Women's Prison Fantasies: Part 4

May seem too steamy or sexy for some sensitive souls. 

Something about him caught Tazzie's eye & kept her focused on him. Physically & appearancewise, he met all her requirements, tall, strong, confident, well-dressed, & modest. His smile melted her heart & she wanted to know more about him. 

Her first hint he might be special was when she learned his birthdate made him her Virgo polar opposite Pisces & a Chinese zodiac Goat (or Sheep), matching her Horse.

At sexualastrology.com she saw, "Love Match: Virgo Woman Dating Pisces Man. This is a love match of opposite signs and the sparks will fly before the first date even gets started. The Virgo woman is as receptive as the Pisces man. She thinks and he feels. The two complement each other beautifully and neither one needs to be the boss so this can be a true partnership. There are no boundaries in dating with this couple and they quickly get right to each other’s core. Sexually this can be a perfect match. The Virgo woman learns how to let go with a Pisces man and he finds out that when he gives his heart away to her, she will value it perfectly."

Tazzie waited for her opportunity & took his hand in hers when it came. He smiled & they gazed into each other's eyes, the windows of their souls. They both liked what they saw so cuddling, kissing, & all the rest soon ensued. He ignited a fire in her no man had ever matched. Tazzie's eyes basked in his presence, her ears longed to hear him speak, her body hungered for his touch, & her soul had found its mate. 

Hi, I'm just Joan, a simple country girl born with a deformity and looking for a wise mentor to help me answer so many questions I have about life. I don't know who my brash housemate Hairy Harry thinks he is, strutting around with his bulging muscles and pointing brass arms at everyone. Sometimes he calls himself Eros the asteroid. Whatever lol! I heard that he pokes girls with a secret weapon under that weird leather kilt he wears. 

I must say I was quite impressed by what you did to that mean Wonder Woman legend and her gang of nasty Amazons. It got me awfully excited and made me want to be like you, Tia. Do you think we could be friends? 

Instead of a pretty vagina like normal girls, I have an ugly spongy tumor that hangs between my thighs. In the locker room after gym class, other girls laugh at me and point, calling me names like 'shemale' and 'boy'. I don't even like icky boys.

When I gaze at your photos, my tumor fills with blood, gets thick veins on it, and swells into a rigid, pipe-like thing. Eww! Gross! Once, when I fantasized about doing things you and the other women did naked, my tumor began to spasm and gobs of gooey slime shot out of its end. It felt so wondrous lol! Is that what it's like when you cream your panties? 

If you can accept me, tumor and all, I'd be delighted to be your ardent acolyte to guard and worship your sacred organ. You may do whatever you like with my tumor, if you do it lovingly. May we soon meet in the flesh and consummate this powerful desire I have to pleasure you. Until then, you'll be in my dreams, my dear Tia Alexis.  

Araceli's extraterrestrial duties kept her apart from Juan for several months. At long last she returned, wondering how her absence might have affected her loving, mortal man. Upon seeing her again, Juan burst into tears & ran to her arms, this time smothering Araceli in kisses. "So long I ached for you, afraid you had forgotten me," he sobbed, relieved to have her back. He then nuzzled under her garment, like a famished puppy, until he reached the source of her nectar & drank from her to slake his great thirst. 

Araceli was eager to talk to him, but waited patiently as he lapped at her labia until he was sated. By then her own libido was aroused so they mated quietly, saving conversation for the sweet afterglow of carnal loving. When his manly seed was fully drained, he whispered in her ear, "Inamorata!" "What does that mean?" she asked. "It's an old 17th century term for a female lover, meaning 'enamored'," he replied with a light kiss on the tip of her nose. 

She smiled warmly & said, "So tell me what I've missed here in paradise while I was away." Juan gave her a lengthy report all about recent volcano drama, a tsunami warning, school doings, films he'd seen, & other island odds & ends. All the while, she caressed him, his hair, face, shoulders, absent-mindedly working her way down his body. Soon he was engorged again so she slowly sipped at his meat straw as the music of his voice filled her with joy.  

Window shopping one Saturday at the always busy Ala Moana Shopping Center, whose huge parking lot Canadian Joni Mitchell wrote about in her song Big Yellow Taxi from her room at the Ala Moana Hotel next door, even though Honolulu has no Yellow Cabs, Meccia enjoyed the Center's ambience, colorful fish, & top of the line designer stores.

While marveling at the eye candy at one boutique, a swarthy local of indeterminate ethnicity approached her & asked, "Are you Meccia?" She looked at him & replied, "How did you know?" "Your name was written in stars last night," was his enigmatic non-explanation & he pointed to the shoppe's name 'Dream Girl'. Was that some new pickup line? Meccia wondered. If so, it was working on her.

They went to his nearby bachelor studio & she could see it was well-kept & tastefully decorated. He played some soft jazz while fixing hors d'oeuvres so she knew this wouldn't be just a booty call. She got the daring notion to move things along by surprising him with a suggestive kiss.

He was slow to respond, but within an hour Meccia felt like she had become a juggler's naked assistant, spun around & switched from one position to another, even found herself balanced on her head, as he probed every available opening she had for his magic wand.

All of her lady parts got plenty of face time & the man's tongue was lethally seductive. Pushed well-passed her ravishing limits, she finally coaxed him to cum & made him promise to call her again soon. And he did. 

Managing Big Bird Ranch was a tough job, but someone had to do it. Staci showed a knack for it & loved her work there. It was a Nevada bordello of retired WNBA Lesbians, named for 10 time all-star Sue Bird. Staci matched the women with corny pick-up lines fans sent in, eager to collect souvenir felt-tip pen autographs on their breasts, belly, lower back, buttocks cheeks, tender inner thigh flesh, crotch &/or smooth shaven pudendum. 

Estrogen, lust, & dripping vaginas were everywhere, from cedar-scented Swedish saunas to private perfumed boudoirs to silken tapestried odalisque orgy harems. Women loving women was always in the air. Staci fluffed & pampered her girls, made sure vibrators were fully charged, & everyone was in a happy party mood, seldom easy. 

After all that pussy-tending, Staci came home tired, but with blood coursing through her swollen nipples & vulva, her clitoris throbbing. Big John knew just what she needed at the end of the day. He'd fix her a light simple meal, then gorged himself on a full 10 course gourmet Staci feast, ever ravenously horny & mainly focused on devouring her juicy, meaty entrée. His lady lancer did the rest, plumbing her depths with wild abandon. 

Staci knew no mere man had enough stamina for all a woman's lusty love, like another woman did, but John came satisfyingly close, always sleeping soundly afterward on his back, smiling contentedly. Amorous again in the wee hours, Cowgirl Staci often climbed aboard John's morning wood, careful not to wake him, & slowly rode his hot rod dreamily until dawn.  

Her OB-GYN twitched in eager anticipation of Tami's regular exam. He gave his knowing nurse the rest of the day off & selected 2 fresh, sterile disposable plastic speculums, while Tami dutifully donned the butt-less wonder gown, climbed onto the examining table, & placed her feet into its stirrups. No longer was it necessary to soak cold steel in warm water to ease the shock of a vaginal exam. 

Dr. Diddlemore loved the opportunities his work allotted him. Gazing at vaginas all day was the ideal job for the once dateless high school nerd. Now he got to see more pudenda than any sane man should be allowed, but Tami's was especially appealing to him. "Open wide & say 'Aaaahhhh'," he never tired of that old line, & Tami grimaced yet complied. 

Setting the first speculum's flange, he studied the awesome hidden wonders of her feminine core, licking his lips with barely concealed glee. Playing doctor was surely heaven, he thought. "You are definitely in the pink today," he couldn't help remarking. "Now let's check your exhaust system." He inserted the other speculum in her rectum & scried her colon. "No polyps or Klingons," he joked. 

Removing the devices evoked twin farts from her orifices & Tami blushed. "I love it when sexy saxophone music fills the air!" he teased, relishing her combined inner scents. "Would my good little girl like some candy?" he queried, pulling out sterilized vibrators, butt plugs, & dildos of all sizes, shapes, & colors. 

Tami picked the ones she wanted & relaxed as Dr. Diddlemore went to work on her libido. Being filled & refilled to capacity & humming with pleasure, Tami soon forgot the awkwardness of these exams.

For all his quirkiness, the good doctor's bedside manner was exemplary & rewarded when she came over & over again, shrieking with delight. He then dropped his briefs & finished off with his own musical organ-grinding & finale. She scheduled another exam for the following week & left smiling.  

In a rare move, extraordinarily creatively talented Sara planned a unique charity event to benefit underprivileged cheerleaders: Detroit Lions vs. Detroit Red Wings in lacrosse to be held at Ypsilanti's Washtenaw Sportsman's Club. It soon went viral.

Notoriously poor pay & demeaning working conditions had raised pro cheerleaders' plight to national awareness so interest & offers to help poured in.

In addition to the main event, this unprecedented opportunity inspired Sara to host a private invitation only fundraiser too. Instead of drunken fans groping them, the cheerleaders would get to rub shoulders & glutes with the athletes & invited celebrities.

Anticipation excitement was high, both among the players & the cheerleaders, as they gossiped about who the A-listers might be. No verifiable guest list has yet emerged, in part because of a sex scandal that erupted from all of the player & cheerleader fucking which ensued that of course had to be covered up. 

Sara & her hand-picked cheerleaders met in a lavishly stocked suite with Steve Yzerman, Henrik Zetterberg, Nicklas Lidström, new Lions Head Coach Matt Patricia, Jason Hanson, Barry Sanders, & Calvin Johnson Jr. Rumors floated that she was the belle of the ball. She netted over $2 million & needed a week to recover physically & emotionally from all that wanton sex.  

On my brown-eyed Beauty's birthday at the end of January, I surprised Churquin with a unique party. Her black friend in a white man's body was there. So was Marilyn Manson, a ghoulish amalgam in a Jew's body. Lady Gaga had in tow some of her little monsters. Cardi B brought Bruno Mars & I think Trey Anastasio of Phish was channeling Grateful Dead's Jerry Garcia. Groupies vied to plot new Guinness World Records, while Coko, Taj, & Lelee from SWV serenaded Chanté a cappella. 

Before long the party went nitro, when ladies shed their tops, guys danced on tables, & everyone grabbed who they most wanted to be with. Soon clothes were strewn about, trines & quads merged with pairs, & bodies writhed everywhere. Her ankles tied up seductively, my muse Churquin swung from the chandelier with 6 guys & 3 ladies in lusty pursuit of her hot fudge ass & exquisitely tasty blonde vanilla-flavored pussy. 

The weirdest stuff was yet to come. A Persian mystic Zaraθuštra-Zoroaster-Zarathustra, popular among the DP set with his twin penises, opened a portal so revelers could change their identities to what they imagined themselves to be. They all took him up on it to sample alternate selves, except for me that is. 

A month later on Leap Day I had to host another orgy so everyone could switch back to who they had been. Me? I'm a Lesbian Martian trapped in a male Earthling body. I know, it's complicated, but I have an advantage over my Lesbian sisters: a built-in, expandable, pulsating, multi-hued, smooth-shaved foot-long dildo! 

Bee keeping isn't for the faint-hearted so it was clear Melissa knew what she was doing with her 100 hives. Having read Jitterbug Perfume, she was well aware bees sometimes had strange swarming habits. A big enough swarm could put her out of business. Situating her hives between orchard & herb farm was pure genius on Melissa's part, benefiting both neighbors, while ensuring food supply, & minimizing chances her bees might stray to cause mischief in residential neighborhoods. 

The local agricultural inspector Jayge Johnson paid her a visit one day to see if all her zoning, inspections, & miscellaneous red tape were in order, which of course they weren't. Melissa had little besides her investment in livestock, hives & supplies so she had to carefully explore whether Mr. Johnson could be swayed in any way to overlook her code violations. Asking about his family soon revealed that he lived alone so she tried a seductive approach, offering him some coffee, tea, or her. 

His thirst it turned out wasn't for beverages but for beauty & Melissa excelled in that realm. He asked if he might paint her nude & she readily accepted. While he went to his truck for his oils & easel, Melissa doffed her work clothes & practiced a few alluring poses on the couch. Upon his return, the twinkle in his eyes told her all she needed to know about her suitability as his muse. He painted quickly with panache & soon her likenesses were scattered drying around her parlor & Melissa had run out of pose ideas. Jadge then made a request to sketch closeups of her feminine flower. 

When she saw what he had done with the artistry of Michelangelo, bees buzzing around her blossom, & the huge bulge in his overalls, Melissa knew she must have this man. She leapt into his arms, tore off his clothes, & mounted his magnificent erection.

These 2 Rabbits fucked like ferocious felines for 4 hours, then fell asleep from exhaustion. When they awoke they fucked again.

Amber's Silk Robe & busy fingers beneath it shut down any inane male sports talk bravado & rivetted all attention in the room on her alone. 

John continued to suck her nipples, first one then the other, while his thumb & fingertips gently worked the nipple not getting face time. He pretended to bite down on one teasingly, then lifted the silken hem so his buddies could watch Amber's hand work its magic on her pudenda, especially her clitoris. They were wide-eyed mystified, never having seen a woman so brazenly sensual.

Amber moaned, her abs & pelvis flexed, & her sphincter contracted, announcing her first climax. They crowded around to feel her heat & John asked again for a volunteer fireman to brave the flames of her ardor. They all wanted to but their libidos were cowed by her sizzling presence so, to set an example, he went to bat. Not to leave his pussy posse behind, he positioned Thomas & James at Amber's feet, Mark & Matthew near her hands, & Lucky 'Footlong' Luke close to her eyes, lips, & tongue. "Gentlemen, start your engines," John coaxed & in a forward thrust they all pressed their man meat into Amber's feet, hands, & eager mouth. She had more cocks than any sane woman should, probing between all her toes & fingers, rubbing her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks. & down her throat. He waited for the reaction he knew would soon arrive, then pussy juice flowed like the Jordan river out of Amber, baptizing John's cock & drawing it into the source. Amber came over & over & over again, pleasing those men like no others. In thanksgiving, John gave her puckered anus a licking to die for, flicking at its sensitive flesh, until it felt like it belonged there, then sliding his long tongue as deep inside her as it would go. She finally begged him to stop by promising to return the favor.