From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Jailbait (Mf, teen)
Date: 3 Jan 1996 04:39:49 GMT

			       Jailbait

	I just turned eighteen last month and can best describe myself
as 5'5", long brown hair (down to the crack of my ass), and vital
statistics of 37C-24-36. I don't like to boast, but I do turn some
heads when I wear my bikini on the beach. My story starts with a
couple of my girl friends and I celebrating my seventeenth birthday
last year. There were three of us and we had the wild notion that it
would be fantastic to go to the local night club to celebrate. Since
we were all under age, we began to think of how we could get some fake
i.d... Marsha, my closest friend, said that her cousin could fix us up
and sure enough, she did!

	Tina, the third member of our teenage trio, drove us to the
club in her father's new Camaro. We really thought we were hot shit,
three beautiful, sexy babes in a brand new Camaro cruising up to the
hottest night spot around. We were carded as we approached the club
door and the bouncer gave us a look of disbelief as he reviewed each
of our fake license. Marsha, the bold one, leaned up against the
bouncer and pulled her blouse out so he could look inside. She asked
him, "Do these look like something a minor would have?" The rough
looking guy lifted one of Marsh's braless tits and then motioned us
inside.

	This nightclub is very popular with the twenty-one to thirty
crowd and is usually full with young studs looking for babes to score
with. I was a little nervous about being in that sort of place, but
that soon disappeared after I had a couple of drinks in me. I was
surprised at how many guys wanted to buy us drinks. We were starting
to have a lot of fun flirting with the guys and teasing them with
quick flashes of tit and ass. Then the fun was over. I heard someone
yell, "Cops!" and there was a scurry for the exits. The club lights
came on full and a loud, deep voice said, "Police! Everybody stay were
you are!" My girl friends and I were still sitting at the bar and
looked at each other with terrified expressions.

	Marsha whispered to me that we were OK. She said that our
I.D.s were good enough for that bouncer and anyone else. Several
officers were walking around the club, checking identification and
just before one got to me, I saw a hand slip something into my purse,
which was on the bar behind me.

	I didn't have time to see what had happened when a young
policeman asked me for my I.D... I lifted my purse and reached in for
my wallet, but as I pulled it out a bag of grass fell out onto the
floor. All I could say was, "Hey! Someone put that in my purse! I saw
someone do it!" I was about to cry.

	Well, the police didn't believe my story but they did believe
my I.D. I was arrested on possession and taken down to the station. I
was trying to explain that I was only seventeen and had fake I.D... I
thought that at least, as a minor, I wouldn't be put in jail. I was
wrong!

	My folks were out of town and I couldn't think of anyone to
call. I was terrified. After some paper work was completed and finger
prints taken, I was transported to county jail. I cried the whole way
and wondered how this could be happening to me. At the county jail, I
was told to remove my clothes and was searched by a very uninterested
jail matron. She put on a disposable, latex glove and ran her finger
deep into my pussy and asshole. I shook through the entire procedure,
but the matron didn't seem to care the slightest. I was given back my
clothes and was taken to what they called a holding cell.

	There were about eight or nine women in the cell and they gave
me a strange look as I entered. I was told to take a seat and that I
would have a chance to see the judge when my turn came. I found an
empty bench against the wall and sat there sobbing with my head in my
lap. One of the women in the cell yelled for me to shut up. She said,
"Some of us want to get some sleep, so shut your hole, bitch!" I
suppressed my sobs and waited for what seemed like hours before a
matron came and called my name.

	I was led down a long hall to a small cell at the end. I asked
the matron if I would be seeing the judge soon and she replied,
"Listen, cunt, I told you the judge wont be in `til tomorrow. But if
you cooperate maybe I can arrange for you to see him first." I said,
"Oh yes, please!

	I'll do anything to get out of here!" The matron said, "Good.
Now give me your bra and panties!" I was confused and shook my head.
The matron then said, "Look if you don't want to cooperate I can see
to it that you stay in here all weekend, bitch! I'll go back and get
one of the other sluts from up front. Any of them will be glad to take
your place!"

	I said, "No! I'll cooperate." I removed my panties and took my
bra off from underneath my blouse. Then the matron said, "OK. Now, in
a few minutes a guard will come down here and you make sure your ass
is pushed up against those bars." She pointed to the cell door. I just
looked at her in disbelief and she laughed as she locked the door
behind her.

	I paced the floor of my cell, wondering when the guard I was
told about would arrive. Soon I heard footsteps coming down the hall
and I did as I was told. I pressed my back to the bars, clenched my
fists, and shut my eyes while I tried to cope with my fear. I sound of
the foot steps stopped behind me and I could hear heavy breathing. I
began to tremble as I felt a hand rubbing up and down my thigh. Then
the breathing got closer and faster and I felt two hands reach around
me and fondle my tits through my blouse.

	The man's voice whispered, "Um! These are some great tits you
got bitch." Then he reached under my blouse and began hefting and
kneading my breasts. One tit was dropped and the free hand moved to my
ass. I felt my skirt being pulled up and then the large, rough fingers
found their way to my pussy. I tensed up and tightened my ass cheeks.
The voice next to my ear then whispered, "Remember what the matron
said, you better cooperate if you want out of here!" I shakily relaxed
my ass and moved my feet apart. One hand was still squeezing my tit as
I heard a zipper being pulled down. A finger began running along the
opening to my cunt and then I felt my clit being rolled between a
thumb and forefinger. The breathing in my ear was louder now and
groans were coming from the man's throat.

	I just wanted the whole terrifying thing over with so I spread
my feet farther apart and bent over at the waist. The hand mauling my
tit continued as I leaned forward and the fingers at my pussy pushed
deeper passed the outer folds of skin. The man whispered, "Now, that's
better. You're going to like what I got for you!" Then I felt the knob
of the man's cock press against my cunt. He dropped my other tit and
placed both hands on my hips. I heard him give a groan as my ass was
pulled tight against the bars and his cock began its penetration into
me. I squealed as the cock was pushed into me, it felt like I was
being fucked with a baseball bat! The man screwing me muttered,
"Arrggg! This cunt is so God Damned tight, bitch!" Then he sank the
remainder of his huge dick into me. I was in a state of shock. My mind
was blank.

	I felt waves of sensations running from deep in my cunt all
the way up my spine. I was moaning and gasping for air. I reached up,
tore my blouse open and clenched my tits. I was chewing on my lower
lip as the fat cock pulled out of me and then quickly buried itself
again. Over and over the man rammed his meat into me and then drug it
back out. I was out of my mind and was bouncing my ass off of the
steel bars. I reached between my legs and grabbed the man's swinging
ball sack and he reached under me to grab my swinging tits. He let out
a loud grunt as he drilled into me one final time before pumping his
cum into me.

	I felt his balls twitching in my hand as jet after jet of hot
semen filled my cunt. My tits were released and my ass was pushed off
of the giant cock. I fell to my knees and stared at the man's jizm
running out of my totally fucked twat.

	I was catching my breath and turned to look at who had just
fucked the shit out of me. When I looked up I freaked out at what I
saw. It was a huge black cock, shimmering with my juices, and dripping
with long stings of cum. I looked up to the man's face and he said,
"You white girls sure do like my big ole black dick, now don't you?" I
just stared with my mouth wide open and the man said, "Now how about
cleaning me up with that pretty mouth of yours!" Then he stuck the
awesome black, cum covered cock through the bars. I licked his meat
clean as I watched it grow stiff again. He said, "MMMM! I love to see
that beautiful white mouth making over my black cock!" Then he grabbed
my head and fucked my throat until he jerked and fired hot streams of
his sperm into my stomach.

	I collapsed and didn't come around until the jail matron came
for me the next day. She looked down at me with my skirt up around my
waist, my sticky twat exposed, blouse torn and tits in plain view, and
said, "Well, the guard told me you cooperated so well, last night,
that he's got a couple of buddies that would like to visit you
tonight!"

	I screamed at her and said, "You said I would get to see the
judge today!"

	She gave me a false look of apology and said, "Oh dear. I
forgot that today was Sunday and that the judge wouldn't be in until
Monday. Oh, well. I guess you'll just have to `cooperate' one more
night!" She left me there, and I could hear her laughing all the way
down the long hall.