by Cairo
“Ooh, y’all stop bein’ messy,” Heaven heard Clitina respond back. She laughed. “That’s my bitch.”
FORTY-THREE
Magic Stick . . .
“Aah, shit, baby,” CO Rawlings muttered in her ear as he held her by her hips—his fingertips digging into her warm flesh—and slowly he slid his dick in and out of her body.
He was thick. He was hard, so, so very hard.
She hummed with pleasure as he took her from behind, her puffy, heart-shaped pussy flowering open and then closing around him.
“Mmm,” she rasped. “Feed my hungry cunt with your good dick. Mm, yes, yes, yesss . . .”
His vision blurred.
“This pussy is so damn good,” he said huskily, tangling a hand into her long, loose hair, pulling back on it, just enough to make her head snap back and her scalp tingle.
“Oh, baby, baby, baby,” he chanted low in her ear as he rode her curves, swimming in her liquid fire. He was drowning—in her, in lust, in every part of her clutching cunt.
She trembled violently, her orgasm building into an enormous ball of roiling heat as he stroked her walls. She writhed in pure ecstasy. At the delicious pounding he was delivering. At the threat of getting caught with her panties down, hidden in a closet with his dick stuffed in her.
She wanted him to finish with her pussy, then take her mouth, then her ass. She wanted him to get lost in every orifice, to fuck every crevice of her core.
She moaned, her cunt juices sloshing out of her body. She couldn’t deny it, he felt so good inside of her. Why, why, why . . . did he have to be such a damn good lay?
Every part of her flesh was rigid. Her breasts, the turgid peaks of each nipple, ached in pure pleasure, causing her cunt to pulse uncontrollably.
“Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuuuuuck me . . .” Her words came in rasps. “Mmm. Yes, yes, yes . . . give it . . . to . . . me . . .”
Her soft pleas were music to his ears.
“Shit, baby, shit,” he murmured. “You about to make me cum . . .”
He wanted to be inside her raw. Wanted to feel every delicious inch of her pussy. He felt himself floating as she swallowed him over and over in a heated rush, causing him to bare his teeth. He struggled to maintain control, struggled to keep from toppling over, as he watched his condom-sheathed dick disappear in and out of her body. She was wet, soaking wet. And, so, so tight; so tight that he knew she hadn’t had a good fucking in a long, long time.
She radiated sensuality. A sexual heat that made him crazy with want, with need, with salacious desires.
“So good,” he rasped over and over in her ear.
“Mm, so . . . are . . . you,” she purred.
She shivered and a soft moan escaped her parted lips, and the CO squeezed her ass, pulling her open wider to him, his dick probing even deeper into her pussy than he already was. He felt the mouth of her cervix opening and closing, suckling the bulbous head of his dick.
Another low moan escaped her breathlessly as she clutched him, milked his shaft, her orgasm coating every inch of him. She didn’t want to get too used to this, but God—oh God, yes!
Then came a gasp. They’d been fucking for no more than four minutes and she was already on the verge of another orgasm. He didn’t have one of the biggest dicks she’d ever had, but it was by far one of the best. Better than her last lover’s. All eight inches of his thick dick stretched her just right, slid in and out of her body with the right amount of sweet burn. Stroked over her spot with delicious heat and friction.
Yes, yes, yes . . .
She threw her ass back at him, glancing over her shoulder to take him in. She wanted all of him, deep.
Hard.
Harder.
She reached back, pulled open her ass cheeks, and slammed back on his dick.
“Fuck me,” she murmured. “Mmmhmm. Fuck me.”
She curled her fingers until her nails clawed at the floor. Oh, oh, oh . . . mmm. She fought to stay unattached. And yet she was utterly fascinated by his masculinity. She glanced over her shoulder again. Her blurred gaze took in the sleek rippled muscles of his stomach, the dark whorls of hair at the base of his dick, and she came, her orgasm rushing out of her body.
His dick stroked over her spot again and again and again, brushing the ridges of her flesh, causing jolts of fire to shoot through her body. She pulled in her bottom lip, and bit back a scream.
“Spit in my asshole,” she urged breathlessly. “Finger me there.”
And then he did, a glob of spit pooling in her ass’s puckering, sweet brown hole. His middle finger slid inside her waiting, bubbling ass and then she began to rock her body just slightly, a signal that she wanted it, was ready for it. Both holes filled and fucked.
He twisted his finger in her ass, stroking her there the way he stroked her cunt. God yes. She arched her back, basking in naughty delight as Rawlings growled. He felt it. Her heart beat—thumpetythumpthumpthump—deep in her guts, his dick sweeping against her walls.
The CO watched, mesmerized by the way her cunt gobbled his dick, the way her ass sucked in his finger. He groaned low in the back of his throat as her body gripped every part of him, pulling out every inhibition. She had a measure of power over him that no other woman had ever achieved. He loved that she could let go and let her lust drive her, bringing him so much pleasure.
“So good, so good,” he rasped as the huge head of his erection poked and prodded at the basin of her well. He knew he couldn’t linger inside her body long. He had to get back to his post. And she had to return to her housing unit.
Fuck.
He wanted to stay right here. Engulfed in her wet heat. Buried balls-deep between her slick walls. He lightly smoothed a hand over the bare expanse of her back, causing her skin to prickle with heat. Then he leaned forward and planted kisses along her shoulder, his lips melting into her silken skin.
“You all mine, baby,” he breathed out, his voice thick with arousal. “You, this pussy, your body—I just wanna fuck your soul inside out, baby.”
She shuddered, mere words—low and dirty—slowly pushing her over the edge of another orgasm. Closer, closer, closer . . . she was almost there.
Goddamn, she was so fucking wet.
“Oh God,” she breathed out. “This dick is so . . . mmm . . . soooo . . . good.”
Arrogant warmth spread through him. Because the dick was good. And because he already knew that it was. He’d been waiting for her to finally say it. Admit it.
He thrust hard and then slowed, sliding his dick out to nearly the tip, moving his hips ever so slowly, stirring her juices over and around the head of his dick, before plunging back in. Deep.
Tension began rising in her groin. Her pelvis tightened. And her hand automatically went to her sloshy-wet pussy as it rapidly clenched tightly around his dick.
He was panting. “Aah, shit, baby. My dirty little prison slut . . .”
Her cunt flared at the truth, at the words. She made no apologies for being wanton and shameless.
“Goddamn you, baby . . . Aaah . . .”
Head thrown back, eyes closed, neck straining in pleasure, the veins in his forehead popped out. He was in a zone. And the look on his face brought a grin over the inmate’s lips. He was in heaven.
“Oh, my sweet fucking Heaven,” he whispered, murmuring out her name over and over as his dick jerked uncontrollably inside her until finally—fuck yes. Holy shit—he exploded inside her, slamming his dick in as hard as he could, the sound of slapping flesh ricocheting around the tiny space. He felt the closet spin as his orgasm violently erupted from his dick.
And then he collapsed, feeling more satiated than he’d ever felt in his entire life.
FORTY-FOUR
Fuck You In My Sleep . . .
“Mmm. Fuck me . . .” came a whispered voice.
Heaven had dozed off less than a minute ago, and yet she thought she was hearing things. Maybe dreaming. But then she heard the faintest of a moan, and the sligh
t creak of the mattress above her.
Her lashes fluttered open.
“Oh, yes . . . yes . . . fuck me . . .”
Heaven held her breath listening. And then came the familiar sound of wet clicking.
She blinked.
Oh. Oh. Ohhhh. Ooh, this horny bitch, Heaven thought.
Sabina was fingering herself.
Surprisingly, the hum of Sabina’s fingers sliding in and out of her cunt didn’t disgust Heaven. At least Sabina had waited until the wee hours of the night when she thought Heaven was sound asleep to pleasure herself. And yet the wet clickety-click-click sounds in combination with Sabina’s low moans caressed Heaven’s ears like a sensual lullaby. She breathed in Sabina’s arousal.
Then swallowed.
Oh God.
Her heart beat a little harder.
The thin mattress above Heaven’s head shifted. Sabina’s hips thrust upward, her fingers going in deeper as she bit her lip. Dear God. Holy fuck. She was so wet, so goddamn horned. She’d overheard Heaven phone sexing again with some mystery caller.
Heaven’s low dirty talk had sent a wave of sparks through Sabina’s cunt, her clit engorged, its tip becoming overly sensitive. She’d winced when her fingers made contact with her clit. She’d been so turned on, so close to coming that her eyes watered.
Awed. Aroused. She’d wanted to lean over the side of her bed and watch Heaven in the dark. Watch Heaven bring herself to orgasm as she ear-fucked her caller.
But Sabina hadn’t. Instead, she lie in her bunk and ear hustled, her hands freeing her swollen breasts from her bra and silently cupping them, lazily toying with her pink nipples, then pinching them into thick, rigid peaks.
Sabina didn’t know how long she’d been eavesdropping on Heaven and her phone lover. But when the sordid call had finally ended, her body was nearly trembling.
Her cunt soaked.
“Ooh, yes,” she murmured, replaying Heaven’s sensually heated conversation in her head.
“Mmm, yes, you nasty fucker. Let me smear my pussy in your face . . . Stick your finger in my ass while you’re sucking my clit. Yes, yes, yes . . . lick all over my cunt while I suck your dick . . . Mmm. I’m going to slob all over that dick, drench your balls in my spit . . .”
Click-click-clickety-click. Sabina’s fingers rapidly moved in and out of her body. She was almost there, almost. She hadn’t touched herself in weeks. But Heaven had ignited her need for release tonight. Oh God how she needed this. But she needed, wanted, a hard dick even more. Her pussy was tight, but three fingers stretched her, enveloping her fingers as she thrust deeper and harder.
The mattress creaked again.
Click-click-clickety-click-click.
Heaven’s gaze fixed up at the gray metal over her head and inhaled. Then she swallowed again. The heady scent of Sabina’s arousal began to fill the air. She bit her lip. Sabina’s low moans licked over Heaven’s skin, causing her pulse to race.
What the fuck was going on?
She wasn’t a lesbian. Had no attraction to women. But Heaven found herself immensely turned on beyond belief.
Her hand slid between her legs. Her fingertip circled her clit, rubbing over it; her pussy going wetter and hotter as she imagined herself straddling Officer Flores, his huge dick at the hungry mouth of her cunt, her fingers wrapped around his girth as she guided him inside her quivering body.
She shut her eyes and arched her back, spreading her legs wider, pretending her two fingers were his dick instead. In her mind’s eye, her hands were above her head against the headboard as he looked down at her, and watched the sight of his dick sliding in and out of her pussy, while he slid his hands underneath her ass, opening her so he could go deeper.
A moan slipped from her in response, and Sabina moaned as well. Heaven’s hand stroked through her swollen folds, fingering her clit.
Click-click-clickety-click.
The wet sounds bounced off the concrete walls and echoed in their ears. Both women’s fingers played their own symphony as they frantically sought to bring themselves pleasure, relief. Their cunts clamping around their fingers like two greedy fists.
Mm, yes. Erotic.
The scent of tangy, musky arousal filtered through their nostrils.
Sweat broke out on Sabina’s forehead, her face straining with her impending orgasm. She rotated her hips, grinding her ass into her mattress. Closer, closer . . . she was nearing another burst of pleasure. Another soft moan escaped her. Wet fire splintered through her, her cunt sizzling like hot oil.
She moaned—a notch above a whisper; more loudly than she had anticipated—as Heaven’s gasp caught in her throat, her own orgasm blooming through her body, unfurling like the petals of a budding rose.
Moments later, everything went quiet but for the sound of snores and whimpers elsewhere on the unit. Then the sound of keys could be heard as the housing officer strolled by their cell making his rounds. It was three a.m., his last time coming around the tier until six a.m. morning count.
Both women lay in their bunks, panting, their bodies flushed with pulsing heat, savoring the aftermath of their orgasms.
Sabina sucked on her cunt-stained fingers. Then listened out for Heaven’s breathing. Heaven licked the tips of hers, then closed her eyes, ready to finally count sheep behind her lids. She realized she’d somehow crossed naughtily into an alternative reality. One she wasn’t quite sure how she should feel about. But she wasn’t going to put too much thought into it. She’d wrestle with it in the morning.
For now, her mind and body craved sleep. She rolled onto her side. Then, seconds later, restlessly rolled back over on her back. God, what a horny bitch she was.
“Heaven,” Sabina whispered, breathing through her nose.
Heaven’s eyes opened, her gaze snapping to the underside of Sabina’s bunk.
Oh God! Had Sabina heard her over her own whispered moans?
“Heaven,” she breathed out again. “You sleep?”
Heaven wanted to ignore her. Oh how she wanted to feign being in deep slumber.
But her curiosity got the best of her.
“Yeah?”
“Can I taste your pussy?”
FORTY-FIVE
Girl, Lady, Woman . . .
“Can I taste your pussy?”
The words still ricocheted around in Heaven’s head two days later. She couldn’t believe Sabina had so boldly asked her that. Her words had sunk deep, finding their way to her still throbbing pussy.
“Just one night, Heaven. Let me pleasure you . . .”
Ooh. That scandalous bitch!
Heaven covered her face in heated shame. Not from the question, but from her response. “Yes,” she’d breathed out.
Holy fuck. She’d said, yes! Shocking herself, and Sabina. In a savage moment of desire and curiosity, she’d pulled back her sheet and spread her legs, revealing the mocha lips of her pussy, inviting Sabina between her legs. And Sabina’s already wet cunt had gotten ridiculously wetter. Her own juices sliding down the inner part of her thighs.
Heaven shook her head and groaned. One night of experimentation, of unadulterated pleasure, hadn’t turned her into a lesbian, had it?
No, no, of course not.
But she’d enjoyed it—a little too much. God, just the mere thought of the dirty things Sabina had done to her with her tongue and fingers still made her pussy tingle.
Dear Baby Jesus. Sabina’s tongue lightly fucking her, taunting her, tasting her from the inside out had her wild, bucking and writhing. She’d dug her nails into her sheet, clawing at her mattress.
She’d closed her eyes against the rushing heat, the sensations shooting through her body. She was dripping wet, hot.
“Keep your eyes open,” Sabina had urged, looking up at her through a veil of lust and lashes. Her pupils flickered with wild abandon. “Watch me.”
Heaven strained to open her eyes, and forced herself to observe Sabina devouring her cunt, savoring her rich, thick taste. Her tongue
and mouth working in harmony as she reached between her legs and used a hand to play between her own folds. The erotic sight caused an abject rush of pleasure to engulf Heaven. Her blood pounded. Taboo pleasure, thick and hot, pooled between her thighs, soaking into the sheet beneath her.
And then came fingers—one, two, three—slushing and stretching in and out of her cunt. She was deliciously wet. Mmmm. Sabina was so greedy for her. Her mouth watered. Drooled. She felt the ripple of Heaven’s pussy as she licked and sucked at her clit. She’d stroked Heaven’s velvety walls, reaching deeper to the spongy area of her G-spot. And Heaven . . . Lord Jesus, yes, yes, yes—she’d cried out. Mewled. Howled.
Ooh, wee. Every nerve ending in her cunt became alight with fire. Sweet agony.
Dirty pleasure coursed through her entire body. Everything she saw, felt . . . all heady abandon. It was, it was . . . an unexplainable type of sensation, a different sort of surrender.
“Oh. Oh,” she’d gasped as Sabina used a steady rhythm to lave her tongue up and down and over every inch of her folds, her slit, her clit. Every so often Sabina’s eyes drifted upward to gauge Heaven’s reaction to the pleasure she was determined to give her. She’d been consumed with tasting Heaven. To give her a taste of what type of pleasure a woman could give her, of what no man would give her as long as she was behind bars.
Heaven took two deep breaths, her mind still reeling from the memory.
This shit couldn’t have happened to her. But it had been. Live and direct. Sabina had snatched her breath and her cunt and had done with them what she damn well pleased, stroking in and out of her wet heat, enjoying the feel of her silky walls.
Heaven had begun biting her lip, trying to contain the sounds of pleasure bubbling out from the back of her throat, exploding into hot, dirty words.
Her hand tangled in Sabina’s hair, holding her head down to meet her thrusts.
“Give it to me, Heaven,” Sabina had whispered over her clit. “Come in my mouth. Flood my mouth with your sweet juices.”
She’d withdrawn her fingers from Heaven’s cunt and then moved her mouth down to her opening and wedged a wet finger inside her ass. The act had caught Heaven off guard and, yet, she came, hard, exploding in her mouth, on her tongue, glossing her lips and bathing her chin with her creamy nectar.