Women's Prison Fantasies: Part 2

May seem too steamy or sexy for some sensitive souls.

John wanted to kiss Ashley & so much more, but he also realized this would be a moment she'd likely relive countless times. He knew he couldn't ask her how she wanted to be kissed nor just wait 'til she closed her eyes, lips puckered invitingly, so he had to make it epic. He'd love to nuzzle her nipples if she'd let him release them from their C-cup cell. Even more so he craved peeling away layers until her twin booty cheeks were his to squeeze & savor. Should he gallantly bow & touch his lips to the back of her hand, then inch their way up her arm 'til he found a ticklish spot where she'd pull away giggling like a shy school girl? No, he'd save that one for when they were being silly together, pretending to stroll a Paris promenade. What else then? Put his arm firmly around her shoulders, sweep her off her feet, & swoop in for her neck like Dracula? No, no, no! That could go wrong in so many ways & she didn't seem very Goth. What if he stole a kiss like a purse snatcher when she least expected it. With women these days, who knew what that might get him: punched in the face, kicked in the cojones, or slapped with a lawsuit? He could summon his inner demanding pirate, "Arrrgh, wench, yer lips or yer life!" Look where it got Johnny Depp. No, that was already passé. Besides his often wooden 3rd leg, he lacked most of the accoutrements. With his options dwindling, John seized on a plan. So as not to spoil a future real event, the details can't be revealed here. Suffice it to say in a teaser, Ashley loved & treasured every long minute of her first kiss with John & couldn't wait for him to thoroughly, erotically ravish her.  

Move over, Wonder Woman! There's a new super-heroine in town, Tia Alexis. What mortal man could resist that smile, lean physique, & her many other magical charms? Like Aphrodite or Mother Nature herself, Tia Alexis held tightly the power of creation, between her strong alabaster thighs, past the flowerlike petals of her coral-hued vulva, deep inside her mighty vagina. 

A tiny dynamo at a petite 5 feet, Tia Alexis stood barely shoulder high next to her gangly-legged IDF combat instructor rival. One had to wonder what the 5'10" former Miss Israel was thinking by daring to challenge Tia Alexis in Jell-O Wrestling. Her Amazons all gathered around the giant vat menacingly, while Kate McKinnon of Lesbos officiated as referee. 

Gal Gadot struck first, executing a classic foot sweep, but Tia Alexis was ready for her & deftly used aikido to redirect her opponent's energy, sending Gadot to the ground hard & splashing shallow liquid gelatin over all nearby. They then grappled in the slick slime, tearing at each other's clothes, until both were stark naked & tangled together, pawing at one another like pride felines. 

That proved too much spectacle for the spectators so they all dove into the melee, even Kate. A writhing mass of female hormones led quickly to a Lesbian love fuck fest with Tia Alexis emerging victorious. From that day on, she declared men were required to keep women from warring among themselves & provide plenty of penises to keep the peace. 

After our looong first kiss the other day, I just had to see Ashley again. Instead of going to dinner & a movie like we planned, she asked if I'd mind staying in. She said my lips told her I must be hiding other secrets from her, erotic passion secrets. What was this about? I wondered. I thought I'd been upfront with her. To prove she was serious, Ashley lip-locked me & pushed me onto her bed. "Out with it!" she demanded. "I want to know everything!" When I hesitated, she grabbed my belt & whipped it out of its loops. Next, she tore my shirt off. I half expected her to start flaying me, but she reached for my abs with her teeth like a wildcat goes for it's prey. Before I knew it, my shorts were around my ankles. "I'm sure we can talk about this like rational adults," I stammered. "No!" was her curt reply. "I want to be thoroughly ravished...Now!" 

It was finally beginning to make sense. The girl had denied herself pleasure for too long & my kiss unleashed a tsunami of desire in her that couldn't be denied any longer. I gathered her into my arms to soothe & assured her everything was going to be fine or better. After some deep sighing, Ashley calmed down enough for me to stop fearing for my life & get back in a loving mood. Another looong kiss led to nuzzling her nipples, peeling away layers to squeeze her pert butt cheeks like naughty Mr. Whipple did the Charmin in old TV ads. Parting her firm-toned young thighs, I made a full 9-course meal of her, from hors d'oeuvres to dessert, concentrating mostly on a meaty main course. I sampled her finger food, licked her candied yams, sucked her shucked oyster, then pummeled & pounded the delicious depths of her nuclear volcanic vagina. 

To my delight Ashley erupted several times while engulfing my lady-pleaser. After savoring all of her other delicacies, it was time at last for dessert. "Is that all you got, Champ?" she teased. I took some pillows from her bed, walked her to the dining room table, positioned her on her knees, face down, legs apart, knees & head propped with pillows. "What kind of kinky Doggy Style is this, Rambone?" Ashley soon got her answer, when I sat down at the head of her table, grasped her glutes in my big paws, spread her butt cheeks with my thumbs, & at first just grazed her puckered anus with the tip of my tongue to gauge her reaction. She convulsed into moaning ecstasy & wagged her pretty little tail off for more. Like a playful puppy, I happily lapped & nipped at her loins for another hour. 

Ashley's eyes were glazed with all-knowing bliss & she insisted on rewarding my service with adoring cock worship, pumping my ego to that of Hindu god Shiva. She remounted me Reverse Cowgirl & slowly rode me, knowing I'd love the view she offered. It was heavenly!  

Lancelot grew bored of the prim, unimaginative English queen & sent Guinevere back to King Arthur. He wanted an adventurous, brazen, smart, peasant French girl, unafraid to get down & dirty in the most carnal ways. Noël was perfect for him. Their chance Paris encounter occurred on the Champs-Élysées. How Lancelot got to modern Paris is too long to cover here, but it had a bit to do with the Holy Grail.

Noël could see the knight looked out of place in chainmail, woolen tights with linen shirt, linen underpants, codpiece, belted tunic, cape, & closed-toe shoes so she asked him if he needed a haberdashery. Lancelot had no idea what she was talking about, but delighted in the way she said it & urged her to tell him more. Noël needed no more coaxing & proceeded to gab & gambol freely with Lancelot in tow.

She brought him to her boudoir which was outfitted with all the accoutrements of pleasure. It took him a good half hour to shed his gear, toss his linens & woolens in the wash, & shower, which posed more revelations, but he'd yet to see anything like what Noël had in mind. 

After hanging up his chainmail, codpiece, belt, & shoes to air in the breezy hall, she dabbed her finest perfume on all her erogenous zones & readied for a night of lotsa lancin'. 

First she showed him her collections of vibrators, dildoes, lubricants, & condoms, which fascinated him no end, having only seen sex torture devices & Guinevere's medieval chastity belt that took him hours to pick its lock. "Looks like you need extra large, big boy," she teased. She helped him get suited up the first time, deftly demonstrating proper placement & unrolling, then taught him everything she could think of about the art of modern love. Her lessons lasted 'til dawn, Lancelot proved to be a learning savant, & lived up to his name.  

As he dismounted his alien craft, Jamie could make out his naked reptoid features: huge scaly muscles, 9 foot height, weight about a ton, & writhing between bulky thighs was a two-headed serpent. Jamie trembled in both fear & excitement, wondered what he might feel like inside her, then tore off all her clothes. She didn't have to wait long, cuz his probe stiffened like a yardstick-long pointer dog aimed right at her eager orifices, as soon as he spotted her ass. The monster squid drove his double-pronged corkscrews home, roaring in triumph. Jamie convulsed in spasms of orgasm as scalding lava bubbled into her womb & rectum. He withdrew to his ship & left her alone. 

A month later hairy spider-centipede eggs hatched from one crevasse, while mutant mold fungus oozed from the other, but Jamie was fine. In fact, her DNA altered that of her 'offspring', making them harmless to humans, but toxic to any other aliens, thus saving Earth. Jamie still wistfully dreamed about her close encounter of the weirdest kind with Goliath & never read Jewish Bible fables the same way again. 

Regularly working out a regimen of breathing asanas & wise not to overdo it, Jennifer was a 6-year yoga devotee. Her goals were mostly modest: improve flexibility, muscle tone, relaxation, & overall health, drop a few pounds, & get killer looks from both guys & gals, just for how sexy she looked in yoga pants. Her friends chipped in to buy her private Bikram lessons with Raj. "He's the best around," they said. "You'll love it." 

Raj & his consort/assistant were both gorgeous: he a regal denizen of the princely caste who'd been a yogi all his 33 years; she a yogini bikini model Rani, fresh from the pages of 17 Magazine. The studio was 40°C or 104°F, but Jennifer came prepared, peeling off her sweats down to a sports bra & thong. She wasn't shy about showing off her body now.

"Kundalini serpent energy uncoils from root chakra & rises to sex chakra," Raj mansplained. He always led class 'sky-clad', his lingam proudly tumescent. "Yogis reach moksha ananda by recycling their seed, not spilling it in yoni or on ground," he said condescendingly. Jennifer was about to show him what yoni power could do. 

She gazed at his member in faux fawning wide-eyed awe, then turned her back on it & began stretching, ever so slightly waving her lower assets in his face. Inured to Rani's sex allure by familiarity, Jennifer's untasted treasures proved a major challenge to his chastity. He stepped forward to regain mastery & correct her. Grasping her pelvis, he turned it, then explained the importance of proper postures. 

Rani could see Jennifer's effect on Raj & moved to distract & calm him. By intervening, she began to return his equilibrium. Jennifer chose that moment to shed her thong. A surprise unveiling of female sensuality in all its glory pushed him over the edge. His testicles convulsed & a ropy stream of scalding semen shot toward the ceiling & fell on both women. Raj slunk away to recover his dignity. With her master outplayed, Rani asked if Jennifer might mind her company for the evening & softly caressed her shoulder in persuasion. 

Now that Jennifer took over teaching Bikram Yoga, she attracted an ardent following: Rani of course, a few hotrod hunks, other women of a certain age, & a very unusual, aging hippie dude, who stunk at yoga, but the way he looked at her made her feel all giggly & girly good inside. After class, when others bolted for their self-important priorities, John helped tidy up the studio letting Jennifer get to her life sooner too. After the 3rd time, she thought she'd give the old flower child a sex thrill. A few short minutes & they'd be done. 

A half-hour later, all she knew about orally hurrying men to their climaxes hadn't worked on John. He seemed to go into yogic trance to maintain his stamina. Maybe the guy knew more than she thought. No sense in wasting a good shagging opportunity so she deftly doffed her dainties & hopped his freight train. She'd show him what flexibility & helicopter loving was all about. An hour more & she was no closer to done milking his manhood, but it sure felt good impaling herself on his meat lance to her improvised staccato rhythm. 

Jennifer was about to phone Rani & pass John's battering ram baton to a fresh pair of legs & pot of honey, when he let out a long wolfish howl, bucked like a bronco, & squirted a double shot of his man seed deep into her raw vagina, much more than she had bargained for. When he bent over, licking his lips to snorkel her reef for tasty oysters & not come up for air anytime soon, she shied away, begging a rain check. That kind of loving would unleash her inner sex monster. They both ached for next class. 

Greece's Mount Olympus, mythic home of gods at 9,570 feet, is well known, but there are others: in Utah at 9,030 feet, in Washington at 7,980 feet, & along the Koʻolau summit on the paradise isle of O‘ahu in Hawai‘i at 2,755 feet. The latter is surrounded by dozens of waterfalls, yet it's at closed Sacred Falls, Araceli & Juan initially locked eyes & hearts. 

The first pet name he whispered in her ear was Sirena. "Sirena as a girls' name is pronounced sir-EEN-ah. It is of Greek origin meaning 'enchantress'. In Greek mythology, the sirens were half-woman, half-bird creatures who, by their irresistible singing, lured seamen to their doom." Its bird-woman singing enchantress aspect, not doom, inspired Juan to use that pet name, having seen her orb land & heard Araceli, Heavenly Altar, singing in the waterfall's shower. 

With that word, Araceli reacted like a lioness, pouncing on her prey, but Juan was smothered by kisses & love nips instead. She then regally lowered herself onto his member & slowly rode him as Queen of the Jungle on a palanquin. They played that way until dusk, utterly consumed by one another. 

"Aphrodite was the ancient Greek goddess of love, beauty, sex pleasure and procreation. She was depicted as a beautiful woman often accompanied by the winged godling Eros." He's not her status symbol, boy toy, or candy man. Juan Eros is her rock as she is his.  

Too old & slow, Sheriff Joe Arpaio chased them to Sky Harbor Int'l, only to watch their flight rise like a phoenix from the ashes of another life, Chicago-bound. Jackie & John were flying United to O'Hare. The desert below shimmered from summer heat ripples, but the cabin was a chilly 70°F, cooling Jackie's nipples, after lawsuits forced airlines to use more A/C. John got a blanket & pillows from a flight attendant so Jackie & he could get nice & cozy on the mostly empty jetliner. Aching so long to mate, now they were mere inches from their goal. 

Soon their kisses & petting put new heat stress of burning love on them. It was too risky to copulate in their seats so the tiny lavatory seemed their only viable option. When the coast was clearest, first John, then Jackie, moseyed to the back. Once inside, Jackie set the lock & with a sly smile turned her back on John seated on the toilet. He lifted the hem of her flirty light summer dress, carefully pulled her Lycra lace hi cut brief panties down to her ankles, & gazed at Jackie's perfectly molded derriere, seeing how well it joined her long lean sexy thighs below. 

Unable to control himself much longer, John grasped the top of Jackie's thighs & with his thumbs spread her cheeks to reveal her twin tunnels to paradise. He pressed his face to her flesh & took a deep breath of her musky scent, then ran his tongue down her cleaved buttocks as far as he could, all the while fondling her labia & clitoris with his fingers of both big hands. By now, Jackie was more than ready to receive his lance & rose on tiptoes while she bent over the sink to make her offer irresistible. 

With hands & fingertips busy caressing her sensitive erogenous points, John teasingly entered her ever so slowly, until he was fully immersed to the hilt & began steadily sliding out & back in, altering rhythm & motion, occasionally corkscrewing. By starting off slow, his stamina was prolonged, until he could tell that Jackie was fully satiated. Success now in the 'Mile High Club' ensured thousands more couplings to come. John & Jackie were meant to be playmates together.