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HERE I was in juvenile detention surrounded by my other fellow mates, well a few of them were my mates the other ones I could care less about them.
There's this one girl in here, Tina, she has a stealing problem which is actually the reason why she's in here. She got found guilty for getting caught for stealing alcohol.and then found guilty of buying alcohol with a fake ID
But something about her is that she is a pickpocketing master. She pickpockets the guards for their keycards and sneaks into their break room and takes their snacks, and hands them out to people.
But not for free
See in juvie, A TON of trading takes place I mean we gotta make a business in here some how.And Tina is one of the biggest traders, but whatever she finds is what's for trade, sometimes she finds cigarettes, jewelry, candy bars, chips. Anything even condoms..
Tina's 14 but has the mind as a 17 year old, she's smarter than she looks and she looks older for her age. But she isn't the youngest in here
The youngest is Howard Turner, he's a quiet little boy, being only 12, he's never spoken since he's been in here, Tina says he's mute. I've never spoken to him so I don't know if this is true but I heard it from Molly, he's in here because he was selling guns at school to students, and teachers believe it or not. He looks so pure and innocent you wouldn't expect that from him
But yet again all of us look pure and innocent
I look all sweet and peachy but the reason why I'm here is for stealing money from the ATM. Look I had to for my own good.My younger sister and I were always looking for food. And I couldn't just ask my parents for food or money, they were barely around.
Yesterday a new boy came here.He's known as Pinball Vance Hopper. Hes the same age as me. He's been in and out of this joint for a while now apparently,I guess he's known as Pinball Vance hopper because of a recent fight that happened at the local grab and go with him, I saw it on the news.
Molly was telling me all about it I guess her little brother was there and he told her all about it over the phone, how he put this one kid in a head lock then threw him to the ground and cut his forearm up real bad.
After hearing that story I started taking a liking to him. Something about him made him unique. I don't know if it was his blonde wavy locks or the way he fought like no other.
I wanted him to be as dirty, and rough with me as he had wished. I wanted to kiss him, swap spit with him, take his tongue into my mouth, and suck it, like a lollipop. I wanted his hands cupped around my waist, my walls molding the shape of his pretty cock, as he plunged himself deep inside of me, over, and over, not allowing me to recover from the previous thrust.
I wanted to be fucked dumb by him, have all of him, his tip, his shaft stuffed between my walls, filling me to the brim, until Im nothing but an empty vessel to be used by his cock. To have him cum in me, paint thick stripes inside of me, overfill me, until I'm leaking faded white from between my lips, and leaving a circle around his base. I want him, his entire cock to be buried deep, as he chokes my pussy with his salty pleasure.
