my head under her balls, and tongued it gently. Her balls were warm and soft, and my tongue pushed into her scrotum. I felt her balls move in her scrotum, pushed by my tongue. At the same time, I tasted my own sperm again. My entire mouth was coated in my white cream and I felt it on my teeth and against my tongue. My cock was already rock hard again and I used my free hand to pinch my aching nipples. 

When I'd licked up every last drop of my sperm from Prisha's balls, I moved back and put her cock in my mouth again. I stuff the cock to the side, into my cheek, squeezing it tight and occasionally rubbing it with my tongue. Prisha was really squirming now, and moaning. She put one of her fingers into her mouth, biting it to keep from screaming. Her other hand was kneading her breast roughly, pulling on her own nipples. She was saying my name over and over again, mumbled around her finger. I couldn't stand it, it made me feel incredible.

But apparently, Prisha couldn't stand it anymore either. I felt her hands grab my head and she pulled my face into her cock. I felt her dick pushing into my throat and again, my eyes water. And then my nose was buried in her belly, and her cock was pushed hard into my throat. Prisha moaned loudly, her entire body quaking with tension and then suddenly, she let out a long high pitched sigh and her body went limp. Then her cock started to pulsate in my throat. I could feel hot gobs of sperm shooting out of her cock and into my throat. I couldn't taste it, her cock was too far into my throat, but I could feel it coating my esophagus and I could feel it warming my belly. Finally, Prisha pulled her cock from my mouth and collapsed down onto the floor next to me.

I lay down next to her and she wrapped her around me, smiling. We kissed deeply. She tasted my cum, her cock, and the thick spit that she'd drawn up when she choked me, but she didn't stop. She seemed to like the taste, and searching my mouth with her tongue. We lay together on the floor, both of our knees drawn up and touching and our lips met. It felt lovely. But I needed more.

"Prisha," I said gently, "You said you like...to lick assholes?" I said and she laughed. I guess my little question wasn't quite as subtle as I'd hoped.

"Why ever do you ask," she said in a way that I'd never heard before, so playful and light. I was like Prisha was the same person when she was having sex, but less nervous, more liberated. I liked this; I wanted to see more of this girl.

"I love you and I want you to lick my asshole," I said. I was surprised that I'd said that. Both because of how those two distinct halves of my sentence made almost no sense together, and because I didn't think I meant to tell her that I loved her. But I'd said it! And I wasn't sure I didn't mean it. I looked at Prisha and suddenly became terrified that I'd freaked her out. But she was smiling even brighter than before and there were tears in the corner of her eye. She laughed and her voice cracked a little.

"Do you mean that? Do you love me?" she said. And I thought about it. And there was no denying it, this had just confirmed something in my mind that I hadn't even really allowed myself to think before.

"I do," I said.

"I love you too," she said and we kissed again, she pulled me in close, our breasts pushed together. I felt her tears on my skin and I realized that I was crying too. It felt so wonderful to love and be loved. The kiss was soft, and delicate. Like our first kiss that day had been. And finally she broke it. She looked into my eyes and she wasn't crying anymore, she had a mischievous look.

"Did you mean the other thing too?" she asked, "Do you want me to lick your asshole?" I bit my lower and then nodded. 

Prisha quickly got up on her knees and rolled me over onto my stomach. I got up on my hands and knees and looked back behind me. Prisha was grinning at me. She inched forward on her knees and put both her hands on my ass cheeks. She giggled and then squeezed them. She sort of rubbed her hands around on my ass, massaging them and smacking my cheeks together. I laughed.

"Come on baby, lick me!" I begged. That seemed to be what she was waiting for. She leaned forward and pulled my ass cheeks far apart. I looked back at her again and she winked just as she stuck her face there. I could feel her breath against my tight little hole, and I could feel her hair as it rubbed against my ass and legs. Then, I felt an incredibly warm and wet sensation. I moaned and arched my back, feeling my ass press into Prisha's face. She pushed in harder. My asshole was so sensitive, I guess I never realized there were so many nerves right there, and her tongue felt amazing.

In a few moments, Prisha had settled into a rhythm. I felt her tongue running up and then down my asshole. She reached her hand forward and tickled my balls. I kept pushing back into her. I could feel her tongue getting hard, pressing directly into my asshole. I could feel her tongue swirling around inside of me. My cock ached, the tip felt like it was about to burst. Her tongue felt amazing, but I needed something more. I looked back and saw Prisha's cute little head bobbing up and down in my asshole.

"Fuck me baby!" I moaned, "I need it."

"Oh thank god!" Prisha slobbered around my asshole. In a moment she was up on her knees behind me. I felt her hands on my hips, digging into my skin. My asshole was sopping with Prisha's spit. But she also spit into her fingers and lubed up her cock. I felt her cock press against my asshole. I pushed back into it, hoping that it would slip in. It slid around in my ass crack and Prisha giggled and then smacked my ass hard.

"I will get it baby," She said. She took one hand off of my hips and guided her cock against my asshole. She pushed gently, but the pressure was still pretty intense. I groaned as I felt the bulbous tip of her cock press into my anus. For an instant, there was a pinching pain and then, with a little plop, she pushed her tip inside of me. And for the first time in my life, a cock was inside of my ass. I almost fell forward, the feeling was so intense. And as the pinching receded, the pleasure increased. 

Prisha put her hands back on my hips and she started to push. I couldn't stay on my hands anymore, I fell forward. I kept my ass in the air, but my tits hit the floor and my hands reached forward, bracing myself against the wall. I could feel Prisha's dick pressing deeper and deeper into my body. I felt my bowels wrap around her and suck her in deeper. Just when I felt that I couldn't take it anymore, I felt her hips press against my ass and I realized she was all the way in. 

Prisha pulled her cock out and slammed it back in, the pain and pleasure was intense. She giggled as I groaned. The she started to rock her hips more gently, pushing in and out just a bit. Her cock massaged my insides, she seemed to find every spot that needed to be touched. She didn't touch my cock, but I felt an orgasm building inside me nonetheless. It came on me suddenly. My nipples tingled and I felt like I couldn't get enough air. My kept bouncing underneath of me but everything instantly became fuzzy. I almost screamed, I needed to scream, but I didn't want a guard to come. 

Then I heard a splattering sound and I looked down and saw a pool of cum sitting on the floor. I pushed back into Prisha, driving her backwards and feeling pain from her cock getting pushed into me farther. I bent down and licked my thick, salty cum off the floor. The floor was cool but my cum was still warm as I sucked it into my mouth. I think that Prisha saw me and I am pretty sure that this put her over the edge. She gripped my hips hard and she groaned loudly. She thrust her cock three times, hard and fast and then her voice cracked. The next thing I knew, I could feel her cum warming my insides. She collapsed over, her cock pulling out of my ass. That felt almost as good as going in.

I fell down on the floor with her and she wrapped her arms around me, kissing me deeply, "That was... amazing, Odessa," she said as our kiss broke. Then we just lay on the floor, letting the concrete cool our bodies. 

"I do love you, and I am excited to explore my scary feelings with you," I said, suddenly realizing that even after the passion of the moment past, I still felt the same way. 

"I love you too, and I couldn't agree more" she said and she kissed me on the cheek. Is this a thing people are supposed to feel in prison? I wasn't in the mood to think about it. "I guess we should go back downstairs." She got up slowly and I followed her. She handed me some of her clothes and in a few moments we were dressed. 

We arrived back downstairs during a commercial break in my awful show. There were a couple of people watching, but we quickly saw McKenzie and Clara and sat down with them. I saw that McKenzie's knuckles looked a little raw, and she smiled when she saw me.

"You look, like 1 million percent better," she told me, "And Penny does not." She picked some dead skin off her knuckles and looked back at the television. I never did learned how she gave Penny a black eye without getting thrown in solitary, but I appreciated it. I sat down and Prisha sat down next to me.

"How is it?" I asked pointing to the screen. I noticed that McKenzie and Clara weren't watching the screen, they were looking at me and Prisha. For a moment I was confused and then I looked down and saw that I was holding Prisha's hand. I hadn't even realized it. I looked at Prisha and we both giggled.

"Well damn Prisha, I guess you really knew how to make her feel better," Clara said. I smiled and then leaned over and kissed Prisha on the cheek.

"Blah!" McKenzie said, and then she smiled, "The show is back on," and then my girlfriend, my friends and I snuggled in and watched a show about a felonious tranny. I kind of liked it.

Wait for Chapter 4!

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A Caged Bird Sings



Bizarrely, I wanted Bethany back. She was horrible, but at least she was familiar. I'd seen her face before. I stepped a half step into the lunch room and looked around. There were like a hundred girls sitting at a handful of tables, eating and talking. I'd never seen so many t-girls in one place. They ran the gamut from gorgeous girls who could pass as super models, to girls who were barely more than cross dressers. But I was surprised that most just looked like girls, like me. You'd never think we were t-girls. And there bunches of them. 

A couple of girls turned and looked at me, but most didn't seem to take any notice. There was still a line for food, so I fell in. The girl in front of me looked back at me, but didn't seem to care, then looked forward. I waited for a long while, the line moved little by little. Finally, I got to the food. The people scooping the food out of the trays were other prisoners with glazed looks on their face. They scooped this horrible looking sludge onto my plate. I walked to the end of the line, collecting red sludge and blue sludge and green sludge. Then I moved out of the line.

I looked around the tables. There were empty seats in places, but they were all scattered about at largely occupied tables. I was still woozy from my experience in the showers. My elation in the warden's room had long since passed. I was now really aware of the danger around me and I totally couldn't just sit down next to anyone. They might not have been big strong men, but they could still be threats.

Finally, I gave up on finding a seat. I lurched over to the side of the room and sat down on the floor. I tried to shovel some of the garbage into my mouth, but I couldn't. The food was too disgusting and I was too shocked by my experiences in the day. So I just sat there. Finally, someone announced that lunch was over. Everyone started filing out of the lunch room, talking.

I hid myself in the corner. Waiting. I didn't know where I was supposed to go. Then I remembered the folder. I opened it up and it said my cell number, my cell block (it was B) and had a map that showed me where to walk from the lunch room. There wasn't anything else in it. I waited until everyone else was gone. Then I stood up and threw away my lunch.

"Hey you," a voice said near the door, I saw a guard. Not Bethany, a different guard, "You need to leave now. I know you are new so I won't report you, but move your ass." She said and I ran out of the cafeteria. I was back in the hallway that Bethany had taken me down. I looked down at my map and tried to figure out where I was supposed to go. Most of the people had filtered out of the hallways and I was sort of all alone.

Finally, I got my bearings and headed in the right direction. I looked around; the hallways were wide and antiseptic. The feet in my white prison shoes clacked on the new floor. There were some locked doors in the hallway, but they didn't have windows and didn't look like cells. Finally, I made a left turn and walked into a large, octagonal room. It was three stories tall. Around the outside of the room, on every floor, were cell doors that were opened. On the first floor, in the middle of the room, were a bunch of tables and stuff. I walked into the room, and looked up to see a large glass ceiling. It was almost a pleasant room. There was a television in one corner and chairs everywhere.

Girls were milling about and everything. Some were sitting at the tables and talking, others were filtering up stairs to their bunks. I saw that all the bunks on the first floor were numbers that started with 1. I had cell 208 so I figured I was on the second floor. I moved around the edge of the room, trying to avoid eye contact and everything. No one seemed to notice me. There were like 75 girls in my cell-block, so there was a lot of action. There were guards standing around, but they appeared to be pretty relaxed. I made my way up the stairs and saw that room 200 was in front of me. I looked into the cell. There was a bunk bed and a toilet and nothing else. I mean, there were like personal items, but that was all the furniture. I looked to the left and saw room 223 so I started to walk to the right. Finally, I was standing outside of cell 208. Home. 

And I looked into the room and saw the bunk bed up against the back wall, so that it opened facing me. But it wasn't empty. There was a naked girl on the lower bunk. She was gorgeous. About 5'7 and around 135lbs. She had very long blonde hair and blue eyes. Her skin was very white, like a Disney princess or something. Her face was a princess' face too long eye lashes, big almond shaped eyes, a small nose, thick pink lips, and even perfect features. Her breasts were big, like 36-D. Her stomach was flat, her legs muscular. I could see she had a toned butt. But what was most shocking was that she was sort of lying on her side with her legs spread. And her cock was big. It must've been around seven and a half inches long. She was clean shaven, I could see.

But my vision was sort of blocked. Because, on her knees, in front of the blonde, was another girl. She was fully clothed so I couldn't make out her features. She was sort of plain, with short brown hair and tanned skin. Her eyes were closed. And she was blocking my view because she was sucking the blonde's dick!

The brunette sort of flicked her hair out of her face and I could see the tip of the blonde's cock in the girl's mouth. Just the mushroom tip of the blonde's flawless cock was in the brunette's mouth and the brunette was swirling her tongue around underneath. At the same time, the brunette's hand was cupping the blonde's balls. She was squeezing them gently, all the while her tongue was swirling. For her part, the blonde was moaning loudly and squeezing her left breast with her hand. I watched as the blonde bit her lip and thrust her hips seductively forward. She pinched her nipple and it look so hard and pink I wanted it in my mouth!

Let me note for a second that for my entire life I'd always considered myself asexual. I looked at boys and thought they looked so bulgy and gross. But I'd look at girls and think, "I am a girl, how can she fuck me?" But here I was, looking at this girl get her dick sucked. And I realized that I was incredibly attracted to what I was looking at. 

But back to the action. I watched as the blonde slowly put her long-nailed fingers on top of the brunette's head. She didn't so much push as guide the brunette's head farther down onto her cock. I watched the thick, white cock slide into the brunette's mouth, her lips parting farther and farther and the veiny prick slipped deeper and deeper into her throat. The brunette gagged a little, but kept the cock in her throat, until she finally slipped it all the way out of her mouth. The blonde's cock was coated in thick saliva, and a dribble of spit connected the brunette's mouth to the blonde's cock.

Then the brunette moved down, running her tongue along the blonde's balls, bouncing the balls gently with her tongue. Then she licked up the shaft, keeping her tongue soft and moving it along the blonde's urethra. The blonde was apparently in heaven, she was moaning loudly and hugging her big breasts tightly. Then the brunette's mouth moved back over the pink tip of the blonde's cock and she plunged it again into her mouth. She continued to swirl her tongue around of the blonde's cock.

"Oh fuck me!" the blonde suddenly screamed out. Her entire body went rigid and her eyes squeezed even tighter shut. I looked down at the brunette and saw her mouth wasn't moving. I saw the cock in her mouth quivering as it shot a big load into her mouth. She kept gently rubbing the blonde's balls while the sperm filled her mouth. Finally the blonde's body relaxed, and she fell down gently onto the bed.

"Give it back," the blonde said tersely. The brunette got up off her knees and leaned over the blonde on the bed. I thought she was about to lean in for a kiss but instead, the blonde opened her mouth. The brunette started to spit the thick, white cum out, letting it fall from her mouth in a long, stringy drop of cum and spit. The first bit landed on the blonde's lip and teeth, she giggled and readjusted herself, letting the rest of the liquid pour into her mouth. When the last of the cum was out of her mouth, the brunette stuck out her tongue to show that it was all gone and turned towards the door.

That was the first anyone noticed me. The brunette girl wiped her hand across her lips and just sort of gave me a look. I wondered if she was looking down at my blue pants and seeing the raging boner I was sporting. That was, like, the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Even with all the weird stuff that had happened to me that day, this was the strangest. I was aroused... you know by people. Maybe I wasn't just transgender, maybe I was transsexual (and hey, is that a better way to use that word? It makes more sense, like heterosexual like opposite sex, homosexuals like the same sex, and transsexuals like someone with transitioned sex, think about it).

Anyway, the brunette went to walk passed me and I moved to get out of her way, "sorry," I said but she just kept moving like she didn't hear me.

"You don't have to be polite to her," the blonde said from her bed. She was still naked, and lounging comfortably in the bed. Her cock was soft now and it was coiled neatly against her leg. Somehow, she looked even sexier. She must've seen me blushing and staring because she quickly started to get dressed.

"What do you mean?" I said, trying to sputter out something approaching a conversational tone.

"That chick," the blonde said, slipping her pants on, "she ain't my girlfriend or anything. She just owed me twenty bucks." And then she slipped her shirt over her head and walked over to me.

"What?" I started but she extended her hand and smiled at me. I took her hand.

"My name is McKenzie Harper," she said, shaking my hand twice, then sitting back down on the bed.

"That girl was...sucking your dick because she owed you twenty dollars?" I said and she blushed and laughed.

"Well she owed me 20 bucks, she didn't have it, so we cut a deal," she explained. What the hell kind of place had I gotten myself into?

"Oh..." I said, taking a seat on the toilet. Had to keep my head straight, this was like some sort of weird sex dream.

"You are..." she began for me, and I realized that despite the fact that she just told me she'd forced a girl to fellate her in exchange for forgiving debt, she was trying to be polite.

"Oh, I am Odessa..." I started.

"Ko! I knew it!" she said and she smiled wide, "We all watched your trial on TV. You look shorter in person." She said. I didn't know what to think. Was this going to make me a celebrity or a pariah in this place. I didn't know if I wanted to be either.

"Yeah, that's me," I said weakly.

"They told me I was getting a new roommate today, but I didn't realize I'd be getting YOU!" she said and I didn't know if I liked how excited she got, "I can't wait to show you around!"

After being introduced to my beautiful new roommate McKenzie by watching her get her dick sucked in exchange for forgiving a debt, I kind of wanted to crawl into my bed and sleep away the rest of the day. This was a completely alien world, and hostile. But she was too damned friendly.

"Come on, they won't lock us in the cells for a few more hours, lets go meet everyone," she said helpfully. I thought for a minute that it would be nice to know everyone else. Maybe McKenzie could tell me the people to avoid. Unless, maybe, she was one of those people.

McKenzie was dressed again and she somehow made the blue pants, white shirt thing look sexy. She tied her shirt up under her breasts and slung her pants low, exposing her flat stomach and wide hips. I looked down at myself, the one time semi-famous singer, and saw how shabby I looked in my baggy pants and loose shirt. I wished I had McKenzie's sense of style with this. Maybe it was something you learned.

We walked out of our cell and I just sort of followed behind McKenzie. She shouted to people across the way, worked the room like a politician or something. I tried not to get in the way. Finally, we made our way down the stairs and took a seat at one of the tables closest to the television. I sat down across from her. I was about to try to come up with some sort of conversation when two other girls came and sat down at our table with us.

The girl who sat down next to McKenzie was very pretty. She was a light-skinned black girl with big brown eyes and dreamy pink lips. Her face was angular, fierce, and sexy. She had long black hair, straightened, and small 32-B breasts. She was probably only 5'3, so much shorter than McKenzie, but taller than me. She had a narrow build, but big hips and a big butt.

The girl who sat down next to me was spectacularly beautiful. She wasn't just the prettiest t-girl I'd ever seen, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She was Indian, with long black hair and smooth, dusky skin. Her eyes were large and brown but they seemed to shimmer when she looked at you. Her eye lashes were very long and her features were perfect. Her nose was small and upturned; her lips were pouty and pink. Her breasts were quite large, 36-C and her body was stunning. Even in her prison uniform I could see she had the build of an underwear model, with a round butt, toned stomach, long legs, the whole nine yards. I'd never seen anyone so attractive in my life. She was around 5'4 and 120lbs. I knew I was staring at her, and she sort of blushed shyly and looked away.

"Well everyone," McKenzie said, clearly this was her clique, "I'd like you all to meet Odessa..."

"Ko!" the black girl said. I was a celebrity, "I recognize you from Nancy Grace. You're shorter than you looked on television."

"Everyone says that," I said nervously, and then it took her hand and shook it.

"That's Clara," McKenzie said, "She is lucky she is my girlfriend, or I wouldn't let her get away with interrupting me and being rude to my new roommate," McKenzie was laughing as she said this and she turned, smiling to Clara, and kissed her deeply on the mouth. I wondered if the girl could taste the cum the brunette girl had spit back in McKenzie's mouth. When their kiss broke, McKenzie looked over at me, must've seen what I was thinking about, and smiled and laughed.

"Odessa here thinks I am a slut," she said and crossed her arms over her big breasts. She smiled at me, no hint of anger or accusation. But I put my hands up.

"No I..." I started.

"Why is that?" Clara asked.

"Well, my beloved Clara, I met my new roommate when she walked in on me getting a blowjob and now she sees me kissing you," McKenzie said, coming right to the heart of the matter. I felt my eyes like, bug out of my head. What was going to happen? But Clara laughed.

"Was it Beth?" she asked and McKenzie just nodded, "Odessa, lighten up. Some things are currency here and some things are love. Just keep it separate. Besides, Beth's given me a blowjob before, she's good," and she pecked McKenzie one the lip again. I didn't really have a response to that. Each second in this place was weirder than the last. 

"I'm Prisha," the sexy Indian girl next to me said while McKenzie and Clara finished their lip lock. I turned to her and she was giving me a faint, shy smile, "I think your trial was a travesty." She said. It was, somehow, the nicest thing anyone could say to me at that moment. I felt like tearing up.

"Odessa," I said, shaking her dainty hand. I could smell her perfume as we touched and I looked deeply into her eyes.

"So I saw Bethany Barber push you into the lunch room a little earlier," Clara said, knocking me out of the reverie Prisha put me in. I wondered if this was the kind of head over heels feeling people in movies talk about what they, like, fall in love. I don't know, I was getting ahead of myself.

"Yeah..." I said now, sullenly, thinking back to my experience earlier in the day. In the shower. The baton. My face felt hot and I got nauseous again. McKenzie reached forward and put her hand on mine.

"I can tell that she gave you her special treatment," McKenzie said sympathetically. I looked up at her. The other girls at my table actually looked concerned. They knew what had happened.

"She just..." I started.

"Oh we know what she did. She got Prisha too," McKenzie said. I looked over at Prisha, but she was staring at her feet, pretending not to notice, "she gets like a third of the girls who come in. Luckily I got here before she started working here and Clara avoided her. She spends like 90% of her time over on the FTM side of the prison, so we don't see her much. Just watch out, because once she gets you, she won't stop." I didn't know if I felt relieved that other people had been through what I went through, or terrified that it might happen again. But I looked over at Prisha and I was happy I at least knew someone I could talk to about it. If I needed to. But now I wanted to change topics.

"So, what are you in for?" I said, feeling weird. The other girls laughed.

"I know you were a singer, but were you an actor too?" McKenzie asked, "That is a movie question."

"Don't tease her too bad, look she is all red again," Clara said, and I knew I was blushing. But the good natured teasing was okay, way better than what I would have expected in a male prison. "I have 12 years left on 15 for fraud. I made up fake number for my boss at the strip club I used to work to help him trigger relief portions of his mortgage." Clara said matter-of-factly.

"30 years for selling drugs," McKenzie said, and I was surprised. She didn't look at all scary, or what I thought of when I thought of drug dealers that got lots of time, "I sold high end weed that I grew hydroponically in my garage." I guess that explained it. I looked over at Prisha. 

"Life for murder," was all she said. She didn't elaborate. She didn't say anything else. The other girls pretended they didn't notice. They seemed used to giving Prisha her space. But I was feeling, all of the sudden, like I needed less space. These girls all seemed great. They could totally be my friends. But I was still wary; I'd seen too many movies to know whether or not I was being put on.

We spent the rest of our free time that day getting to know one another. I learned that McKenzie was a born and bred in California, she was older than I thought at 32, and she'd done a little work in the t-girl porn industry when she first turned 18 (don't try to look her up, she used a fake name). I learned that Clara was from Mississippi and moved to California when she was 18 to try to become an actress. She worked at a strip club (as an accountant) while she searched for roles. She was the oldest in our group at 33. Finally, I learned that Prisha was the daughter (not that they recognized her as that) of a wealthy Indian industrialist family and that she'd come to America to transition and go to school when she got in trouble. She stood to inherit her family's entire fortune because she was the only living relative of both her mother and father. She was the closest in age to me at 25.

When we'd all met, the girls took me around and showed me all of the other cliques, pointing them out from afar. I was told the groups that I could talk to, the people to avoid, and the little bits of gossip that always show up when this many girls are together. What I was most surprised by, though, was the fact that as I walked around the prison, I would occasionally see girls kissing each other. Rarer, but not that rare, I would look into cells and see girls performing sex acts in the bunks. I didn't know if these girls were exchanging "currency" like Clara said or dating, but it was strange to see. The guards either didn't notice or, more likely, pretended not to notice. But it was all very surreal.




A Caged Bird Sings



Anyway, eventually time ran out and the guards started to herd us all back to our cells. It was getting dark outside, I could see through the skylight, but it was hard to tell what time it was. The stress from the day was wearing me out. I stood behind McKenzie as we went up the stairs, so I wouldn't get lost. Eventually we, and all the other girls on the block, were shuffled into our cells and the door slammed behind us.

"I usually sleep on the top bunk," McKenzie said, letting her hair out its ponytail and shaking it out, "If you don't mind."

"No, I'll take the bottom," I said. McKenzie nodded and then quickly took off her shirt and pants. She was just wearing her bra and panties now. I'd seen her wearing less, as you probably remember, but it was sort of embarrassing to see her again. But she didn't wait around for me to be embarrassed. She just jumped up onto the top bunk, grabbed a book, and shimmied under the covered. 

"Goodnight," I said, awkwardly. She looked down at me and gave me a knowing smile.

"You get used to routines and everything. This is always what I do when lock-up first happens. I read, then I fall asleep. I'm not trying to be rude."

"No, I didn't think so," I said, I felt like I was rude. Like I was intruding on her space or something.

"Just try to take it easy, the first day is the hardest. This place isn't as bad as you think it is," she said soothingly and then went back to reading. I took off my pants and shirt, now only wearing my bra and panties. I thought I saw McKenzie catch a glimpse of me out of the corner of her eye. Then I climbed into bed.

I sat there, staring at the spot in the bed above me where McKenzie's ass was pushing down the mattress, for a long time. I tried to process everything that happened that day and tried to imagine what 15 years of this was going to be like. I felt like crying, but I didn't let myself. After an hour or two (not sure how long) the lights clicked off and I heard McKenzie close her book.

Then I lay there, in the dark, even longer. All of my fears sort of rolled around in my head, getting bigger and scarier with each passing second. Each new thought heightened my tension, and I got farther and farther from sleep. I tried tossing and turning, but I couldn't get comfortable. I thought about my parents, how disappointed they'd be in me, and I thought about Bethany Barber. I was in hell.

I was so distressed I didn't hear McKenzie climbed down from the top bunk. I didn't notice her until her hand was on my forehead. I sort of went rigid; not knowing what I was feeling at first, then I opened my eyes and saw her smiling at me. She stroked my forehead again, and I felt a bit better.

"I told you the first night was the worst," she said in a hushed voice, barely above a whisper, "But I promise it will get better. And I will help."

"Thank you McKenzie," I said, "I have no idea how I got lucky enough to meet you here."

"Most people are nice here, it is just that we've all made mistakes. There aren't many really mean or violent people. In this prison," she said, "Before this place opened I was in a regular prison. That was scary. This is a vacation by comparison. Now what is bothering you so bad? You're rolling around like a crazy person down here," she said, sitting down on the bed near my legs. I smiled.

"Just can't sleep," I replied. She nodded knowingly.

"Yeah, I almost didn't sleep my first night either," she said. "But I found a little trick that helps me fall asleep every time."

"What?" I asked.

"I could just show you..." she said and I nodded emphatically. She smiled brightly then stood up from the bed. She got down on her knees on the floor. First, she reached behind her back and quickly unbuttoned her bra. She let the bra slide off and her large breasts sort of tumbled out. I'd seen them from a distance, but they were so much prettier close up. I didn't know what she was doing, but I felt a stirring between my legs. She was so pretty. But I wanted to stop her. I mean, I thought she was gorgeous and everything, but like I was way out of my depth here. I was scared and I was confused. But I was too mesmerized to move. I just sort of opened and closed my mouth like a fish and stared at her beautiful body.

She leaned into me; I could feel the heat of her body. First, he face was directly in front of mine. My eyes were wide open; I was sort of in shock. She didn't say a word she just closed her eyes, leaned into me, and kissed me on the lips. Her lips were soft and soon my eyes closed as I melted into her pillowy flesh. I felt her tongue run against my own lips, and I opened my mouth, letting her tongue dip into my mouth. She kissed me softly, but aggressively, pushed her warm tongue into my mouth. She probed my teeth and ran her tongue all over mine. Her saliva was thick and sweet and I didn't want the kiss to end. I could feel my cock harden in my panties, and for some reason I was afraid she'd notice.

Then, just when our kiss reached it most perfect moment, she broke it. I let out a small whimper and she laughed. I opened my eyes and she was smiling at me. Then she started to moved forward. Before I knew it, her big breasts were directly in my face. I didn't move for a second, but the breasts were so warm and inviting. The skin looked so smooth, her nipples so dense and sexy. I couldn't take it any longer. I reached up and grabbed her breasts. The skin was soft and my fingers sort of sank into her flesh. She moaned a little as my hands started to knead. Her nipple was so close to my face, pink and round and perfect. I closed my eyes and leaned it. Her nipple slid between my lips and into my mouth. It was hot and hard and salty and I loved the way it tasted. I sucked on it gently, rubbing my tongue around on it and savoring it. I kept my hand on her other breasts. McKenzie arched her back, pressing her breast harder in my face.

At the same time, she began doing something else, something I didn't see and would have been uncomfortable about if I'd noticed. She reached back and gently moved my covers off of my body. I first noticed when her hand grazed my stomach. I didn't think anything of it at first, but then I felt the tips of her fingers, with her long fingernails, slide just under the waist band of my panties. I started to move a little.

"Shhhh," McKenzie hushed me, pushing her soothing breast even harder into my mouth. I thought about struggling for a moment, but her breasts felt so good in my mouth and against my face. I just kept sucking. Then her fingers brushed the tip of my cock. I shook all over. No one had ever touched my cock before. This was uncharted territory.

I stopped sucking on her breast, but her nipple stayed planted in my mouth. I was breathing heavily and my heart was beating a mile a minute. Despite her long fingernails, she was very gentle with the tip of my penis, swirling her nails smoothly on top of it. Then I felt the pad of one of her fingers press against my skin and I moaned loudly. McKenzie's hand slide farther into my panties, her palm running over the tip of my penis and then down my shaft until her fingers gripped my balls.

She grasped my shaft gently but firmly and then, using her wrist, she sort of peeled back my panties and let my hard cock spring free. I couldn't even believe any of this was happening. I had expected a lot of things about prison, but not this. But it felt so right. I couldn't explain it. In any other time or place this would terrify me, but here, in this bed, it felt perfect. Prison was like a different world where the wrong felt right. So I breathed in McKenzie's perfume and just enjoyed the feeling as her hand gently stroked up and down on my cock.

Finally, she pulled her breast back from my face. I looked up at her, whimpering as she continued to stroke my cock. She shook her hair out of her face and looked down at me, she was absolutely beautiful. Then she leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. I tried to lean up into her, to kiss her harder, but she stopped me, putting her hand on my chest and gently pushing me down into the bed. 

Then she turned down to look at my dick. Her hand was still wrapped around it, but she'd pulled her hand all the way down so that her pinky finger was nestled in my balls. The hot, hard tip of my cock was sticking up, exposed. She was squeezing my cock kind of hard and I was squirming a bit in ecstasy. I knew what she was about to do, I wanted it badly, but I was also scared. But no words came from my lips, just more ragged breathing. In fact, I moved my hands up to my breasts and started to knead them through my bra. My body had completely taken over and it wanted this, my conscious mind be damned.

She leaned over my cock and looked up at me, smiling, "I promise you will sleep after this," she said. Then she bent over. I can't even describe for you the feeling as the hard tip of my cock passed through her lips and into her mouth. Her tongue was hot and wet, and the roof of her mouth was hard but velvety. And she swirled her tongue around on the bottom of my tip. Then she took her hand off of my cock and slowly worked the cock into her throat. Soon, my cock was in her throat, my balls her on her chin, and I was in heaven. I kept rubbing my breasts through my bra, squeezing my nipples and feeling the pressure.

While my cock was in her throat, she rubbed my balls with her finger. She kept rubbing her tongue on the underside of my cock, playing with my urethra. Then, I felt her throat tighten around my cock and I heard her gag. I cannot tell you why this was so hot to me, but it was. I mean, I can't explain how hot it was that this beautiful girl was choking on my dick. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and a long, wet string of spit connected my cock to her mouth. It was so sexy!

"When you cum, do you want it back?" she asked. I was breathing heavy and I felt light headed, I didn't even begin to understand the question.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you want your cum back in your mouth?' she said, and I thought back to the end of the shower earlier, when I'd eaten my cum off the shower wall.

"Oh god yes!" I said. She didn't wait around. She plunged my dick back into her mouth. I watched as her pretty blonde head bobbed up and down on my cock, I felt the warm wet insides of her mouth, and I felt my entire body growing tense. I was moaning a lot now and I put my hands on top of her head, to steady myself. I moved her hair out of her face, so I could see my cock pushing through her lips and pulling back out again.

I made a sort of grunting noise and I knew what was coming. Suddenly, the tension in my body built to this unbelievable crescendo. I felt so tense that I thought maybe I'd tear my hair out. And then suddenly in broke, like water overcoming a dam. And a surge of absolute, white-hot pleasure spread out from my cock, tightening my balls, and then pouring over me in wave after wave. And all the while, my cock was spurting hot cum into McKenzie's mouth. I was too overcome to think anything about that; I just sort of bucked my cock up into her mouth, hard. And then, slowly the pleasure receded and the last few spurts of cum shot into McKenzie's mouth. Then I collapsed onto the bed.

My mind was running about a mile a minute as soon as my head hit the pillow. What did this mean? I'd never even really thought about sex before today and now I'd had something shoved up my ass, I'd watched people have sex, and then I'd gotten my first blowjob. And it was from another tranny. And she was gorgeous and I was attracted to her, I mean she was totally hot. And I never thought that way before. And it was scary because I was in prison. And...

But before my thoughts could spin completely out of control, I felt warm lips against mine. I opened my eyes and I saw McKenzie kissing me. I forgot about all of my worries and just let her lips press against mine. I felt her mouth start to open and I opened mine as well. And then my own thick, salty cum poured into my mouth, in a long thing dribble. McKenzie let it slide out of her mouth and into mine. Mixed with her sweet saliva, it was delicious. And then, my mouth was full of my own cum. McKenzie broke the kiss and then sat on my bed. I swished the cum around in my mouth a second, enjoying the texture and flavor and then I swallowed it down. Then I just lay there panting on the bed, giving McKenzie a goofy grin and feeling content.

"You like that?" she said. And I nodded. And then I remembered back earlier in the day, in this very same bed, where McKenzie had gotten a blowjob. I thought for a second.

"Hey do I... owe you anything for this?" I asked, my stomach felt like it was full of butterflies, I didn't think that I might be getting myself in too deep until it was too late. McKenzie just smiled at me.

"Yeah," she said, "You need to stop moving around down here and let me sleep." She gave me a playful swat on the arm, "Don't worry about that stuff, I just wanted to welcome you here. Just try to get some sleep." And then she gathered up her stuff and got back on the top bunk. I lay for a few minutes, but then I drifted off to a very contented slumber.

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Chapter 2 is on its way!

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