Jailhouse sex...my first time.
I was 28 when I was sent to prison. I was a relative newlywedme and my then-hubby had been married only 9 months. I was sentenced first (for drug smuggling) he was sentenced later, to much more time. It was the winter of 1980 when I was driven to my first home behind bars, a minimum security federal prison camp for women. I knew I was going to be in jail for a long time. I had a 120 month (10 year) federal sentence and I was still to stand trial in the state courts (for which I received an additional 15 yearsand served nearly 10 years of that sentence). Upon admission I was assigned to a dorm with 5 other women. I was propositioned that very first day. I was shocked, embarrassed, and I cried. I was a virgin until my wedding night. Now I will spend many years fighting off lesbian advances. There was absolutely no privacy and I felt that some dyke was always looking at my body. I was sure I would be raped.
For better or worse I was never raped. But after refusing proposition after proposition for nearly 4-1/2 yearsI was tired, I was lonely, and above all I was very horny. I had heard several of my dormies (dorm-mates) making love at night after lights out. And I had masturbated with some regularity. I even got so relaxed that I participated in group masturbation with my dormies. I touched only myself, but we shared fantasies aloud and spoke of our arousal.
I was taught a great jailhouse masturbation technique by a bunkmate. We slept on very thin plastic covered mattresses.
I would remove my government-issue pale green panties and place the seamed edge of the mattress between my deprived vulva and I would rub my pubes against the textured mattress cover. I was so sex-starved that I could cum from fucking a mattress. We called it riding a horse. This was effective, but I wanted to make love. But, there was a severe male shortage where I was being forced to live. What to do?
One night, after our 11pm lights-out, I began to masturbate and I started crying because I wanted more. Rose was an older woman (about 50 at the time) who was assigned the bunk above mine. She was about 57 tall, to my 51. She had graying hair, and hair coloring was forbidden in jail. She had very large breasts and a good figure considering our starchy diet. She slid off of her bunk and sat on mine and asked me why I was crying. Two of my other dormies were on the floor making out and the other 2 were pretending to sleep.
I was honest and said that I was lonely, horny, and frustrated. She hugged me like a mother and began stroking my tangled hair. Then she began kissing my ears, then my neck, and finally my lips. I was so uneasy, I had never kissed a woman on the lips. But I wanted to, and I wanted to do more. Rose said she would love to help meI knew she was a lesbian before her incarceration, whereas most of the girls were so-called penitentiary turn-outs, women who turned to lesbian sex because there were no males about.
I told her that I wanted morebut I am uneasy.
She smiled gently and hugged me for a while and then lifted by t-shirt top over my head and began to kiss my lower neck and upper chest. Needless to say my nipples which are quite large and sensitive came to full attention in less than a second. Rose expertly began to lick, and nibble, and lightly pinch them. My under used pussy began to experience a flood of moist arousal. I could feel my clit and my labia swellmy legs involuntarily began to spread. She kissed and played with my breasts for a long timewell we were bed-checked every 30 minutes so it wasn't but a few minutes. She then took her wool blanket and laid it on the floor beneath my bunk. Took me by the hand and I laid naked on the floor. I was in real danger of being caught by a roving officer. I wanted an orgasm.
Rose sensed my intense need and lowered her face to my soaked crotch. She handed me my pillowto hide any noise I might make and she spread my swollen lips and her sweet tongue met my deprived clitty. I all but screamed. As she licked, she let her fingers explore my wet hole. Her other hand was affixed to my bosom. I began to buck and writhe with my pelvis. The sound of her wet tongue on my wet pussy was like music.
I came in waves of intense ecstasy. It was such a relief.
She removed her clothes and held me in a long exquisite naked embrace. I was so aroused and so relieved. Then she asked me if I would make love to her. I said that I would try. She suggested that we wait until after the 12-midnight bed check.
We crawled into our respective bunks and waited for the opening of the door. We pretended to be asleep.
Immediately after Officer Morales left our room and relocked the heavy steel door, Rose and I were together again. She took my trembling hands and placed them to her breasts. I had never touched another womans breasts. It was so exciting. Then she laid beneath the bunk with me, her legs spread invitingly. As my face approached her pussy, I smelled the aroma of female arousal. I had tasted my own wet fingers while masturbating, but now the fragrance was intoxicating. I used my fingers to probe her bushiness (shaving of pubic hair was forbidden and our shower schedule left little time for leg shavingbut we managed). I parted her lady lips and kissed her hooded clit. I began to lick and let my virgin fingers enter her vagina. Again, I had never touched another vagina. It was so warm and wet and tight. It hugged my finger passionately as I licked and sucked and luxuriated in our femaleness.
As I played with her my dormies were whispering words of support as they masturbated. I was finally getting admitted into the fellowship of jailhouse sex. It was still awkward. I wasnt very good at pussy lickingbut I tried my best. I think Rose kindly faked an orgasm to make me feel better. I can tell you that I didnt fake mine. Furthermore I went to sleep with her pussy dew all over my face. I dreamed of her every time I inhaled her fragrance. It was a good night.