Birds Of West County Jail: Interracial Group Lesbian Erotica

"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.

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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.