Talking Dirty

At first Debra imagined herself locked up night and day with a hundred sex-starved women, which added further spice (as if it were needed) to our sexual couplings. Then ‘Domina’ re-entered our life.

I began receiving letters from Donna Wagner shortly after she was sentenced for doing in poor old Lou. Prison was changing her, she said. She was free from booze and drugs, exercising every day and over the past year had lost almost a hundred pounds. I was impressed and Debra was too. We arranged to visit her.

Neither of us was quite prepared for the transformation Donna had undergone. She appeared before us in the visitor’s area seated behind a plexi-glass screen. When she stood up to greet us she took our collective breath away! Gone was the obese street sloppy leather queen and in its place was a tall, dark-haired svelte, sexy woman who belied her 43 years by at least 10. She was a knockout! And if I was entranced, Debra was mesmerized; I could practically hear her mouth watering!

We talked with Donna for at least two hours and were amazed at the new person she had become. No longer sullen and full of fight she talked openly of the wasted years of addiction and excess, her background of abuse and neglect and her days behind bars now spent part-time as a university student working toward an English degree. Donna wanted to write and what stories no doubt she could tell!

All the way home we talked about Donna and Debra confessed to feeling enormously attracted towards her. That, at least, I understood. Whatever else Donna Wagner a.k.a. Domina Viagra had become she was now undeniably sexy with luscious Zaftig curves and breasts like big tropical fruits straining to escape her neat cotton work shirt. Her smoldering dark eyes, long black hair and full red lips giving up shy, almost girlish smiles had both our hormones humming. I could tell too, that Donna had her eyes all over my partners’ well shaped little body.

I was content to visit Donna once a month or so but Debra made the 2-hour drive to see her every Sunday. She had promised, ostensibly at least, to help her with her studies. The second weekend out though Debra asked her about sex behind bars and confessed to her wicked fantasies around that scenario.

Donna did not disappoint nor disabuse her of the notion. Sex behind bars in a women’s prison was an everyday occurrence, almost unremarkable, except for the intensity of the passions it often aroused. The voyeur in Debra was hooked and the raw talented storyteller that Donna was becoming rose to the descriptive challenge.

“Honey,” Donna drawled, “I have pussy 3 times a day in here! Last week I was with Jenny, a red-haired little fox with big titties who loves momma to spank her when she’s bad. And she is soooo bad!” she laughed. “We did it in the kitchen store room, in the shower stalls off the range and in our cells at lockdown. We kissed and fucked our little pussies all red and swollen for days!” They both laughed together at the image but both women could feel the heat rising as Donna’s bawdy tales of lust and seduction behind prison walls continued.

But suddenly Donna stopped in the middle of relating the salacious details of a small orgy in the gym last week to take a sensuous breathy sigh then look Debra, sweet innocent looking 4th grade teacher Debra, right in the eyes and begin slowly to unbutton her shirt. Debra gasped as a view of pillowy cleavage was exposed, then a white cotton sport bra, until the blue denim shirt hung open. Donna took the edge of the bra and lifted it, baring her huge breasts to Debra’s unblinking, astonished gaze.

“I just so like my titties played with,” Donna murmured into the phone and into Debra’s ear. “My nipples are soooo sensitive!” she added, stroking an enormous brown one with her fingers until Debra thought it might burst from swelling.

“Now you sweet baby Jane” Donna whispered into Debra’s ear. Debra looked around quickly, surprised at her rapid acquiescence. Because it was still early the visiting area was deserted. The guards, she noticed, were all tucked away in their office hidden by the interview area dividers. The two women were virtually alone to finish out this strange dance of passion they had started. Tentatively she began to undo her blouse.

“This is crazy” she whispered to Donna behind the plexi-glass but pulled open her white sheer blouse and lifted her bra. Seeing the satisfied smile on Donna’s face she asked “You like them?”

Donna’s jaw dropped at the sight of Debra’s round firm breasts and hard little pink nipples, answering her inquiry. She too began to stroke her own nipples and felt a flood of juices running from her pussy.

Donna moaned into the phone then both women moved together and pressed their breast flesh flat against the plastic divider between them, nipple to nipple. Their lips moved together too in an intense kiss just a mere half-inch apart from each other. Even so, Debra thought it was the most erotic kiss she’d ever experienced. Their tongues danced together against the cool clear plastic and their eyes locked in a steamy embrace.

The palms of both women’s hands met, fingers pointing down and began descending as if each could reach between the legs of the other. As they reached their pubic regions they slowly stroked each other through the glass as if they had finally broached soft yielding pussy flesh.

Donna stepped back and watched Debra’s hand intently. “Play for me baby” she whispered, “Play with your hot little cunt while I watch!”

Debra couldn’t believe herself as her right hand undid her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. Her white cotton panties followed. She thought briefly of her oh so prim and proper principal Ms. Buxton, and chuckled inwardly at the thought of the woman’s face if she could see her now. Or her students! Oh my God! she whispered to herself.

Donna’s own hand had meanwhile disappeared between her own legs and moved rapidly beneath her blue cotton work pants. Debra boldly bared her sex, plunged a finger into her wet little slit and began to masturbate as Donna gazed on.

Donna panted into the phone, “Oh my! That pink little snatch is so beautiful, honey! Fuck yourself good now baby! I wanna watch you finger fuck that hot little twat. Fuck that cunt for me babydoll!” Donna lowered her own pants too.

Donna’s words were like fire to Debra’s soul. She had never heard talk quite like this before, not from me and certainly not from another woman. It drove her wild. And now she saw revealed the dark tangle of Donna’s pussy fur with two fingers plunging deep inside her own cunt and the site brought Debra near to climaxing. She matched Donna’s actions by inserting fingers into her own neatly trimmed dark bush and found her G spot. She fucked herself loudly; even placing the phone receiver next to her eager fingers so Donna could lap up the sticky wet sounds of her self-pleasuring.

“Oh my God, I’m coming!” Debra panted urgently, bringing the phone back to her mouth. A shudder ran through her whole body and a gigantic wave of orgasmic energy coursed up through her abdomen and out to very tips of her fingers. She mouthed a silent scream, and with a look of intense concentration willed herself against all odds to remain quiet lest anyone here her.

What did escape from Debra was a low-key wailing and three huge squirts of ejaculate from her urethra, the first time she’d ever come that way. Her hand was soaked with her juices and a small puddle of the clear come had gathered on the floor at her feet.

Those squirts were way too much for Donna who, with Debra staring open-mouthed in front of her, had an intense, soul-searing orgasm that literally took her breath away. As the shakes and tremors slowly subsided from both women they looked up and flashed wicked evil grins at each other.

“Never done that before in jail,” giggled Donna, “Y’all come back now, y’ hear?” Donna then blew Debra a kiss and hung up her phone. Debra laughed and returned the kiss with a sensual smack of her swollen lips.

Donna did up her clothes and waved a hand goodbye. Then, with a toss of her long dark hair, she turned and walked back into the prison compound as if nothing had happened.

Debra stared at her retreating figure for several stunned seconds not quite believing what had just happened. She straightened up her own clothing then calmly walked back to her car. The guards didn’t even look up.

Debra couldn’t wait to tell me all about it of course. I was amazed and awestruck by their ingenuity and daring but something puzzled me. Debra made a lot of noise when she had sex, over and above the dirty talking she loved. How did she manage to keep quiet enough for the whole prison not to hear her?

“Oh, that was hard,” she said to me in that earnest, almost naïve way she had,
“ But what I did,” she said in all seriousness “was remember just what happened to the LAST poor soul who talked dirty to ol’ Domina Viagra!”

When I finally stopped laughing I had to stop and wonder if the ghost of old Misogyny Lou McAllister hadn’t been in that room in the jail, keeping the guards distracted and the visitors out while “yon cheesy little cunt an’ the great poxy whore o’ Babylon” went at it in the corner. I bet he was.