Becca XXX - Hard Time Ch. 05

"Aaaahhhhh... uhmmmm... eeeekkkk... yeeessssss," her voice was stifled as she buried her teeth into my neck to stop herself from crying out.

Sssqqquuuiiirrtttt.

My clit throbbed and my bloodstream filled with endorphins as I came hard and fast. Naomi gripped the life out of me and shook from head to toe as though she was being tasered. Her climax was strong and powerful as she convulsed beneath me, holding on for her life.

Pulse - pulse - pulse.

Tremble - quake - shiver.

Squirt - drip - squirt.

"Oh... uh... oh... Becca... yes," she gasped.

"Mmmm... oh... fuck... Naomi... keep it going."

Our orgasms became one, with each of us feeling the other's immense pleasure. The combined force of equilateral ecstasy was like an imploding star, sucking the life force out of us both and shaking our worlds like never before.

My love piss dripped from my gusset and soaked into her panties as we writhed and gyrated with wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through our bodies.

Like all cosmic events such as this, it could not be sustained for long and we eventually collapsed inwards on ourselves, our bellies sucking in and our lungs burning from exertion. I fell forwards on top of her and her legs flopped out either side of mine as though we were in the missionary position. We were breathing hard as she released her vice-like grip from my back, her arms splaying out to the sides like a corpse.

I stayed on top of her, gulping in air and holding her close. After a few seconds, I rolled off and lay next to her with my chest heaving and my breath rasping oxygen into my lungs. She immediately rolled onto her side and snuggled under my arm, bathing in the afterglow of an earth-shattering climax.

Silence returned and it felt peaceful and tranquil as though the world had stopped spinning for a second. Euphoria overwhelmed us far more than any drug ever could. It didn't matter that we were locked in a tiny cell, wrongly accused of different crimes, we were happy lying in each other's arms.

After a few moments of getting our breath back, Naomi broke the silence.

"Fucking hell, Becca. No one has ever got me off that quick in my life," she sighed. "You're like a sexual magician."

"You're welcome," I giggled. "But I must say, you've surprised the hell out of me."

"In what way?" she lifted up onto one elbow and stared down at me as I lay on my back.

"I thought you were straight," I laughed.

"Well, do you want to hear something funny," she snorted.

"Of course."

"I am straight."

"What? Fuck off. No way."

"I am, I swear. Until I got banged up that is. I'm what you call 'gay for the stay'," she smiled.

"Gay for the stay? What the fuck is that?"

"A lot of girls in here are gay for the stay. Before we came in here, we were straight and we'd never fucked another woman before. Now that we're inside, we seek out relationships with other women until we leave prison. We're only gay while we're in here. Hence the saying 'gay for the stay'."

"Are you kidding me?" I shifted my head sideways to look her in the eyes in disbelief.

"Straight up," she laughed. "Excuse the pun."

"Well, you certainly had me fooled. And you learned quick. Fuck me, that was intense."

"Thanks," she smiled. "I'm a very sexual person. Once I get started, there's no stopping me."

"Yeah. I got that," I giggled. "I think we both needed that."

"Too right."

She paused for a second and then started giggling like a school girl.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Nothing. It's just that I've never been with a squirter before," she laughed. "You're a messy bitch, aren't you?"

"Sorry," I giggled. "It only happens when I get super turned on."

"Don't be sorry. It was amazing. My knickers are soaked with your cum," she purred. "I feel so slutty right now."

"Oh yeah. I forgot you liked cummy knickers," I smiled.

I wasn't done with her yet. I remembered her masturbating with Spalding's spunk in her panties and I knew I was about to go for round two with her. She seemed to like having my cum all over her underwear as much as she did Spalding's.

"How do you do it?" she asked.

"Do what? Squirt? I can teach you. It doesn't work for everyone, but we can give it a try if you want."

"Fuck yeah. I want," she laughed.

"You have to be extremely turned on and sensitive for it to work. Beginners need to stimulate the G-spot and clit, but once you get used to it, you can just squirt during orgasm," I explained. "How turned on are you right now?"

"Becca, my underwear is soaked in the squirt juice of another woman. How turned on do you think I am?" she laughed.

I leaned up and kissed her on the lips. It was more tender this time. We'd already done the hard, fast sex - now it was time for the slow and sensual. I stroked my saliva-coated tongue over hers, swapping spit in the process. She sucked me in and swallowed it down without hesitation.

Apart from rubbing our cunts against one another's through our panties, we hadn't touched each other below the waist. That was about to change, but I needed to work up to it. It was going to turn me on as much as her to rip her panties down and feast on her womanhood, but she needed to build up in order to squirt.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and rose up so that I was on the same level as her, lying side by side. I gave her hair a gentle tug to pull her onto her back and she obeyed like a student following her master's lead.

"Who was your first in Bronzefield?" I uttered. "Who turned you gay?"

"Melody. My lesbian experiences have mainly been with her," she seemed a little nervous now that I was taking control.

"Who instigated it?"

"She did."

"Describe what she did to you," I whispered, kissing her softly and gazing into her eyes again.

This was more for her benefit than mine. Describing her first lesbian experience would focus her mind and let her relive those amazing feelings that she'd felt at the time. Your first time with another woman is unforgettable. The fact that it made my clit throb too was a bonus.

"We were in her cell. Arrow was in class and wouldn't be back for hours," she began her story.

"Arrow and Melody share a cell?"

"Yes... sorry... didn't I mention that?"

"No, but it makes sense now. I wondered where her cell mate was the other day. Sorry, carry on."

"We were talking about the lack of meaningful sex in prison and she mentioned that she was bi-sexual. She asked me if I was too and said I'd never tried it with a woman."

"You felt nervous, but horny," I interrupted, stating facts rather than asking questions.

"Yes."

"Keep those memories in your head. Relive your first time with Melody... feel the same emotions you did back then."

"I remember it like it was yesterday. It was such a vivid experience. We ended up on Arrow's bed, kissing each other with her on top of me."

"Like this," I kissed her softly on the lips and then slowly moved away.

"Mmmm, just like that."

"And you liked her soft lips against yours. It felt better than a man's rough skin," I stated.

I kissed her again stroking her neck with my fingertips. I could feel her carotid artery pumping beneath my touch.

"I loved it. It was new and exciting."

"I bet. What did she do then?"

"She kissed my neck and down towards my naked breasts," she continued.

I acted out her story, grazing my plump lips under her chin and across to her nape. I then dropped down to her collar bone and ran the back of my hand over it, following along with light kisses.

"Oooh, fucking hell, Becca," she quivered.

"Stay focussed," I whispered.

I was supporting my weight on my left elbow as my right hand cupped her left tit. I flicked my tongue over her right nipple, tasting the sweat from her skin. She was salty and smooth with a hint of her pheromones attacking my tastebuds. Her back arched and she pushed up towards me to encourage my amorous advances.

"You liked her touching you, didn't you," I said. "It felt dirty."

"Oh fuck... yes."

I sucked her other breast, tracing the outline of both of them with my free hand. They were beyond firm. The breast tissue inside was pushed up tight against her skin due to her well-developed pectoral muscles. She had the body of a sex goddess.

"You wanted her to go lower, didn't you? You willed her to do it. Were you completely naked or did you still have your panties on?"

I knew the answer. She wouldn't have wanted to get completely naked in someone else's cell, on someone else's bed, in an all-female prison. Of course she would still have had her knickers on. Just like now. Plus, if Melody was half as good as she sounded, she'd like the thought of making her newest lover soak her underwear with arousal. Everyone loved a girl to wet her knickers with girl goo.

"Yes. My underwear was getting wetter by the second. I willed her to go lower. Fuck... she sensed it... it was incredible..."

"The connection?" I interrupted.

"Yes."

I grazed my hand across her washboard stomach, feeling every one of her prominent abs. She shuddered, knowing where I was heading. My head followed the path of my hand, kissing and licking along its path like a trailer following a car.

"Fuck... yes," she whimpered.

I got to her waist band and backed away a little to see how wet her knickers were.

They were so sodden that they were pretty much see-through. I could smell the essence of cunt juice from a foot away. Maybe it was mine I could smell - I wasn't sure. I'd soaked her with my female ejaculate so it was probably a mixture of both.

"She stopped at that point too," Naomi whispered in a breathy voice. "She said she wanted to savour the moment and see how wet she'd made me. She said she could smell my aroused pussy."

"I can smell it too," I purred. "You smell delicious. Do you like the smell of another woman's cunt?"

"Fuck yeah. Melody and I swapped underwear after our first fuck so we could smell each other that night."

"You horny bitches. Do you want to smell mine?"

"Oh fuck, Becca. More than anything."

I quickly thumbed down my panties while breathing her in, filling my lungs with her sweet aroma. My underwear was so wet it was dripping as though I'd peed myself.

"Here you go," I smiled up at her. "This is how horny you made me. Smell my cunt on those panties, you sexy bitch."

I buried my face between her legs and breathed in deeply as she held the wet garment up to her nose.

Snnnniiiifffffff. Exxxhhhallllleeeeeee

We took in each other's scent at the same time.

It was heady and intoxicating.

Sweet and musky.

She squirmed on the duvet and parted her legs for me so I could squeeze in between them head first.

"Did Melody like the smell of your cunt?" I murmured.

"Mmmhmm. I like the smell of yours."

I heard her sucking on the fabric and looked up to see her stuffing them into her mouth, gusset first.

"You dirty, sexy slut," I tittered.

My face went back down to the heart of her being and I opened my mouth as wide as I could. Her vulva filled my mouth through her panties and I sucked hard to extract the juice from the flimsy material.

Sssssssuuuuucccckkkkkkkk.

I tasted washing detergent and the unmistakable flavour of an over hydrated snatch. It was salty and sweet all rolled into one and it made my heart skip a beat.

"Did she do this?" I asked.

"No, she pulled them down and licked me out," she quivered.

It seemed a shame to waste such precious juices, but I was following her story. I gave the knickers a tug and she lifted her ass up so I could remove them. She was breathing heavily by now and I knew she was well on the way. Her senses were filled with nothing but sex, which is exactly what I was hoping for.

She could smell me, taste me, hear me and feel me on her sexy body. She didn't need to see me, her eyes were closed, reliving her experience with Melody and enjoying my expert touch.

After a week of ogling her, I finally got the most perfect view of her wet pussy. Her pronounced pubic mound looked like the hump in the centre of a supercharged hotrod's bonnet. It peaked up from the creases of her thighs like a majestic mountain, glorious and commanding.

Her spread legs and engorged labia caused her lips to part and show me her dark pink insides. She was slick and shiny, purple and pouting with her pink clit poking out of its hiding place like a hooded cobra.

It looked like the finest meal anyone could ask for.

I'd promised to try and get her to squirt and it wasn't the first time I'd guided somebody. I always started with the clit and took my time to build the juices up inside her. I didn't know what Naomi liked when it came to clitoral stimulation so I gently massaged either side of her hood with my fingers to test the water. I knew that direct contact was sometimes too much for some women.

Her response was immediate and she thrust up to encourage me to touch it. That was the only signal I needed. I used the pad of my first two fingers to spread her own lubricant over her erect bud. It felt gristly and slimy like a tiny prawn.

"Fuck me... you're far better at this than Melody," she groaned. "Oh my fucking god."

Now I knew what she liked, I spread her lips open further and dropped my face back down to her crevice. The smell of her pheromones was stronger now, as her orgasm started to build inside her. The foreplay was as good as over; it was time to work my magic on her.

"Fuck me... you smell good," I gasped, feeding her climax with dirty talk.

She needed to feel wanted and desired and like she was the only woman on earth that mattered to me.

At that point - she was.

After all the sexual abuse I'd been subjected to since my arrival at Bronzefield, this was a welcome change of pace.

It was loving and tender and I savoured every moment. My world was usually full of rape and violence and moments like this one were rare and fleeting. I'd only felt this way with a select few people in my life and Naomi was now added to the list.

She deserved my very best performance.

"Your clitoris and G-spot are closely linked," I explained. "Both need strong stimulation in order to squirt for the first time."

I slipped my middle and ring finger inside her pussy, feeling her clamping down hard around them. My index finger and pinky slipped down towards her asshole so I could grip her firmly. She was so tight that I had to push hard in order to find her G-spot. She squirmed and gasped at the initial penetration. My hand was facing the ceiling and I felt around until my fingertips found the right spot.

The G-spot feels spongy and rough like the skin of an orange. It's only about the size of a fifty pence piece and is located on the front wall of the vagina almost behind the clit. If you don't know what you're feeling for, it's easy to miss. Naomi's was already swollen due to her earlier orgasm and her high state of arousal.

"Oh my god, Becca," she writhed. "I'm so fucking turned on."

"I know I can feel it," I said in a breathy voice. "Relax, tell me more about Melody... did she make you cum?"

"Yes... oh fuck yes... she made me cum all over her face," she cooed.

"You liked the feel of another woman's touch, didn't you? I bet she knew how to play with a pussy properly..."

"Fuck yeah... she did."

I held her clitoral hood open with my index finger and thumb and started to slowly lick around its edge. At the same time, I began my beckoning motion against her G-spot, stimulating her Skene gland which sits just behind it.

The Skene gland is the equivalent to the male prostrate and can be milked in a similar way. Hard pressure mixed with a tapping and massaging motion causes it to swell and produce its fluid. That fluid fills the bladder with a weak milky secretion which is thought to help lubricate the urethra.

"It felt new and exciting to have a woman get you off," I continued my mind games with her. "You felt dirty, but you didn't want it to stop."

"Yes... so dirty... don't stop... please don't stop."

I felt her body stiffen and relax as she approached orgasm. I continued my assault on her G-spot and clit, trying to time her orgasm with her bladder filling at an exponential rate. I knew how it would feel for her and I could feel her spongy spot swelling with every second that passed.

"I know you can feel it," I reassured her. "Can you feel it building up?"

"I feel pressure inside me," she panted. "It's a bit like when I need to pee."

"That's exactly how it's supposed to feel, but don't worry, it's not pee. That's your squirt juice building up inside you. Just relax and go with it."

Rub - tap - rub -tap.

Lick -suck - slurp - drool.

Her pussy tasted like heaven on earth as I lapped away rhythmically at her love bean. It was even harder now as her climax grew ever closer.

She suddenly got incredibly wet and I knew she was close. Her hands came up to her breasts and she caressed them, squeezing them hard and wriggling her legs about on the duvet. I kept her torso clamped in position and increased my pace and pressure against her spongy G-spot. My flat tongue licked her clit more intensely to trigger her climax.

I knew that the contraction of her pelvic floor muscles at the point of orgasm would cause her bladder to expel whatever was inside it. It would be an involuntary body reaction controlled by the Skene gland.

"Holy shit, you're going to squirt, Naomi. I can feel it. You're going to spray my face with your girly spunk," I encouraged her. "Come on... that's it... let it go... cum all over me like you did with Melody."

Rub - tap - rub -tap.

Lick -suck- slurp - drool

Rub - tap - rub -tap.

Her back arched and she gripped her tits so hard that I thought she was going to rip them off.

"Yes... I feel it... fuck..." she half moaned and half giggled like a young teen feeling an orgasm for the first time.

"Cum... squirt you dirty bitch."

"Yes... oh fucking hell... yes."

Right on cue, she clamped down hard on my thrusting fingers and stuffed my knickers into her mouth to stop her from screaming the place down.

I felt her vaginal walls contract and her belly sucked in. The involuntarily spasm caused her bladder to pulse and squirt like someone stamping on a tube of toothpaste. A jet of slightly milky liquid spurted from her pee hole and sprayed all over my thrusting fingers.

"Mmmmmpppffff... fffffcccckkkk," she bit down hard on my panties, my scent and taste driving her to another level of consciousness.

I opened my mouth wide as her next contraction rocked her sexy body like an earthquake. My thumb took the place of my tongue on her clit to keep her going and her juice splattered into my mouth like a water sprinkler.

Squirt - spray - gush.

Rub - rub - rub.

The duvet was soaked in seconds under her writhing mass, but I was unrelenting. She needed this release to completely drain her bladder of its contents. It tasted sweet with a hint of pee, but to me it was the nectar of the gods.

Her muffled screams went higher-pitched as she peaked and her squirts started to subside. My hand, face and hair were dripping in her ejaculate and my fingers felt like they were inside a vice - she clamped down so hard.

Finally, she couldn't take anymore and her hand came down between her legs and she wriggled away from me.

Her chest was heaving up and down and her breathing was laboured. A monumental orgasm tends to do that to you.

"Fuuuuuuccck," she murmured, taking my knickers out of her mouth. "That... was... fuuuuuccckkkk."

Her body trembled with tiny aftershocks and her face beamed like she was the happiest woman on earth.

"And that's how you squirt," I laughed.

I collapsed down next to her rubbing my wrist to relieve the cramp I'd accumulated from making her cum.

"Thank you... thank you... thank you," she planted kisses all over my mouth. "I'm lost for words."