I never thought the day would come. A year and a half and I was finally able to come face-to-face with Warden Armstrong. God, how I had longed for this day. There was something about coming face to face with the most powerful woman in the prison. She wasn’t hot; wasn’t pretty. In fact, she was a 50 year old prude who acted more like a nun than anything else. But it didn’t matter. I wanted to fuck her the same way I wanted to fuck Sister Mary Margaret; my third grade catholic school teacher. Maybe I had been a lesbian at heart all along and it would take being locked up here in Addison to bring it out of me. In the third grade, I didn’t know anything about fucking but I knew I wanted to rub Sister Mary Margaret’s pussy and I wanted her to rub mine. I guess there are some things you’re just born with.
Nevertheless, Warden Armstrong wanted to see me. She had heard about me; heard I was a model inmate and wanted to see what she could do about getting my time cut down for good behavior. I didn’t know how I felt about that as Addison had become home. Here I had a family and a growing stable of pussy. Who would want to give that up. Not to mention whenever I needed a change in scenery Lt. Parrish’s cock was always waiting and wiling to assist. So why leave. But I would at lest listen to her to see what she has to say.
Security Guard Johnson escorted me to the Warden’s officer. Johnson and I had became pretty good friends. A thick black chick from back east, we had a lot in common. By day she a tyrant, cracking the skull of anyone who crossed her with her billy club. But by night she was a thick mass of hot passion. The first time I ate her pussy, I thought I’d drown between her legs as buckets and buckets of cum poured out of her. And the way she screamed when I fucked her drove me insane. She acted like I was killing her. To be honest, I was trying too. I tried to fuck every ounce of cum out of that thick black pussy of hers.
“You’ve been here for one year and a half,” Warden Armstrong read from my file.
“And during this time, I can see that you’ve kept your nose clean; stayed out of trouble.”
“So do you think you are ready to return to the outside world?” Warden Armstrong asked. “Do you think you’re ready to become a functioning member of society?”
“I don’t know.”
“I beg your pardon?” the Warden questioned.
“I said I don’t know. I’ve been in and out of the system for most of my life; mostly in. It’s the only life I know.”
“So you’re telling me you’ve not been rehabilitated yet?” The Warden continued.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that I don’t know if I want to leave Addison.”
“Just so you know, Dana, I’m well aware of the shenanigans that take place here after hours,” Warden Armstrong informed. “Please know that I am doing everything in my power to eradicate Addison State Penitentiary of such activities. There are going to be some major changes taking place here at Addison very soon; including a change in staff,” Warden Armstrong continued as she looked over at Guard Johnson. “This place has become nothing more than a den of orgies and sex and I won’t stand for it any longer. You women are law breakers; criminals. You’re not here to get your sexual perversions satisfied. You were sent here to be rehabilitated so that you can return home and become a functioning member within society.”
“With all due respect, Warden, if I may ask you a question. When was the last time you were fucked?”
“That will be all,” Warden Armstrong stated. “Guard, please remove this inmate from my presence at once.”
“I’ll be your pussy is so dry that you’ve got cobwebs growing between your leg. In fact, I’m wondering if you’ve ever been fucked at all.”
“Guard!” Warden Armstrong yelled.
As expected, Johnson didn’t move an inch. Though she was one of the guards, she was apart of my family and wouldn’t dare cross me for anyone including the Warden. I stood from my chair and began to make my way around Warden Armstrong’s desk. Suddenly she reached into her desk and pulled out a gun.
“You’re not going to use that, now are you, Warden? You probably don’t even know how to release the safety.”
“Don’t you come any closer or I will shoot,” Warden Armstrong threatened.
“Shoot all you want but everybody knows that you never keep the gun loaded. Besides, a trusted friend removed all of the bullets from your desk this morning. So now it’s just you and me. Why don’t you hand me the gun and if you’re nice I’ll fuck you with it.”
“You’re sick!” Warden Armstrong shouted.
“No, not sick, just horny; horny for your reluctant pussy. You should be happy; elated that someone would even want to fuck your 50 year old pussy.”
“Stay away from me! Stay away from me or I will scream,” Warden Armstrong again threatened.
“Go ahead, Scream. Holler. Shout. Do what you have to do but me and my little friend here is going to fuck you and we’re going to fuck you good,” I informed as I reached under my smock and exposed my new 10 inch creamed colored strap on. “I’m going to fuck you hard and I’m going to fuck you deep. And I won’t stop until you spray your 50 year old cum all over my cock.”
Before long, Warden Armstrong had backed herself into a corner. Guard Johnson stood by the locked door. Her nipples were already protruding through her shirt and bra so I knew by now her pussy was good and wet.
“Johnson, please help me!” Warden Armstrong begged as I grabbed her tits and began squeezing them. What the hell was I doing? I had become this fuck crazed lesbian inmate. It was as if that night with Jan unlocked something in me; something that was buried so deep. On the outside I had led a straight life. After coming inside I was accepting the fact that I could potentially be bi-sexual but now I was for certain, I was a full on lesbian. I loved pussy. Not only did I love fucking the shit out of it but I loved eating it. I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Please stop!” Warden Armstrong begged me as I continued to massage her triple D’s. No chance that was going to happen. This was only the beginning; there was no turning back now. I ripped open her blouse and released her hanging tits from her bra. Warden Armstrong was a big woman; a thick woman but it didn’t matter. The bigger the better. I’d break her down as I did with all of the others. I lifted her left tit and placed it in my mouth as I reached down and pulled up her tweed skirt sliding my hands inside of her granny panties. God, it felt so good. Her legs were partially opened up for me as she knew she couldn’t resist what was going to happen. Her muff was hairy. I could tell it hadn’t been rubbed in a while; not even by her. This was going to be a lot more fun than I thought. As I rubbed her dry pussy, I could feel her contracting. Her clit was coming alive.
“Oh God!” Warden Armstrong sighed. “Please, stop!”
I ignored her helpless pleas as I continued to rub her pussy. Fuck lube, I didn’t need it. I’d get her wet if I had to rub that shit for the rest of the afternoon. This bitch was going to pour her love juice all over me if it was the last thing she did. For a second, I removed my fingers from her twat, spit on them then began to rub her again. This time I slid a finger inside of her canal.
“Ohhh!” Warden Armstrong again signed.
“Yeah, it had been a while since anybody had been in there but her drought season was coming to an end. I was about to help her make up for lost time. I lifted her skirt around her waste and continue to dig inside of her pussy with my fingers. I could see it on her face and in her eyes. She was giving in to the pleasure. She wanted it. She had always wanted it. She just didn’t know how to let go and ask for it.
“Come here,” I commanded as I led the Warden back to her desk. But this time she wouldn’t sit in her big black chair, she’d lay on her back on her desk as I knocked everything onto the floor with one swoop. I pulled her white floral granny panties down around her left ankles and spread the Warden’s legs as wide as I could get them. What a beautiful pussy she had. It was ashamed that no one had fucked it in years. I opened up her lips and explored her pink goodness. God, this was going to be good.
“Get over here,” I instructed Guard Johnson. Johnson left her post and came over to the desk.
“Hold her hands,” I further instructed.
“No, please, don’t. I beg you. Please stop!” Warden Johnson pleaded.
It was no use. The time had come for me to do what I had been thinking about doing for months. I buried my face in Warden Armstrong’s pussy and began to eat her pussy.
“Oh God!” Warden Armstrong screamed as I worked her clit, rubbed the outside of her love canal all while using my tongue to work up and down her slit.
“Shit!” Warden Armstrong again screamed as she did exactly what I expected. She began to buck like an untamed stallion lifting her 200 pound frame from the desk. Her ass began to wiggle under me as a flood of pussy juice began to emerge.
“You got her now,” Johnson observed as she continued to hold down the Warden. Was this rape? I don’t know. Quite possibly as it was not consensual but she was loving it as much as I was.
For a moment, I released her pussy lips and swung the Warden around on the desk so that she was lying lengthwise.
“Sit on her face,” I commanded Johnson. Johnson dropped her size 18 trousers to the floor and did as she was told. She climbed on the desk and lowered her wet hairy pussy unto Warden Johnson’s face.
“Oh shit, yeah! Eat my pussy! Eat that shit!” Johnson cried out as she gyrated her snatch over the Warden’s face. I glanced up momentarily and saw Warden Armstrong’s tongue moving up and down Johnson’s slit. She was now on board.
It was now time for the moment of truth. It was time to fuck that old bitches pussy. I climbed up on the desk and submerged my plastic piece of wonder up inside of that bitches pussy.
“Mmmmmmmm” Warden Armstrong groaned as her legs began to shake. She was cumming. Within mere seconds of me pushing my goodness inside of her, she came. Awesome! I fucked her tight twat until she loosened up and took every inch of my cock. It’s time like this when I wished I was a man so I could feel the tight pussy clinging onto my meat stick. But her sighs of pain and pleasure was enough to let me know I was hitting it right.
“Fuck me!” Warden Armstrong screamed out as she game up for air from Johnson’s pussy. “Fuck me baby! Fuck me! Oh shit, I’m cumming.”
Warden Armstrong let out another load of jizz that covered my cock but there was more. I needed to make this bitch squirt. I knew it was in her. I knew I could fuck her deep enough to hit that spot.
“Move,” I said to Johnson. Johnson climbed off of the Warden giving me the room I needed to give her all of my attention. I pushed the last few inches of my cock inside of that 50 year old pussy and humped her with all of my might. Lifting her left leg, I fucked her pussy as deep as I could. I could see her face; the pain, the agony, the joy and the lust. She was enjoying it. She hated the fact that she was enjoying but she was enjoying it. With her mouth gaped wide open, I watched her struggle to breathe; struggle to catch her breath as I pounded away at her worn pussy.
“Give it to me. Give me what I want,” I demanded as I continued to penetrate Warden’s pussy.
Once again, Warden Armstrong began to buck like a wild stallion grabbing a hold of the sides of the desk. She was going to pop any minute now.
“Oh shitttttt!” Warden Armstrong yelled as I pulled my cock from her pussy. It was like slow motion. She continued to buck up and down; with her ass in the air she squirted the biggest load of spunk I had ever seen in my life. As her pussy quivered and her body shook, I bit her rock hard nipples hoping to prolong the moment for her.
She was spent. She couldn’t handle anymore but I still needed more. I left Warden Armstrong lying in a pool of cum and turned my attention to Johnson who was sitting on the couch playing with her pussy. Today was her lucky day. I picked up my smock, removed a condom from the pocket and threw it at Johnson. Light the pro that she was, she placed the rubber in her mouth and slipped it over my cock. She wanted to suck it but that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to do something else. I slid my dick into Johnson’s awaiting wet gaping hole and picked up where I left off from Warden Armstrong. Johnson was hot. She was a hot fuck. Though she was a big girl she liked to fuck and knew how to do it well.
“Come on baby! Work that pussy over!” Johnson instructed. I loved the way she talked dirty. “You like that shit don’t you. You like fucking that black pussy?”
Hell yeah, I liked fucking it. I’d fuck it everyday if I could but I had too many in my stable to dedicate all of my time to just one bitch. Like I said, today was her lucky day.
“Suck on your tits!” I yelled as Johnson grabbed her huge tits and began suck on them. God this bitch was hot and was going to make me cum. I couldn’t let that happen; not yet. I had to make her cum first; those were my rules. I slid my cock out of Johnson’s wet pussy and pushed inside of her tight ass.
“Ugh!” Johnson cried out. She had been wanting to try it up the ass but was afraid too. She said her old man had been begging her but she wouldn’t give in. Like I said, today was her lucky day. I slid inch by inch into her cum filled asshole as I lay the weight of my body between her legs pressing against her clit. For certain, she was going to cum in just a matter of time. I grabbed a hand full of Johnson’s hair using it as leverage to fuck her deeper up the ass.
“Oh fuck! My ass! You’re fucking me up the ass!”
You’re goddamned right I was. I was fucking her up that tight ass of hers. It wouldn’t be longed now before she popped. And then I would have her eat my pussy and finger me until I cum. That was the plan. But things don’t always work out the way you plan them. As I continued to dig into Johnson’s ass, I felt something cold against my pussy. It was cold and metal like. I looked around and Warden Armstrong had gotten up from the desk and grabbed her gun pushing the barrel inside my pussy. I lost it at that point. The more she rammed that gun barrel into my pussy the harder I rammed my cock into Johnson’s ass.
“Fuck! I’m cumming!” Johnson screamed out as she began to convulse beneath me.
“Oh shit!” I yelled as I let go of a load of jizz covering the gun barrel. I released my cock from Johnson’s ass then collapsed atop her voluptuous body. Warden Armstrong did us the honor of cleaning our pussies with her tongue.
After that meeting, it was deduced that I wasn’t ready to become acclimated within society. In fact, Warden Armstrong reported that I was a threat and should be detained at Addison State Penitentiary for the duration of my sentence. We would have weekly ‘meetings’ to measure my progress. During our next session, I introduced her to my good friend Jan. It was the first time she had ever been fucked in her pussy and up the ass at the same time but it wasn’t the last time. That 50 year old slut was as hot as they came and was up for anything.
I stayed on at Addison State Penitentiary long after I had repaid my debt to society fucking the shit out of those in my growing stable. In fact, I got a better job. I was upgraded from working in the laundry facilities to assisting the Pussy Barber. This way I had first pick of the incoming snatch. My biological family always told me I wouldn’t amount to much. On some level, I supposed they were right. I didn’t amount to much on the streets in the hood. But on the inside I had become a bit of a legend; a fucking legend and I owe it all to Addison State Penitentiary. Who says crime doesn't pay!