Authors: Noire
Chiney pushed down on the girl’s head and humped. Her juices were leaking everywhere. The girl gulped and slurped, trying to catch every drop of nookie nectar Chiney released, shivering as it spilled from her mouth and ran down her chin.
“Ahhh, shittttt….” Chiney hissed between her clenched teeth as she rotated on the girl’s twirling tongue and gently pulled on her own nipples. “You lick that shit so damn good…”
She felt a nut sparking off deep inside her pussy and her face grew flushed. Beads of sweat formed on her breasts, and soft mewing sounds fell from her slack lips. Chiney was in pussy paradise. She was an extreme squirter, and if her bitch kept it up she was gonna get a load of hot cum shot down her throat.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, urging the girl to lick her out faster. “Oh, yeah….baby please don’t stop!” And to Chiney’s delight, the girl didn’t.
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Like I said, I couldn’t see myself riding out another day in jail, but I did. I already felt like I had lost about five pounds. Most of the food was too damn nasty to eat, and I was scared all the stress was gonna make my period come down.
I had only been behind bars for a hot minute when the wolves decided to make a move on me. I still hadn’t accepted the hard bed, the scratchy blanket, or the white porcelain toilet bowl that sat all out in the middle of the floor, and those open showers were too damn much for me too.
Most of the women were just trying to wash up and get clean and they kept their focus on doing that, but there were some man-looking predators who stood around licking their lips as they schemed on our soaped-up goodies.
I didn’t have any money on my commissary account so I had to work with the hygiene items that the jailers gave me. Shampoo was out of the question, and one night while I was standing under the shower spray rubbing a rough bar of soap through my hair I noticed it had gotten real quiet all of a sudden.
I wiped at my eyes, then opened them up real quick. Almost all the other girls had gotten the hell up out the door.
I froze as this tall, dude-looking chick walked up on me butt naked. She was cinnamon brown with chiseled thighs, high titties, and a six-pack stomach. I knew from the swagger in her approach that there could be no mistaking her purpose. She was a straight-up stalker, and my heart started pounding. I had heard plenty of Big Bertha jailhouse stories about screaming chicks getting held down in the bathroom while some dyke got up in that coochie.
The girl coming toward me was real butch too. She stood over six feet, had muscles out the ass, and she wore her hair cut real low like a lot of stud females were doing these days.
I got ready to fight as she stepped up close. I didn’t know what her first move was gonna be but she wasn’t getting none of my pussy, I knew that much for sure.
I tried to cover my titties and my coochie as the mannish looking chick looked me up and down.
“What’s your name, pretty girl?” she asked smiling at me with her wolf-ass teeth. I remembered my friend Dicey telling me that the only way she had survived in prison was by demanding her respect. So I grilled that butch right back and hoped my bark was bigger than her bite.
“Don’t worry about my fuckin’ name,” I spit, swelling up and bracing my hands on my naked hips.
She had me stretched out on my back in two seconds flat. She pinned me to the wet shower floor and started feeling me up. Her hands slid all over my soapy skin. Her strong legs had me on lock.
“Get the fuck offa me!” I screamed as loud as I could. I fought like she was trying to kill me.
But she was laughing her ass off. Cracking the hell up. With her rock-hard forearm braced across my throat, she squeezed my left titty then giggled and dug her fingers up under my arm trying to tickle me.
“Bitch!” I screamed, twisting and bucking my body from side to side. “Let me go!”
We were like two soapy sumo wrestlers, arms and legs everywhere. Just like a dude, she forced my legs apart with one knee. Then she clamped my arm up above my head, and slid her hand down my stomach and thrust her middle finger deep into my pussy.
“Get off!” I snapped my knees together and bucked so hard everything except my head left the floor. “Get the fuck off!”
I started swinging wild killer blows at her. I punched her in her head about ten times, and all that bitch did was giggle. She was humping the hell out of my thigh, too. In fact, the harder I fought, the funnier that shit got to her. Grinding her wet pussy all over my leg, she grabbed at every part of me she could get hold of. I kicked at her and pulled my knees up to my chest and she reached down and dug in my stuff. I yelped and straightened my legs and she gripped my ass cheek and licked my nipple.
I started crying then. It was obvious that she wasn’t really trying to fuck me, but both of us knew she could have if she really wanted to.
In a desperate move I lunged up and bit into her shoulder. That heffah leaned down and bit me right back. I screamed and we got to tussling again. She was straight tearing me up. Every time I thought I had some wins she used her muscled up arms and pinned me back down, then tickled my sides and tried to get her fingers up inside my pussy again.
“Help!” I cried out over and over again. “Help!” I was worn out and getting weaker, but she was still cock-strong and laughing. The skin on my back was all scraped up from the rough shower grout, and I was just about to collapse in defeat when a voice boomed loud in the room.
“Psycho! Man, get the fuck up offa her!”
The dude-chick froze on top of me and I used that moment to swing my knee up between our slippery bodies and kick her dead in her chest.
She fell off me but she was in no way hurt.
“Man, why you always fuckin’ around like that?” my rescuer barked.
“I was just playing,” Psycho said in a crazy girlie high-pitched voice. “I wasn’t tryna get none. I was just tickling her that’s all.”
Playing my ass! I scooted far away from her as I could get. “You better not put your fuckin’ hands on me no more!” I screeched. “Touch me again bitch, you hear? I will kill your nasty ass!”
“Psycho didn’t mean no harm,” the chick who had come to my defense claimed. She was a dude too. Light-skinned and chunky, but real pretty in the face. “She just be playing like that sometimes.”
“Well I don’t play that shit!” I snapped climbing shakily to my feet.
All I wanted was to get the hell out of that shower. For all I knew both of these dyke bitches could be planning to jump me and take turns fucking me.
My hands were trembling as I reached for my towel and headed fast for the door. I was pumped with fear and breathing like I had just run up to the top floor in a project building.
“Yo, hold up,” the light-skinned girl said behind me.
I looked back, but I was still moving forward.
“I know you,” she said, narrowing her eyes as she peered at me. “Yo, you from Harlem, right? We went to the same high school. Your name is Juicy, ain’t it?”
I turned around and took a real good look at her. She was young. Just a little younger than me. Maybe Jimmy’s age. She was a boy. Straight duded out. But pretty. Her piercing eyes held no ill will.
“Yeah,” I said, forgetting all about the fake name I had come in the door with. “Yeah. I’m Juicy.”
She grinned real wide. “Damn, it’s been a minute girl! You probably don’t remember me ’cause I was just a sophomore when you were a senior, but I’m Chiney. Chiney Jackson. I think I’m in the cell right next door to you. Do you remember my brother Trey? They used to call him Messiah back in the day. All the girls around our way used to sweat him. Brown-skinned, mad tall, real fine. He used to ball real hard with a skinny dude from Manhattanville named Mayhem?”
She watched me run the names through my memory and come up blank.
“Well, whatever,” she said. “You might not remember me and Trey, but I know damn well you remember my other brother. His name was Cooter. Cooter Jackson. He used to work the bar over at the G-Spot.”
CHAPTER 11
I ain’t feeling this shit no more,
Nooni thought miserably as she touched that sweet spot between her legs. Truth had just gotten his nut and rolled over, but once again she had been left hanging and she needed to cum so bad it wasn’t funny.
With all the fucking, shopping, and getting high she was doing Nooni was definitely living the kind of life that she had been looking for.
Partying with ballas in the club every night was all good, but she missed the high school scene and her best friend Bubbles, and all the silly little teenage drama they used to get into.
Nooni missed her sisters too.
Yeah, Chub was fat and greedy, and Rita was all the time yapping on her to stop cutting class and to carry herself with respect, but that’s how sisters did it and Nooni was starting to realize that. Besides, she was sick of sleeping on the sofa bed in Monique’s living room. She couldn’t hardly catch a good Z the way Pluto’s fat ass snored, and the air was starting to get tight between all of them in the small apartment anyhow.
Everybody had been extra-hyped and excited when they had been plotting on how to use Nooni to get some ransom money, but now that the plan was dead there wasn’t nothing but bad attitudes and sour faces in the crib.
Mizz Salida had been real cool about it though, and she had complimented Nooni for playing her role as a kidnap victim real good. She had even given her a bunch of money and told her to buy herself an iPod, a new Android phone, and some fresh new clothes as a gift for her eighteenth birthday too.
“So what now?” she asked Truth as he lay facing the wall beside her. He had been acting real cold toward her ever since him and Monique had come back from the airport empty-handed. Nooni had heard them cursing each other out in the G-Spot, with Monique blaming Truth for fucking everything up, and him denying that shit and blaming her right back.
Nooni had been drinking at the bar while they argued. Truth came over and snatched her up, and brought her back to the quiet apartment. After taking a shower together and smoking a whole bunch of chronic, they engaged in some real strange sex.
Nooni had really wanted it to be good for both of them, but Truth had just gone for his like she wasn’t even there. There was no way she could cum with him just pounding all on her like that, in fact she hadn’t been able to cum with Truth for a minute now and that shit was real frustrating.
She had almost cried tonight as he banged her hard and furious, battering her pussy and slapping her ass cheeks so hard he left red welts on her creamy skin. She had taken the pain and rode with it, but afterward she had been dying for him to hold her, or to at least throw his leg over hers so they could snuggle and be close like a real couple. Hell, any kind of affection would have let her know that Truth was still feeling her and she wasn’t just some random piece of meat he was mashing.
“Truth!” she backhanded him on the shoulder. “I asked you what’s gonna happen now? What’s our next move?”
He mumbled something into the pillow, but he didn’t move.
“I didn’t hear you,” she said, raising up on one elbow. She put her hand on his arm and he shook her off.
“Why you acting like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you acting.”
He raised up on his elbow and spit, “What? I gotta act some special kinda way around you?”
“That’s not what I’m saying. It’s just that you been igging me a lot lately and I don’t know why. You don’t even think about how I’m feeling when we have sex, and it’s like you can’t even look me in the face or something.”