I was sent to jail when I was 20 years old. I was into drugs, passing bad checks, stealing from my family. After smashing a girl's windshield in a drunken rage I found myself in front of the same old judge once again expecting the same old thing. I was shocked when she revoked my probation and sent me to jail to finish out a previous sentence. I was away for eight months. Looking back I see how much it helped me. I got my GED, got clean and since getting out I graduated college, married and have a wonderful husband and family. Very very few people are aware that I went to jail back then.

Lately I've been thinking of my time in jail and wishing I could relive one aspect of it. I was a young pretty blond who was all alone when I went in. Quite a few of the women in there hit on me after I arrived. I thought they were gross but after a month or so alone I tried to make a few friends. It gets awful lonely in there and not having anyone made things very difficult. I made friends with several different women including a black girl who was my age and two married white women in their thirties who were in for bad checks.

None of them ever pressured me for sex in any way but I found myself thinking about and missing it constantly. One day when the black girl and I were alone in my dorm, she started kissing me and I went alone. It was very nice. We made out for a while before she lifted my shirt and kissed and sucked on my breasts and rubbed my pussy. I was fumbling around but did squeeze her breasts and felt her ass. She eventually removed my pants, pulled aside my panties and ate and fingered me to a long needed orgasm.

Afterward she said now me. She dropped her pants, spread her legs and moved my head right between her legs. The first think that struck me was the musky odor of her vagina which was very strong. I was shocked when I first saw her pussy. I'd never seen one up close like that and it was odd to see the lips peeking out at me while I could smell it giving away her state of arousal. I was uncertain but felt I owed her and didn't want to disappoint her. She knew it was my first time and was very patient. When my tongue first tasted her she was tangy and distasteful. I was very slow to lick and kiss it but she talked me through it. Before long I was licking and sucking her clit as she encouraged me. It took awhile but she eventually came which was a thrill for me having accomplished something wonderful.

She and I had oral sex regularly after that. I loosened up and eventually found myself not only enjoying the making out and play that led up to the sex but found that I really enjoyed both the receiving and giving. I loved the feel, the taste, the reactions of her body to my touch. By the time she was released, I was very good at and very used to eating pussy. Over my last few months I kept at it having sex with four other women including my two older friends who were very aggressive with me which is one of the things I've been thinking about.

After I was released I didn't think about girls anymore. I went right back to men and eventually met my husband who is a pretty straight laced guy. Lately though thoughts of pussy have been entering my mind frequently. I've been fantasizing about finding my old friends and experiencing their wonderful pussies again. A few women we hang with like to make lesbian jokes pretend to like me to mess with the guys. Little do they know how wet it makes me and how hard I could make them cum if they ever really climbed into bed with me.

I'm not sure how I can possibly tell my husband that lately my thoughts are consumed with my burning desire to eat pussy.