“Well Maddy, looks like we have an audience,” she said and then moaned as she grinded harder. Madeline didn’t seem to notice, she was gripping Ellen’s breasts and cooing gently, clearly enjoying a post-sexual buzz. I tried to turn away, but I knew I was caught. What was going to happen?
“Sorry,” I started.
“Don’t stop,” Ellen said, running her hands all over her body. It was clear from the look in her eye that she was about to cum, “get over her, I want you to keep jacking. I want you to cum on me while I have my baby’s cock in my ass.” She said in a low groan. For a moment I was frozen. Had she really just asked me that? I looked around. Everyone was finishing up their showers, pretending they didn’t see. The guard was out of sight and definitely out of mind.
I thought about turning and going towards my clothes, just getting dressed and leaving. But I looked over at Madeline and Ellen. I saw Ellen’s pretty face, watched her tongue roll across her lips, I saw Madeline’s white hands on Ellen’s black breasts, and I saw Madeline’s cock still buried deep in Ellen’s asshole. I needed to cum. I dropped my soap and starting rubbing my cock again.
“Good girl,” Ellen said, “come closer.” I was still about ten feet away from the lovers. For a moment, I just kept jacking myself off looking, but I started to move closer. I saw that Madeline’s cock was still hard in Ellen’s ass and that she was still grinding on it. I kept moving closer, all the while stroking my dick, feeling its heat and warmth and getting my fingers sticky from my roiling pre-cum.
I stopped walking when I was about two feet in front of Madeline and Ellen. I heard low moans and Madeline’s labored breathing. I could smell their sex and I could almost feel the heat coming off of their bodies. My eyes locked on Ellen’s. Her brown eyes seemed smoldering, they showed her internal sexual need. I was so horny when I saw them; I mean I can’t describe it.
Just looking at her put me over the edge. I squeezed my little cock hard and stroked it one last time. I arched my feet, standing up straight on my toes. I let out an involuntary grunt and then I felt the whole world go white in a storm of pleasure. My entire body felt warm and I felt like I was vibrating. My cock was so sensitive, I took my hand from it and it quivered as it shot load after load of hot white cum. I opened my eyes as I was cumming and I watched as thick white ropes of sperm shot through the air and splattered on Ellen’s thigh and stomach. My white cum contrasted so nicely with Ellen’s dark skin, I could see every drop.
Ellen seemed to move as though struck as each little drip of cum splattered against her skin. She when the last of my seed splashed against her cock, she finally let out a loud scream. It wasn’t a word, it was just a raw sexual noise. And then suddenly, even though it had never been touched, Ellen’s cock exploded. A giant surge of white liquid shot from her cock and arched across the shower. It splashed against my tits with a wet sound. It was warm and slimy and I could feel it running down my body. More cum came, some against my feet, most hitting the shower floor.
I looked down at the cum on my breasts. It was the first time someone else’s cum touched me. I scooped a little bit of it up with my finger and looked at it closely. It was pearly and beautiful. I could smell it, and my mouth watered. I looked at Ellen and she was looking at me with a sort of dazed air. I scooped the cum into my mouth quickly. It was salty and familiar. I let it roll over my tongue, squishing it between my teeth and savoring the flavor, the texture, of Ellen’s seed.
I loved the taste. Soon, I was scouring my body, scooping up Ellen’s sperm and shoveling it into my mouth. I saw Ellen and Madeline watching me but I didn’t care. Finally, when I was certain that I’d gotten all the cum, I stepped back under the shower to rinse myself clean. Just as I finished, the showers shut off. My time was up. I walked back over to the bench and saw that Ellen and Madeline were already dressed.
“You’re a kinky one,” Ellen said smiling. I saw her eyes work over my body.
“Hey I recognize you,” Madeline said, “You’re that famous tranny from CNN.”
“I guess so,” I said, collecting my things. I didn’t know if I wanted to be remembered as the CNN tranny or the kinky girl. I don’t know what had come over me there. As soon as I’d finished eating the cum, I felt like I was back to normal. The person who did those things was not me. Not that I didn’t enjoy it. Oh I don’t know, it so weird and complicated.
“Well we… get together every shower. If you’re interested in watching,,” Ellen said and then she and Madeline got up, hand in hand, and walked out of the shower together.
And I was naked and alone in the shower. I was still a little stunned by all of this and I still had the taste of cum in my mouth and the visions of sex in my brain. Everything was just as weird as I feared it would be on the first day. But I didn’t have any choice, I quickly got dressed and left.
* * * * *
The next few days were pretty routine, but I was more wary. I can’t explain it really. It wasn’t like jacking off on those girls in the shower had been bad in any way. I mean, it was so sexy to see them together and cumming… hell who doesn’t love cumming? But I realized that I could slip into this illusion of sexual safety. Like, I am having enough fun watching people have sex and masturbating, I forgot how dangerous this place can be. So I still hung out with my friends and everything, but I tried not to talk or think about sex. Better to just deal with the awful routine of prison. I’d spent my entire life ignoring sex and ignoring my sex drive, I needed to keep that together here in prison. Just like on the outside, that was safer. Pat Robertson was right… Sex is bad.
Ignoring your thoughts is tough in prison. I mean waking up early, eating the terrible food, doing my job, killing time trying not to be bored, going to sleep when I wasn’t tired. The whole thing had a tendency to make you so numb and bored. And. Each. Day. Passed. So. Slowly. I mean, I was there for like two weeks and it felt like two years. My new friends could tell I was bummed, but what could they do? I just had to deal with it.
But my subconscious wouldn’t let me forget. Once the genie is out of the bottle, I guess it is hard to put it back in. I hadn’t dreamed since I’d first been arrested for assault. Night was just a long blank that I woke up from. When I was out of prison, when I was chasing my career, I had the same dream every night. I was the biggest fucking deal in the world. I would sell out stadiums and I would sing my music and people would sing along. I’d hear my shit on the radio and I’d have more money than God. And I loved that dream. I was just the pretty girl who could sing. Not the homicidal tranny.
But my new dreams were different, darker, and somehow more real and satisfying. I was having sex dreams every night. The dreams were different, but the result was the same. I was getting fucked by girls in the prison with me. I know, shocker right, but there I was and it would be different girls all the time. I’d see their cocks buried in my ass and I’d see their lips wrapped around my balls. And I’d wake up with a massive hard-on. I didn’t know what to think about my sudden change in dreams, but it scared me. And excited me.