Then the brunette moved down, running her tongue along the blonde’s balls, bouncing the balls gently with her tongue. Then she licked up the shaft, keeping her tongue soft and moving it along the blonde’s urethra. The blonde was apparently in heaven, she was moaning loudly and hugging her big breasts tightly. Then the brunette’s mouth moved back over the pink tip of the blonde’s cock and she plunged it again into her mouth. She continued to swirl her tongue around of the blonde’s cock.
“Oh fuck me!” the blonde suddenly screamed out. Her entire body went rigid and her eyes squeezed even tighter shut. I looked down at the brunette and saw her mouth wasn’t moving. I saw the cock in her mouth quivering as it shot a big load into her mouth. She kept gently rubbing the blonde’s balls while the sperm filled her mouth. Finally the blonde’s body relaxed, and she fell down gently onto the bed.
“Give it back,” the blonde said tersely. The brunette got up off her knees and leaned over the blonde on the bed. I thought she was about to lean in for a kiss but instead, the blonde opened her mouth. The brunette started to spit the thick, white cum out, letting it fall from her mouth in a long, stringy drop of cum and spit. The first bit landed on the blonde’s lip and teeth, she giggled and readjusted herself, letting the rest of the liquid pour into her mouth. When the last of the cum was out of her mouth, the brunette stuck out her tongue to show that it was all gone and turned towards the door.
That was the first anyone noticed me. The brunette girl wiped her hand across her lips and just sort of gave me a look. I wondered if she was looking down at my blue pants and seeing the raging boner I was sporting. That was, like, the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Even with all the weird stuff that had happened to me that day, this was the strangest. I was aroused… you know by people. Maybe I wasn’t just transgender, maybe I was transsexual (and hey, is that a better way to use that word? It makes more sense, like heterosexual like opposite sex, homosexuals like the same sex, and transsexuals like someone with transitioned sex, think about it).
Anyway, the brunette went to walk passed me and I moved to get out of her way, “sorry,” I said but she just kept moving like she didn’t hear me.
“You don’t have to be polite to her,” the blonde said from her bed. She was still naked, and lounging comfortably in the bed. Her cock was soft now and it was coiled neatly against her leg. Somehow, she looked even sexier. She must’ve seen me blushing and staring because she quickly started to get dressed.
“What do you mean?” I said, trying to sputter out something approaching a conversational tone.
“That chick,” the blonde said, slipping her pants on, “she ain’t my girlfriend or anything. She just owed me twenty bucks.” And then she slipped her shirt over her head and walked over to me.
“What?” I started but she extended her hand and smiled at me. I took her hand.
“My name is McKenzie Harper,” she said, shaking my hand twice, then sitting back down on the bed.
“That girl was… sucking your dick because she owed you twenty dollars?” I said and she blushed and laughed.
“Well she owed me 20 bucks, she didn’t have it, so we cut a deal,” she explained. What the hell kind of place had I gotten myself into?
“Oh…” I said, taking a seat on the toilet. Had to keep my head straight, this was like some sort of weird sex dream.
“You are…” she began for me, and I realized that despite the fact that she just told me she’d forced a girl to fellate her in exchange for forgiving debt, she was trying to be polite.
“Oh, I am Odessa…” I started.
“Ko! I knew it!” she said and she smiled wide, “We all watched your trial on TV. You look shorter in person.” She said. I didn’t know what to think. Was this going to make me a celebrity or a pariah in this place. I didn’t know if I wanted to be either.
“Yeah, that’s me,” I said weakly.
“They told me I was getting a new roommate today, but I didn’t realize I’d be getting YOU!” she said and I didn’t know if I liked how excited she got, “I can’t wait to show you around!”
After being introduced to my beautiful new roommate McKenzie by watching her get her dick sucked in exchange for forgiving a debt, I kind of wanted to crawl into my bed and sleep away the rest of the day. This was a completely alien world, and hostile. But she was too damned friendly.
“Come on, they won’t lock us in the cells for a few more hours, lets go meet everyone,” she said helpfully. I thought for a minute that it would be nice to know everyone else. Maybe McKenzie could tell me the people to avoid. Unless, maybe, she was one of those people.
McKenzie was dressed again and she somehow made the blue pants, white shirt thing look sexy. She tied her shirt up under her breasts and slung her pants low, exposing her flat stomach and wide hips. I looked down at myself, the one time semi-famous singer, and saw how shabby I looked in my baggy pants and loose shirt. I wished I had McKenzie’s sense of style with this. Maybe it was something you learned.
We walked out of our cell and I just sort of followed behind McKenzie. She shouted to people across the way, worked the room like a politician or something. I tried not to get in the way. Finally, we made our way down the stairs and took a seat at one of the tables closest to the television. I sat down across from her. I was about to try to come up with some sort of conversation when two other girls came and sat down at our table with us.
The girl who sat down next to McKenzie was very pretty. She was a light-skinned black girl with big brown eyes and dreamy pink lips. Her face was angular, fierce, and sexy. She had long black hair, straightened, and small 32-B breasts. She was probably only 5’3, so much shorter than McKenzie, but taller than me. She had a narrow build, but big hips and a big butt.
The girl who sat down next to me was spectacularly beautiful. She wasn’t just the prettiest t-girl I’d ever seen, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She was Indian, with long black hair and smooth, dusky skin. Her eyes were large and brown but they seemed to shimmer when she looked at you. Her eye lashes were very long and her features were perfect. Her nose was small and upturned; her lips were pouty and pink. Her breasts were quite large, 36-C and her body was stunning. Even in her prison uniform I could see she had the build of an underwear model, with a round butt, toned stomach, long legs, the whole nine yards. I’d never seen anyone so attractive in my life. She was around 5’4 and 120lbs. I knew I was staring at her, and she sort of blushed shyly and looked away.
“Well everyone,” McKenzie said, clearly this was her clique, “I’d like you all to meet Odessa…”
“Ko!” the black girl said. I was a celebrity, “I recognize you from Nancy Grace. You’re shorter than you looked on television.”
“Everyone says that,” I said nervously, and then it took her hand and shook it.