Birds Of West County Jail

"They got fresh meat in C2!"

It was my first time going to jail, and I knew things were bad when I heard the other prisoners chanting "fresh meat." I ignored them as best as I could. But it was harder to ignore the three women I was locked into a tiny cell with.

See, "fresh meat" didn't just mean I was new there. It also meant that I had to prove myself to the other prisoners.

WARNING: This 6000+ word story contains mature content matter, including black and white female prisoners initiating the straight new girl! Reader discretion is advised.

This hot short story stands alone and is also the prequel to the novella Shakedowns Are The New Foreplay - coming soon!

EXCERPT:

As I squeezed the round curve of Hendricks' ass lightly, she gave a soft moan. She didn't pause licking Malone for a second, though. Her tongue worked diligently, working its way up and down Malone's pussy.

Malone was moaning softly herself, but still doing her job on Rugburn. I couldn't see the young white girl's scarred face, but from her groans and the way her ass shook back and forth, I could tell that she was enjoying herself.

I squeezed Hendricks' ass again, a little harder this time. It wasn't so bad touching another woman. I was going to get through this.

"Rugburn, she ain't licking me yet," Hendricks said in the tone of a child tattling to a schoolteacher.

"I'm licking her!" I said, not wanting to see how Rugburn would react to this infraction. Before she could even turn her head, I had nudged my way between Hendricks' ass cheeks and found her wet pussy with my tongue.