Soft Baby


How did I get here? I seriously questioned myself as the steel bar
door slammed behind me. I looked around the cold, barren cell, two
cots, one up, one down, and a commode. The only luxury, a sink.

I lay down on the made up bunk and thought about the last five weeks
of my life. How I, a substantial, law abiding yuppy, ended up her in
the county jail. A twenty-eight-year-old housewife living in an upper
class neighborhood and, for god's sakes, a Volunteer of the Year award
from my community. Now I'm treated like a common criminal, locked up
in jail for three days.

I knew I had too much to drink that night but that wasn't why I hit
the parked car. I swerved to miss hitting a dog.

But the breathalyzer rated a .10 and a drunken driving charge was
leveled against me. My attorney virtually assured me I would get
nothing but a fine. She didn't foresee Judge Henry, whose wife was
killed by a drunk driver, deciding to make an example of me. He'd made
examples of a lot of people.

Right now, since I'm here and can't change that fact, I have to be
concerned about what Helen argued before the judge. I know it was her
job to argue for my best interest, but my concern is whether, as a
attorney, she knew what she was talking about.

Telling the judge that because of my good looks, I would be preyed on
by other ladies in the county jail. I wish she could have persuaded
the judge to put me in a half way house but that's out of the question
now.

I hope April understood when I tried to explain to her about why mommy
would be gone for three days. At least I didn't lie to her. She's a
good daughter but she's only six. Maybe I made a mistake by being so
blunt with her.

Bill, well he was Bill. Take your punishment, accept it, and go on
with your life. He's not the one sitting in this god-forsaken place.
He's just being practical, and he is a good husband. Thank god for
that.

"Ginny," I was startled from my thoughts by a loud, shrill voice.
"Ginny, I'm so sorry about this." It was my attorney. I crawled off
the bunk, meeting her at the steel bars.

"I tried my best Ginny. Just got the wrong judge. I had to come down
here to give you some free advice. How's everything going so far?"

"I've been here less that an hour Helen," I said exasperated. "I'm
sorry. It's alright so far. I know this isn't your fault. If it
doesn't get any worse than this I can stand it."

"It will get worse," Helen said sincerely. "I defend clients in here
on a daily basis. I know what transpires in this place. I wasn't
making that up, the part about you being preyed on. It's going to
happen. You'll have two, maybe three cell mates before the afternoon
is over with. You can almost bet on it. "

"Well what am I supposed to do about it?" I whimpered as tears rolled
down my cheeks. "I'm here and that's it."

"I'm going to give you the same advice I give all my clients who are
in here for the first time Ginny. You want to leave here physically
unhurt. That's the main thing. The best way to do that is don't fight
it. These girls are going to come on to you. You can't stop it. If you
fight they'll hurt you, then rape you. Whatever you do they're going
to get what they want. And nobody in here is going to stop it."

"What are you saying? I should just go along with it. Have sex with
these, these people. I can't do that Helen. My god, what are they,
animals!?"

"They have nothing to lose Gnny, or most of them don't. Just let them
have their way, That way you have your best chance of not getting
hurt. Just think of your daughter. She don't need a mother whose been
maimed over a three day visit in county jail."

"Jesus Helen, I don't...God what a mess. I have to let women play with
my body like a piece of meat just to save my body from being hurt?
What about my psyche Helen. How do I get out of here with that
unscathed."

"You'll manage Ginny. Believe me. You'll survive. I'm just giving you
my best advice. I hope you take it. Listen, give me a call when you
get out and let me know how you are. I have to run, court date in
twenty minutes. Hang in there girl. Okay?"

"Yes, yes, okay," I said dejectedly. "You better go. You'll miss your
appointment. I'll call you."

I watched as she walked down the hall and disappeared. I tried not to
show it but I was really scared.

I lay down again, mulling all this in my mind. It was so peaceful at
the moment I tried to put all this sex stuff out of my mind. I must
have dozed off. I was roused by the clanking of the cell door.

"Come on, get in there," I heard the guard order the two women as she
pushed them into the cell. The door slammed and the guard, like my
attorney, disappeared down the hall.

For a moment there was silence. I didn't move from the cot.

Suddenly, one of them spoke. "Look how soft she is Ginger," the dark
headed one said. "She looks like she has the skin of a teenager. And
those clothes. Didn't get those at K-mart did ya honey?"

I arose from the cot and moved to a corner of the cell. I didn't
answer her. They look like hookers to me, I thought to myself. At
least they're clean looking, but their perfume, cheap and fruity. I
wondered how they could wear that stuff and not get nauseated after
awhile.

"You're a real lady aren't you?" Ginger directed her question to me.
"What did you do, kill your husband?"

They both laughed.

"I'm just trying to do my three days for drunk driving," I said in a
quivering voice. I want to stay out of trouble so I can get out and
get back to my child. I want to be a decent mother to my daughter."

That's good, I thought to myself. Appeal to their basic instinct of
motherhood.

"Your a mother, huh? I had a mother once. Beat me everyday till I was
sixteen. That's the year I put her light's out."

Ginger laughed at her friends bravado. "Me too, Ginger said. "Bitch is
dead now. Just as well. She wasn't much of a mother to me," her voiced
trailed off as she appeared to be thinking about a love lost a long
time ago.

Footsteps were coming down the hall. A guard appeared, opened the cell
door and let us know it was dinner time. As we followed her towards
the dining hall the dark head whispers to me. "They're going to be
trying to make you in there, Soft Girl. You had better stick close to
me and Ginger if you want to be safe. It's up to you."

Sounded like good advice to me. I stuck right next to them all through
dinner. And they were right. The catcalls and whistles directed at me
were numerous. Strange as it may sound I actually felt honored. I
guess everyone likes there ego stroked, especially when so many seem
to be confirming your appealing appearance. Really, though, I knew it
was sick.

Back in the cell both Ginger and I let Terri, the dark headed girl,
decide our sleeping arrangements.

"Ginger, you take the top bunk, the Soft Baby will sleep with me."

I was petrified. Helen's advice came back to me. Just don't fight it,
don't get hurt.

I started to climb into bed.

"Take your clothes off Soft Baby. We ain't going to bite."

Terri wasn't going to let me get away with staying dressed.

"You don't sleep dressed at home do you?" she said sarcastically.

"No," I mumbled.

I tried not to look as they undressed. I turned my back to them as I
removed my skirt and sweater and hung them neatly at the end of the
bed.

I watched as Ginger climbed to the upper bunk, her firm round butt
staring me in the face. The thought crossed my mind that they must
make good money as prostitutes; they were both young and attractive.

Terri had me crawl in first. I was pinned in between her and the wall.

She snuggled up close to me. "Hey Ginger, you can't believe how soft
this babe is. God what smooth skin."

I felt her hand caress my arm, acting genuinely impressed by my soft,
perfect skin.

I felt her breath on my neck. "God, you smell so good," she whispered.

My whole body was rigid. I wasn't moving a muscle. Her mouth was on
mine.

"Kiss me," she murmured. "I want to feel those luscious lips on mine."

My mouth was tightly shut. I didn't know what to do. I could feel my
heart beating rapidly, so scared I couldn't move.

Her tongue was licking my lips, darting around, looking for away to
penetrate my mouth.

"Don't fight this Soft Baby, she whispered again. "This is going to
happen."

"Ohhh," I yelped when she pinched my left nipple. Her tongue, so
precise, darted in.

Her kiss, her tongue, surprised me. Soft and tender, not rough like I
thought it would be. I began to think I could stand this as my body
warmed to her touch.

She pulled away for a second, her mouth lowered to my breast. I let
out a faint moan as she nipped and sucked my nipple the way I most
enjoyed. And she was doing it better than any man had ever done it for
me. She was like an expert in foreplay and I closed my eyes and lost
myself in this wonderful feeling for the moment.

Her tongue trailed down my stomach. I knew what was coming. I heard
her inhale as to breath the scent of my panties and my now moist
pussy. She moaned her approval when, ever so slightly, spread my
thighs submissively.

"That's it Soft Baby," she cooed. "Give it up to Terri. Ohh baby, you
smell so...." her tongue now on the crotch of my panties.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned louder.

My moan was met with the guttural grunts coming from the cot above.
Ginger was doing her best to pleasure herself. It sounded if she were
succeeding.

"Eat her baby," I hear Ginger direct Terri. "Eat that clean cunt
bitch. Does she taste good baby?"

"Oh yea," Terri hissed. "God, best pussy I ever had, so sweet."

Ginger's moans from above grew louder.

I felt Terri remove my panties. She began fingering me slow and
rhythmically while her slurping lips on my clit suckled me like she
would a raw oyster.

My body was now in full response. Pleasure was everywhere. My hips
heaved against Terri's mouth, her fingers sinking deeper into me with
each thrust.

Suddenly a womanly smell engulfed my nostrils as a furry ball wrapped
around my lips. Ginger had abandoned her cot for her share of
pleasure, straddling my face and squatting directly onto my mouth. Her
pussy, already dripping, deposited freely over my lips. So vulgar, so
intoxicating.

I began imitating Terri, fingering Ginger's cunt while my mouth, as
inexperienced as it was, found her clit and rolled it between my lips.
I must have done something right because Ginger was now moaning
uncontrollably.

"Suck me baby, she mewed. "Suck meeeeeeeeeee."

Suddenly, like a bolt of from the blue, my own body stiffened,
convulsed, causing me to slam my cunt against Terri's mouth
uncontrollably. She grabbed my ass cheeks and held her mouth to me,
her lips humming my clit to a quivering little knot.

I came like never before, nothing ever feeling this dark and depraved,
delirious and delicious all wrapped in one. My body ached from such an
intense orgasm, till finally it waned.

I now concentrated on the flavored juices flowing between my lips as
Ginger gushingly served up to me her wet, wet orgasm.

We all three lay together, exhausted, but not to tired to repeat again
and again, long into the night.

My three day stay was one long slut fest. I think I had sex with seven
different women, each a rapture never experienced by me before.

When I arrived home I smelled of sex. I inhaled the stale aroma as I
stood in my bedroom. I stroked myself as I filled the tub with hot
water and oil. As I slid into the tub I pondered my last three days
and how it may change my life forever.

Life seemed to go on as usual in our house. Bill laughed and teased me
about being his little jail bird. April didn't act like she missed me
at all. But why would they think any different. As far as they knew, I
sat in a jail cell for three days and came home. Extracurricular
activities never entered my husband's mine.

I even called Helen, my attorney. She acted surprised when I told her
my three days were pretty uneventful.

Anyway, I picked up where I left off. Shopping and lunch with friends,
helping at my daughter's school when they had any kind of events, and
attending other functions at the many clubs and women's groups I
belonged too. I shouldn't forget golf either. I played at least three
mornings a week and life was never better....

Or so I thought. I teed off this morning with my two friends, Carol,
Betty and a new girl who just joined the club. She was young, 22 or 23
years old. I've had my moments since jail but this girl lit my lust
button the minute I saw her. God, the long tanned legs, the white
socks accentuating her sinewy calves, I just couldn't take my eyes off
of her. By the time I left the golf course I was soaking wet.

I went home and masturbated twice, which helped. By 8 o'clock that
night I was fully sexed again. I had a quick meeting to attend
downtown and as soon as it was done I cruised the area where the
prostitutes gathered. I was looking for Terri. I found Ginger.

I pulled over too the curb and watched as she walked toward me. What a
slut, I thought to myself as I watched her try to score on some guy in
the car in front of me. She was wearing a skirt so short it didn't
leave much to the imagination and thigh high white stockings.

I honked my horn to get her attention. She strolled back to my car and
stuck her head in the passenger window.

"Soft Baby," she said when she recognized me. "How ya doing babe? What
you doing down in this part of town?"

"Just happen to be driving by," I said, "and saw you on the street.
Thought I would stop and say hello. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing great. It's good to see you."

"Jump in, let's take a ride," I said trying to act casual.

She got in the car and I pulled out into the street. "You want to eat
my pussy don't you?" Ginger said seductively.

Without waiting for an answer she told me to pull into a nearby alley.
We drove about 100 feet when she told me to stop. It was dark, a
street light a block away allowed only a silhouette of our bodies.

She slid of the car and walked to my side, opened my door and spread
her legs. "Here you go Soft Baby, get down and suck Ginger's ripe
pussy. Come on, I don't have all night."

I slid out of the car to my knees, my mouth went straight to her cunt.
She wasn't wearing panties so I quickly had my tongue up in her, my
nose bobbing her clit for added pleasure.

"Oh God, baby do me, do me girl," she said as I slurped her hairy
gash, I noticed a strange new taste to her weeping cunt. Not
distasteful, just different.

In short order she began to come. She filled my mouth till cum juice
was dribbling from the corners of my mouth. No girl could come this
much, I thought to myself, It just continued to flow. I licked her
legs, up in the crack of her ass till I was sure she was clean.

I stood up, thinking she would go down on me. She didn't. She extended
her leg and told me to hump it to get off. She was now all fidgety and
urging me to hurry up. I had my hands around her neck, humping her leg
like a dog when she whispered in my ear. "Did you ever see so much cum
from a girl before Soft Baby?"

"No," I whimpered. "But I loved it."

'You sucked the deposit of nine men out me, Soft Baby. You sucked all
their cum right out of me."

I immediately began to cum. I fucked her leg like a mad woman. When
she told me that it pushed me right over the edge. It was the most
depraved thing I had ever heard, let alone do.

I came all over her thigh high stocking but she didn't seem to mind.
All she was interested in was getting back on the street and making
money. I dropped her where I picked her up and went home. At least I
wasn't horny any more or, for now at least.

The next morning Bill was feeling amorous, mornings being his favorite
time for sex. For me it was becoming mechanical, faking passion for
the sake of my marriage. But I was fascinated by the new lust I felt,
the latent desires I now had for particular women. It seems so vulgar,
so depraved and dirty, yet I gambled my marriage last night for the
pleasure it brought me. I also knew it was of no use to vow never to
do it again. I could, at the very least, try not tempting fate by
doing it in a public alley again!

I thought about the new girl I played golf with yesterday and
shuddered with anticipation of seeing her again today. I didn't have a
clue on how to seduce another woman, knowing I would have to lust
after her from afar. I just couldn't take a chance around the club and
my circle of friends.

It seemed strange not having April around and made a mental note to
write her a letter to see how she was enjoy summer camp. Unlike the
other girls who climbed on the bus to Camp Weneche she was eager to
go. I was happy to see she was so adventurous.

At 1:30 pm I teed off the first green with my friends and the new
girl. I say girl but she was actually a young married woman. She just
seemed like such a young girl to me.

She did not disappoint. The skirt she was wearing was shorter and
tighter than the day before. My god, her legs were so long and tanned,
her ass so round and tight... get a grip, I warned myself.

On the seventh hole, Sarah, the girl's name, hit her tee shot off into
the woods. When we reached the point in the fairway where her ball
entered the out of bounds area I walked in with her to help search for
her ball. We found it without too much effort in the dark underbrush.

"Ginny," Sarah called out to me. "You think anyone can see us here in
the woods?"

I looked around. "No, It's pretty hidden in here," I replied. "Why?"

"I have to pee," she said giggling. "Would you watch out for me?"

She immediately wiggled her tight skirt up to her waist, pulled her
panties down to her knees and stooped down in the brush. With her legs
spread I could see her mound, all covered with soft blonde hair,
parted in the middle by her moist, pink slit.

She startled me. "Do you have any Kleenex?" she asked for the second
time.

"No, no I don't," I said. What I wanted to say was, Who needs Kleenex?
You can use my tongue!

"Oh well," she said, matter-of-factly, as she arose, pulling her
panties up tight into her lovely crotch. I watched as the wet spot
spread, and suddenly I had this insane idea I might be able to steal
those panties when we all changed in the locker room later. Another
one of those perverse thoughts that was liable to push me over the
edge again. Christ, my panties were already soaked, I did not need to
make them any wetter.

I never got her panties, putting it out of my mind to even try. But I
got the next best thing!

As we walked to our cars Sarah informed us that her husband was out of
town on business. She wanted to know if any of us, or all of us, would
like to go to dinner and a movie later in the evening. My other two
friends begged off, kids, husband, middle of the week. Not me. I
accepted immediately.

We made arrangements for me to pick her up at her home around 7:00 pm.
Dinner and a 9:00 pm movie. I wanted to masturbate when I arrived home
but refrained, just in case the night got interesting. I knew in my
heart of hearts that chances of anything happening were next to nil.
One can hope, I suppose.

We had a lovely dinner and I found out more about her. Married right
out of college, Husband had a good job in a family business. Even as a
young couple I gathered they were well off financially.

She was like me, from a small community in the Mid-West, attended a
large college and met her husband there. Unlike me, I got the distinct
impression she might have been a wild one in high school and college.

The movie was alright, nothing spectacular. It was all I could do not
to touch her as she sat in the theater, her legs crossed showing off
her milky thigh. And her perfume, so slight you were drawn to her to
capture more of the aroma.

By the time we arrived at my car I was burning up. A dangerous plan
was buzzing in my head. I knew I would play it out to see what it
would produce, if anything.

As we drove down the boulevard she didn't seem to pay any attention to
where we were. I slowed down as we cruised the inside lane through the
red light district. When I spotted Terri and Ginger I honked the horn.
They both looked up, recognizing me and waved.

Sarah took this all in. "Who are those two girls?" she asked. "They
look like they're prostituting. Do you know them?"

"Yes, I know them," I said. "It's a long story on how I met them.
They're actually pretty nice girls. Just had tough breaks in life."

Sarah didn't say anything for awhile. Finally, as if she were going to
burst, spoke out in frustration. "Well are you going to tell me or
not?" she asked. "We have plenty of time for a long story."

I knew I was treading dangerously but I was so horny I threw caution
to the wind.

"I met them in jail," I said.

There was a long silence.

"Your kidding, right," she said laughing nervously.

I said nothing.

"What...Do I have to pull this story out of you one word at a time?"
she said impatiently.

"I was arrested on a DWI one night," I exclaimed. The judge, being a
hard ass, give me three days in jail. I was in over a weekend. I
shared a cell with those two girls."

"Wow, oh my god," Sarah said in amazement. "That's wild, I mean really
wild. Was it like.... you know, in the movies. Did the women put the
hit on you?"

"Yes, I whispered. "And they don't take no for an answer if you know
what I mean."

"You mean you had sex with those two back there?" she gasped. I can't
believe it. Go back and drive by them again. I want to see them
again."

"Why?' I asked as I took a right at the next corner. I was already on
my way back.

"I just want to see them," she said.

"You want to stop and talk to them?" I asked. I held my breath for her
answer. My cunt was soaking, I could smell myself.

"Do you want to?" she asked barely audible.

"I don't mind," I said. I don't hold anything against them. "They're
actually nice girls. They just live in a different world than you and
I."

"Okay, let's stop," she said.

As we turned the corner I could only hope they would still be there.
They were.

As I pulled up to the curb they sauntered over, all decked out in
their thigh high stocking, mini skirts and halter tops.

"Hey Soft Baby," Terri said as she leaned in the window. Her firm
round tits, now fully exposed, hung inches from Sarah's face.

"My, my, who do you have with you here girl, Softer Baby? Hi Softer
Baby," Terri said to Sarah. "You're looking fine tonight. Both of you
are looking fine. You ladies looking for some action?"

Sarah glanced at me.

"Uhh, no, I don't think so," Sarah said hesitantly. "We weren't, were
we Ginny?"

"It's up to you..."

"Hey," Terri interrupted me. "You didn't come down here to just say
hello. Now unlock the goddamn the back door and let us in."

Within minutes we were driving down the boulevard, Terri directing me
to an unknown destination. We finally pulled up in front of a rundown
apartment house. I looked at Sarah. She was sitting there, trance
like, waiting for the other shoe to fall.

When we reached the apartment door and entered, Sarah suddenly spoke,
"Is this where you bring your customers?"

"This is where we live you stupid bitch," Ginger piped up. "This ain't
fancy enough for you?'

"I'm sorry," Sarah exclaimed. "It's nice."

Terri opened a cookie jar on a shelf and pulled out several joints.
"Who wants a smoke?" she asked as she lit one for herself. She took a
long drag and handed it to Sarah. To my amazement Sarah took a hit,
walked off with the joint and sat down on the couch.

Terri lit another one for herself. Ginger standing behind the couch,
began massaging Sarah's neck. Her hands slowly slipped over Sarah's
shoulders, cupping her ample breast.

"No, don't touch me," Sarah said pulling away. "I just want to watch,
that's all.'

"Oh, she just want's to watch does she," Terri said sarcastically.
"Little Softer Baby just wants to watch."

Terri sauntered over in front of Sarah and pushed her down on the
couch. As Ginger held Sarah's arms Terri forced a kiss on her, her
tongue licking her face and nose, eventually sliding it into her
mouth.

Sarah squirmed and fought, eventually just lay there moaning as the
two whores hands roamed over her body, pinching and caressing her
tits, her creamy thighs, her perfectly luscious mound.

I knew I was beyond the point of no return. My hand was under my
skirt, three fingers buried in my cunt. I was standing in the middle
of the room masturbating!

The two whores had Sarah's blouse open, her succulent tits exposed.
Their lips found her hard nipples, biting and licking till Sarah's
moans filled the room. Terri, with her left hand, unzipped Sarah's
skirt. Sarah, now unencumbered by the tight skirt, spread her thighs
submissively.

"You ever eat this fine pussy?" Terri directing her question at me.
"Look at this blonde-haired pussy. You ever seen anything so fine?"

"No," I stammered. "No I never... you know, ooohh God yes it's sooooo
fine."

"Come her, Soft Baby," Terri directed me. "It's all yours. Come on
now."

I dropped to my knees and buried my face between Sarah's widening
thighs. I could smell the pussy juice oozing from her slit, my tongue
relishing it's texture as it coated my tongue.

Sarah's hips began to thrust upwards, slowly at first, then quickening
as her orgasm approached. I heard her scream and I knew her pleasure.
I grabbed her ass cheeks, gluing my mouth to her slit so as not to
miss a thrust or a drop. She came again and again until Terri dragged
me away.

As I lay on my back on the floor Terri straddled my head and lowered
her cunt to my mouth. Her familiar, cheap perfume filled my nostrils,
and I loved it. From the corner of my eye I could see Ginger sitting
astride Sarah's head. The little uppity slut was slurping the whore's
cunt like her last meal. I didn't realize it at the time but my life
was being changed forever, someone else in my circle of friends was
being exposed to the pleasures of perverted lust.