Women's Prison Fantasies: Part 3

May seem too steamy or sexy for some sensitive souls. 

Amber coaxed her new buddy John to use the expertise he gleaned from 2 previous multi-year projects & return to pot farming. With her help it would be easier than doing it all himself & he promised to show her his techniques. She wasn't quite prepared for daily helicopter flybys or occasional attacks by ants, mold, fungus, & scale, but she quickly adapted. Wake & bake was the norm, as John drank a pot of espresso & bonged a 4:20 quarter gram before sunrise, cuz he liked to get a jump on the day.

Chores included proper watering, lighting, & feeding the portable brood, keeping alert for any male flowers, clipping branches for cloning new females, applying root hormone & shade a few days, then bright fluorescent light. Harvest in the tropics is a continuous process & a box fan in a bathtub can speed up drying. John didn't care much for bud-trimming, calling it needless, so Amber made it her specialty.

Other factors included fertilizers & planting medium. To some degree those are subject to personal choice. John had tried several & knew what he liked. Cinder rock & peat moss were favorites, but he kept compost worms to provide fresh humus. Hash making is tedious yet fun with special bags to separate resin crystals. All this work made John extremely horny so they knocked off early for plenty of creative, carnal, torrid, steamy, hot sex. 

While touring the city during her London visit, Paige oddly found herself transported to a foggy 1888 Whitechapel night, where she saw a doctor struggling with a prostitute. "Hey you, stop that!" she yelled, luring a nearby bobby to investigate the noise & arrest the accoster. Next day, London's mayor awarded her the Key to the City for preventing Jack the Ripper tragedies, a souvenir she treasured. Paige was the darling toast & talk of the town & several men competed to be her Brit beaus. Until her flight home, Paige got very little sleep.  

It was her first free birthday in a while so John wanted to make it special with a collection of Lucian Bane's erotic suspense fiction. Stephanie wasn't so sure what to think when 3 gorgeous young goddesses in fine lingerie stepped out of her cake. She fired an accusing glance at John. He waved his hands, "No, no, Babe, they're for you, not me!" 

She knew that was only partially true, cuz John couldn't help feasting his eyes on lady parts, but she trusted him not to touch them. First, the golden-eyed Nubian shyly presented herself for Stephanie's approval & when she got it smiled & caressed her cheek. Next, the flaxen-haired Iberian with emerald eyes whispered Hola & shook all over in eager anticipation. Lastly, the azure-eyed fiery Irish redhead winked &, taking her hand, led her to the plush, king-sized bed. 

John brought over a case of pre-shaken flavored whipped cream canisters, then got out of the way. Once Stephanie doffed down to her dainties, each lass began decorating her in sweet foam.

Whether it was laughing gas, camaraderie, or both, the party soon erupted into giggly, girly, high-pitched tittering, physical, fun! The ladies batted one another with pillows, compared manicured feline claws, then the spanking began. All endured firm swats for each of Stephanie's years, except unlucky John that is, but his gifts would come later. 

Bras & panties were torn off, a Gordian knot of girl-groping-girl ensued, & tongues, fingers, & toys explored every orifice eliciting several orgasms among the participants. Stephanie had never been so thoroughly & deliciously ravaged before, nor done so herself.

After hours of torrid, carnal debauchery, their exhausted guests excused themselves. Stephanie beckoned John for his rewards, tongue-tantalizing hors d'oeuvres ala Stephanie, her stem-to-stern main entrée & 9-course meal, then dessert, to have her cake & eat it too. John couldn't have been more delighted.  

I put the Bandidas duo back together: Salma Hayek & Penélope Cruz. You see, Penélope & I have a bit of history from when she did Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides. I lived in Kāneʻohe then, the Black Pearl was anchored there at Heʻeia for over a month of filming, & Penélope was pregnant with Leo so her sister Mónica doubled for her except in close-ups. Someone had to manage unpaid extra Mónica & I was available for free so Penélope owes me a favor, which is how Hollywood operates. 

Now here's my idea. Penélope & Salma stir up a night diversion outside your main gate, hopefully without too many fireworks, while, clad in Ninja black, I shimmy over the wall in the shadows, sling you over my shoulder, & wobble back out. I hope you're still as slender as in your photos, cuz I'm not quite as strong as I used to be: 115 lbs., maybe 120, no problem.

After we're free, we'll rendezvous with the actresses, give you a chance to party with them a little, possibly a 4-way, before boarding the Black Pearl, which will be waiting for us at Cannon Beach, 90 some miles away. Orlando Bloom & Johnny Depp will then sail her back to Heʻeia so as not to attract too much attention with Keith Richards perched in the crow's nest. Arrgh! I hope they don't expect too many favors in return & raid my treasure chest of Cannatonic, G-13, Durban Poison, OG Kush, & Kona Gold. Simple plan, Nikky. You in?  

Once upon a beautiful day, 5'7" tall blonde hiking Paige, en route to her Nana's, dawdled amid babbling brooks & woodland flowers, until the light began to fade to dusk. She knew she couldn't find her way through dark woods so she wondered what to do. In the gloaming ahead she espied a tent & as she neared it heard soft male snoring. I'll just wrap myself in my cape & lie down next to him until sunup, she thought. 

The next thing she knew, it was dawn & a big bad wolf man was leering at her. "What big blue eyes you have!" he said. "That's cuz you surprised me," she replied trembling. "What loud teeth you have!" he noticed. "That's cuz I'm scared you might eat me," she admitted. "Is that really so bad for a man & a woman alone in the woods?" he queried. Paige saw his point, along with a bulge in his shorts, &, since they had literally slept together already, opened her cape so he could taste her milk & cookies. 

They spent the rest of the morning delighting one another with pleasures they each were quite good at, exchanged contact info, & agreed to meet again soon in town for more normal dating. Paige joyfully skipped & sang all of her way to Nana's.  

He was the most unusual man Tami had ever met. Part singer/songwriter, part sci-fi-fantasist, part videographer, part martial artist, his bio went on and on. He first caught her eye at the fruit stand, mulling over lilikoʻi. "Do you know why they call it 'passion fruit'?" he asked. "Tell me," she purred, not knowing what to expect, but just wanting to gaze into his bright blue eyes while he mansplained. "It's all in the flower," he said, showing her a picture of the odd but beautiful blossom. "Maybe you heard about it as a child?" his eyebrows queried. When she shook her head her long chestnut hair swayed & shined, giving her the look & feel of a Clairol model. She noticed he noticed too. 

His lesson continued, "...Around 1700, the name was given by missionaries in Brazil as an educational aid while trying to convert the indigenous inhabitants to Christianity; its name was flor das cinco chagas or 'flower of the five wounds' to illustrate the crucifixion of Christ, with other plant components also named after an emblem in the Passion of Jesus...The passion fruit's flavor can be compared to that of the guava fruit." Midway through his oration, Tami realized all this flower talk of stamen, tendril, sepal, anther, petal, & ovary was making her extremely horny & she wanted this passion expert to pollenate her pronto. "Tell you what...I live a block away. Could we go there to talk?" she almost pleaded. "I'm descending into you." He smiled & said, "Sure!" 

The rest of the day passed dreamlike, as they hurriedly undressed, then slowed down to savor every precious moment together. Instinctively, he knew all her hot zones & just how to best ignite them. He worked her to a frothy pudding with his tongue, lips, digits, & magnificent gyrating flesh paintbrush, using her canvas to create his masterpiece. She lost count of her climaxes, but was well aware of all 7 of his, 3 in her favorite Doggy Style, the other 4 in yogalike positions she'd never seen before. Afterward, they slept like the dead.  

Instead of inventing another fantasy, Jennifer, let's just relax here at the beach in the breezy shade of a coconut grove. We have enough privacy so I'll toss our other blanket over us, then nestle between your yoga-toned thighs & lovingly lick your loins in tune to wavelets lazily lapping at the shoreline. The musky scent of your arousal will keep me in a semi-dreamland. If I get you too worked up, we'll switch for a while, until shadows lengthen & its time to go home to eat & then to bed. 

Amanda's BFF came to stay with her for a week & the 2 were once again inseparable. They gabbed & shopped & yakked & drank & gossiped & ate & chatted & shopped some more. Returning home late in the evening, they surprised a panty bandit rifling through Amanda's underwear drawer. He drew a knife & ordered them to sit on the couch, while he darkened the room & tried to figure a way out of his enigma. To Amanda's horror, her BFF began flirting with him in the dim light from the window, then noticed he was kinda cute in a roguish way, as he put all her fresh panties in his pack.

"Where's your laundry basket," he demanded in his husky baritone.

"Under my vanity," Amanda replied. "Stay put," he said & went to get her soiled treasures. As soon as he was gone, her BFF peeled hers off &, grinning slyly, urged Amanda with, "Let's play along!" Both women dangled irresistibly warm, moist goodies that he accepted reverently, then inhaled their fragrance rapturously. Fashioning blindfolds from a couple of blouses, he tied them around their heads so they could no longer see him undressing. He took them each by a hand & led them to Amanda's bed, where he arranged a 696 formation with him in the middle on his back & them in a resting yoga Child's Pose, draped across him. "Now very slowly kiss & caress my man flesh," he directed. When they hesitated too long, he swatted their bare bottoms with his rough, meaty paws, until they complied. The women took turns stroking his member with velvety fingers & kissing it lovingly. His turgid rod rose in response, reaching for the ceiling as blood rushed in filling it to rigid capacity. His manipulation of their vulnerabilities & their ministrations of his many manly desires went on well into the next day. When he left them, they were naked but thoroughly ravished.

With her drawer restocked, Amanda & her BFF dreamed, longed, & ached for the return of their panty bandit.  

Ever since she set up shop at Kaimana Beach in Waikīkī, Tami's spot was always busy. Hers was the only kiosk there with Wi-Fi & tablet rentals, along with ice-cold coconuts, smoothies, & fresh fruit, hence the name. By Saturday afternoon, she was beat & ready for Sunday, her only day off. Then she saw him, that know-it-all from the supermarket produce department, but she knew her fruits now & wouldn't be so easily bamboozled. 

"Do you know why breadfruit was spread across Oceania?" she tested him. "Or that citrus was a closely guarded British navy secret?...How did coconut get its name?...Who knew pineapples consisted of coalesced berries?...Is passion your only forte?" A Freudian slip. She meant to say 'passion fruit', but the cat was out of the bag, so to speak. All the while he hadn't said a word, instead gathering up all of her fresh fruit to buy so she'd have to close up early. 

They spent the rest of that day mating, a good part of the night, & most of Sunday. Tami still had no fresh fruit so she took off Monday morning to sleep late & stock up at Chinatown's markets. When she got back to the stand at lunch time, dozens of surfers were waiting for their fruit fix & Web access. Tami smiled & offered a silent prayer of thanksgiving for her good fortune.  

John was perhaps the most challenging dance student Tina ever had. His sense of rhythm was way off. He could keep a beat for a short while, then lose it, but she was determined to overcome his obstacles, as long as he was willing to work with her. Every day he came to her studio, stumbled through his exercises, & went home little better. She wondered how she could improve his self-confidence & get him to relax into a natural flowing motion. 

At one day's lesson, she slumped to the floor in front of him & gazed up into his eyes. She then rose to her knees & began undoing his belt, never breaking eye contact. When she lowered the zipper, his organ leapt out at her cuz he wasn't wearing underwear. It unwound from its confines & began to pulse, throb, & grow as blood poured into it to establish an erection. 

Caressing it with velvety fingers, she coaxed it to its full length & girth, then closing her eyes, tasted the tip where a glistening drop had formed. Finding it pleasing, she slid her lips over its head & relaxed her throat to accept his turgid shaft to its hilt, flicking the tip of her tongue over his scrotum. 

Looking back up at his face, she saw that he too had closed his eyes & with a rakish smile was focused on waves of pleasure she sent surging through him. In time his testicles could no longer resist the urge to release their seed & his organ convulsed, spewing gobs of gooey hot semen down her throat. Once again eye-to-eye, Tina licked her lips to show John that she liked the taste of him.

A minor miracle came over his dancing ability. Tina & John together went on to win tango competitions. Every night they danced to their own sheet music in bed. 

She was in a twilight zone, half-asleep & half-awake when she heard something from her living room that sounded like her front door was being jimmied. She must have nodded off again, cuz the next she knew someone was sitting on her bed. She pretended to be still sleeping in hopes that he would just take what he wanted & leave her unharmed, but it soon became clear that what he wanted was her. 

He reached under her covers & lifted her nightie, then very carefully tugged on her panties, until after several minutes he worked them free & slid them out from under her. She wasn't quite sure how she felt, cuz he was clearly violating her privacy, but doing it respectfully by trying hard not to awaken her. Jamie couldn't help but be extremely sexually aroused by it. 

Her smoothly-shaved pubis felt his lips enjoy its texture, then his fingertips softly explored their surroundings. Feigning restlessness, she turned to one side, parting her legs to let him have all the treasures he wanted. At first freezing his movement, he relaxed & bent his head further to taste her nectar, his tongue probing her labia & reaching inside, but he didn't stop there. His lips, fingers, thumbs, & tongue all gave her exciting sensations & she couldn't help writhing & moaning in pleasure. 

At last he mounted her, planted his large, long cock deep inside, & began slowly withdrawing it only to press it deeper with each forward thrust. This went on for a very long time, while Jamie's juices flowed out of her, over-lubricating her sheath for his piston-like shaft. Eventually, his testicles could no longer hold his seed & gobs of it gushed into her & on her. As silently as he had arrived, he likewise departed. Jamie wondered what his name was & when he might return.