Jill Kelly Goes Back to Prison
By
Deputy Duffy
The sun was making its first light as Jill slowly opened her eyes. She wiped the
cobwebs from them, before she rolled over and gasped, noticing April, the
sleeping beauty, next to her. Almost forgetting that she had just spent the
night in another woman's bed. Still not believing how she spent the night
enjoying another woman's body, another woman enjoying hers. Just the thought
caused her to twinge with sweet emotions. Emotions not yet hardened by time, but
memories of her white picket fence life, all but vanished.
Her life often filled with erotic adventures, now. Some of which warmed her.
Some that chilled her to the bones.
Jill's mind retraced the hands of time that had led her to this moment. It
seemed like only yesterday that she first met April at the Vermont State Prison
for Men when she went there to visit her husband Stan, who was serving out his
sentence there.
Admiring how the rays of light honored April's beauty, Jill reached out, but was
almost afraid to touch the flawless skin of the woman who had become a close
friend over the last year. The woman who had seemingly filled the void left in
Jill's life, after her husband was sentenced to some serious time behind steel
bars.
She brushed April's lower lip, thinking of how friendship had blossomed into
lust with an innocent kiss. A kiss that turned into more, and then into a night
of passion and sexual exploration. A night that still left Jill with the taste
of April's essence on her tongue, even now, several hours later.
With her mind wondering, Jill slowly pictured the deputy, who had forever
changed her life, tending to a horrific scene. She cringed, thinking about the
phone call that informed her that he would not be using them for his wanton
pleasures, just yet, as a fatal car crash had pressed him into his sworn duty.
Jill's eyes welled up at the irony that someone had paid the ultimate price to
spare them (as April was wrong about the deputy just wanting a blowjob), and had
allowed them the lustful opportunity. They also welled up from looking at April,
surprised that she could make her feel so alive, while, also wondering if she
could ever walk in yesterday's shoes.
Jill managed to drift back to sleep, after she stroked April's blonde hair that
she admired so, and kissed her forehead.
When Jill woke up several hours later, April was already making breakfast. The
smell of bacon awaking Jill's senses, she sheepishly made her way into the
kitchen, her nerves eased with a simple smile.
After they ate, they took a playful shower together, which concluded with a
shaving session. They shaved their legs and under-arms, first, and then they
also shaved around each other's pussies. It was an act Jill, at one time, swore
she would never do. Although, today, Jill found it strangely erotic to be so
exposed to her new lovers touch, especially, when April applied some lotion to
the newly shaved area.
Jill stayed at April's house, day after day, afraid to leave, seemingly afraid
to break the hearty spell. April provided her more love and understanding than
Jill had ever seen. She also scratched an itch that her husband couldn't quite
find.
The two women woke up on Saturday morning and showered after another lust filled
night, a night in which Jill finally understood, the strap on dildo thing, and
the pleasure that women can derive from it. April also showed her the fun they
could have with things that go "buzz" and how to use the little balls on a
string. April fixed their hair and makeup after they dried off. She made them
look extra slutty. Jill protested at her reflected glance, but April announced
that she was just in that mood. Next, they dressed in their all black prison
outfits, which were just small tops that clung to their breasts and small tight
skirts. April also talked Jill into skipping their underwear, which also helped
with the sluttishness factor. Clear stiletto high heels rounded out April's
look, while Jill wore smaller black pumps. When the women were finished dressing
Jill started getting nervous, like she always did on visitation day, memories of
past visits dancing in her head.
The two women jumped into April's four by four and made their way to the prison.
As they drove Jill began feeling more and more nervous as she wondered how she
would react to seeing her husband, after what happened last night. The fact that
April also informed her that today was the day that Deputy Duffy had arranged
for April to have a "special" visit with her husband, deep inside the prison,
didn't help the nervous factor either. (The deputy keeping his word, even
though, he had yet to collect his booty.)
They pulled into the prison's parking lot. The barbed-wired walls, still sending
shivers down Jill's spine. The women made their way to the prison's backdoor,
where they were met by a large, shotgun carrying, guard.
"Where here to see our husbands, and ah, Sergeant Adams told us to come back
here," April mumbled, a little flustered by the imposing figure's weapon,
pointed in her direction.
"Oh really," the guard barked. "Well...we will see."
The guard used a phone, hanging on the wall just inside the door, and after a
short conversation turned back to the women, who shared concerned looks. Jill's
knees knocked.
"Ok, he is on his way," the guard said, before he lustfully soaked in the women,
dressed in their sexy attire. Even having them turn around for him. The large
guard suddenly stepped back and licked his lips. Using his weapon, he motioned
for the women to lift their tops.
"It's alright Guard Wetley, I'll sign for them," Sergeant Adams said,
interrupting the action, as both of the women breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now, follow me girls," he ordered, after he signed them in.
Jill held onto April's hand, as they followed the sergeant into a small room
with no windows just inside the prison's walls. He slammed the door shut and
left the two women alone, as they both quickly realized the unfamiliar room
stank like dried urine. The two women were growing nervous, as time dragged on
and on. They checked their hair and makeup several times in the large mirror
that adorned the far wall to pass the time. Finally the door opened and Sergeant
Adams entered the room, followed by a young looking, taller guard, who seemed to
be shadowing him.
"Ok ladies, let's get this over!" Sergeant Adams barked. "Ok, you first," he
said, pointing at April.
April was a little taken back by the sergeant's peculiar attitude. (After all,
she had sucked his cock dry on several occasions, and after that he definitely
didn't forget her name, no one did.)
"Stand on the yellow line," the sergeant ordered, and April followed, quickly
finding the line, as she was a prison visitor veteran, so she was used to
following orders.
"Ok, look directly into the camera," the sergeant ordered next.
April looked into the mirror and was surprised that instead of her reflection
she could now see a large camera pointed in her direction, a male guard standing
behind it, operating it.
"Ok, I am going to ask you several questions, just give your answers loud and
clear."
He went on to ask her simple questions: name, husband's name, date, followed by
her height, weight, and even her shoe size, all of which puzzled April, but she
answered. He also wrote the information down on a clipboard, and then had April
sign it when he was finished. He handed it to the young guard and then he turned
and looked April right in the eye.
"Strip!"
Hearing his command, Jill gasped, and then covered her mouth with a hand. Even
though April had a feeling it was coming she didn't like the way he said it and
in the tone in which he said it. She just couldn't figure out what was wrong
with him today. She looked at Jill and shrugged her shoulders and started
removing her clothes. First her top, and then her skirt, and just like that she
was stark naked. Sergeant Adams put her clothes, and her purse, into a plastic
basket, but told her to keep her high heels on.
"Face the camera and lock your hands behind your head...elbows back!" Sergeant
Adams barked, as he moved over and stood just off her left shoulder, his shadow
peering over his shoulder, devouring her nakedness. Jill watched helplessly with
twinges of jealously, as
Sergeant Adams began barking out orders, and as much as April didn't like it,
she had been around prison's enough not to argue, so she did as told.
First, he told her to slowly turn around in quarter turns, until she was facing
front again. Then he had her lift her breasts up by just the nipples and then
release them, several times. He also had her lean forward and swing her
shoulders back and forth, but April really knew what they wanted to see swing
back and forth. Turning around again, he had her bend forward at the waist. Then
he ordered her to reach back and spread her ass cheeks for the camera, making
sure she pulled her pussy open as well. Finally, he had bend down with straight
legs and slide off her high heels and put them into her basket.
April, happy that the search was over, glanced at the young guard when she was
finished. Ordinarily, she would have gotten a cheep thrill out of the "deer in
highlights" look he was now sporting, as he seemingly couldn't take his eyes off
her naked body, especially her enhanced breasts, but she yearned for her
husband's lusty eyes, not his.
"Ok, you next," Sergeant Adams said to an already trembling Jill.
"Me too!" Jill screamed, as her prayer that she wouldn't have to go through the
humiliating procedure that she just witnessed April go through, went unanswered.
"Yeah, let's go, or you can go back home," Sergeant Adams teased, as he patted
her on the back. "I mean, I already told your hubby that you were here."
"You did!" Jill cried, as she was really thinking about leaving.
"C'mon Jill, you have to go through this eventually, when you get your special
visit," April whispered, as she gave Jill a comforting hug, and then after some
more encouragement, it was finally Jill's turn to face the camera.
After the background info was taken, Sergeant Adams again gave the command to,
"Strip."
Jill, trembled noticeably, still not used to the lewd command. She looked to
April for strength and slowly lifted her shirt over her head, and dropped it in
her basket. She also searched for the eyes of the young man, now devouring her
nakedness. He seemed mesmerized by her pink marshmallow nipples, causing her to
cover her breasts with her hands. It took a minute or two and several commands
for her to continue, before Jill did so. All eyes watched as she slipped her
skirt off, and then she kicked her pumps into the plastic bucket, and then
quickly returned to her defensive posture, which brought out a chuckle from the
two men.
Sergeant Adams handed her shoes back and then he seemed to make Jill stand in
front of the camera longer now than he did with April. It didn't help the speed
factor that Jill balked at every order, at first, and then eventually complied.
Sergeant Adams again started with quarter turns, her hands locked behind her
head. He had her turn her back to the camera and bend at the waist. Jill was
mortified, especially when she spread her ass cheeks for the camera. "Wider and
wider," Sergeant Adams ordered, seemingly not satisfied until he saw internal
organs. He even told the camera operator to, "zoom in on her shaved pussy,"
while she did this, which was the finale straw for Jill, as tears started
streaming from her eyes.
Just when Jill didn't think she could take anymore, Sergeant Adams announced
that it was, "Time to see the Doctor next." Jill snapped up and spun around. The
women were more than a little surprised at the sudden announcement.
"What's up with the 'Doc' part Dad?" The young guard asked, seemingly for the
women, who were listening intently for the answer.
"Cavity exam...son," Sergeant Adams said with a grin, before he pushed the naked
women out the door. They were a little more reluctant now, because of their
naked state, and his recent explanation to the young guard's question. They also
wondered what exactly they just went through.
April also finally figured out why the sergeant's personality had changed so
drastically today. Thinking that she finally got to meet his son, the football
star that she had heard so much about, and she could already tell that he wanted
to put on a good show for him, with her and Jill being cast as the main
performers. She could also tell from the confused look on Jill's face that she
didn't quite know yet what was in store for them.
April again held Jill's hand, as they were led into a brightly lit room, an
imposing steel table stood proudly in its center. A short, fat, bald man,
wearing a white lab coat, joined them a few seconds later. He chatted with the
two guards, as they were also staring at the naked women, who clung together,
shivering in the cold room, and they also shivered from fear of the unknown.
April noticed the cameras, hanging in the corners, wondering just how many other
eyes were focused on them as well.
The doctor moved over and ordered the two women to, "Stand up straight, with
their hands folded behind their backs, and their jaws wide open."
They only followed the doctor's orders when Sergeant Adams moved over and barked
at them, "Show the good doctor some respect," While playfully slapping Jill on
the ass.
The women slowly moved into position. With the women in the doctor's requested
position, he slowly circled them, conducting what he called a "visual
inspection" of their bodies. In reality, he took a minute or two, to admire
April's impressive breasts, and Jill's exceptional nipples. April managed a
giggle, noticing the young guard doing his best to adjust his erection, now
tenting his uniform pants. Jill, however, was offended by their hungry stares,
which she thought were highly unprofessional.
The doctor, using a tongue depressor, proceeded to make a zealous inspection of
their open mouths. April put a sudden stop to her search by clamping her lips
down on the doctor's stick, as he slowly withdrew it from her lips. April even
let out a teasing gasp, as it left her lips.
"Ah-hum...let's go...one of you up on the table...up on all fours...I ain't gut
all day," the doctor said, as he also cleared his throat, trying to regain his
composure.
"I know, I'll go first," April said sarcastically, as she exchanged glances with
a terrified looking Jill. She could also feel Jill's body literally shaking in
her arms, when she gave her a quick parting hug.
April slowly climbed on the shinny table, resting her hands and knees on the
tables cold surface, as the three men gathered around her backside. Jill wrapped
her arms around her chest, as she was almost too afraid to watch, but was even
more scared not too. She also burned with the knowledge that she would soon be
next.
The doctor pulled up a stool behind April, while the two guards gazed over his
shoulders, admiring the view. April flinched when she felt a slap against her
thighs. After another one, she reluctantly spread them further apart for the
doctor and his back up eyes. She even had to shuffle down towards the end of the
table, until her ass settled into the doctor's waiting hands. He gave her ass
cheeks a good squeeze, before spreading them apart.
"Don't get much opportunity to inspect much pussy in here," the doctor mumbled,
as he wasted no time in pulling April's pussy lips apart with his thumbs,
admiring her deep pinkish insides.
April grabbed the table's edge, when she felt the doctor's fat finger suddenly
enter her pussy without warning. April also heard Jill gasp, as if her brain
finally got the "cavity" part of the exam. April almost would have laughed, but
the doctor added a second finger into her pussy, and began spreading his fingers
apart, in quick V-like movements. She swore she could also feel the hot breath
from the three men, blowing into her open pussy, but she robbed the men the
satisfaction of looking back at them, robbing them the whites of her humiliated
eyes.
The doctor was doing his best to open her pussy up as much as possible now, as
his thumb joined into the act. April winced in discomfort, as there was nothing
pleasurable about the doctor's cruel actions. She suddenly let out a small
guilty giggle, as she remembered that Jill had to go next. (She knew Jill was
just gunna love this part, especially, when she felt her pussy gape open, as the
doctor used his thumbs to spread her as wide open as he could.) April winced in
pain, and the doctor mercifully let go.
She was about to hop off the table, when she heard a rubber glove being snapped
on. Almost instinctively, she lowered her shoulders to the table. Her sensitive
nipples, reacting to the cold steel table, instantly hardened, sending a shiver
down her spine, while a squeal almost escaped from her lips.
Jill watched, mouth agape, as the doctor rubbed some lubricant on his gloved
index finger, and then he plunged it in, rather roughly again, only this time
into her asshole. The doctor chuckled, "Ah, home sweet home." The two guards
quickly chuckled, at his quip. April let out a screech, but the doctor continued
his probing, while her ass unintentionally wiggled back and forth. (Much to the
men's enjoyment, she was sure.)
The doctor pulled his finger out and quickly removed his glove. Then he used a
wet nap to clean up April's asshole, while Sergeant Adam's whispered into his
ear. The doctor smiled and playfully slapped her ass. "Turn over," the doctor
ordered, reaching for another glove.
April did so, somewhat perplexed, as she thought the search was over. The doctor
had April bring her knees up to her armpits and hold them there, by locking her
arms under her knees. The doctor also slid her down to the very edge of the
table. Then the doctor lubed up his middle finger, holding it high in the air,
as if, for all to see.
April closed her eyes and braced, as he entered her asshole again, twisting and
turning his middle finger as far as he could this time. Then with an evil grin,
he lifted his finger upwards, and the three men watched as it pushed up under
April's pussy. April's eyes snapped open. It went against all her instincts to
not kick the cruel doctor away. But she could tell Jill was absolutely
horrified, so she put on a brave face.
The doctor pulled his finger out and took a wet nap and cleaned her asshole off
again. He reached for another wet nap and proceeded to use it on her pussy. The
humiliating position and the doctor's actions, almost got to the tough skinned
April, only the thought of seeing her husband kept her composer.
"Lemon fresh pussy," he teased, as he smelled the lemon scented wipe, just as
April slid off the table.
"Next," he barked, as he motioned to Jill, while an angry April, was held back
by the young guard, from smacking the wise cracking doctor.
"We have a problem here April?" Sergeant Adams snapped, and April slowly shook
her head and relaxed her body. He smiled, turning to Jill. "Good, now get your
pretty ass up on the table."
"Nooo w-w-way!" A terrified Jill stammered several times, but the men stood
their ground. Sergeant Adams brought his hand down on her naked backside as the
sound of smacking skin bounced off the walls. A second smack quickly followed,
and there was nothing playful about them this time.
"Ok, ok, please," Jill cried out, as she also rubbed her ass cheek, which
already sported his handprint.
Jill, having just watched her friend's cavities probed, had to be helped into
position by April, as Jill's body was seemingly a numb bundle of skin and bones.
Once in the doggie position, she quickly felt pressure on her pussy. Jill
whimpered, as she felt her pussy lips being pulled back and forth like the
doctor was testing there elasticity. It also hit her that she was shaved clean,
and knew that the men could see her most intimate parts, easily now.
Before she could fret about that fact, she let out a scream, when the doctor's
fat finger abruptly entered her. Jill snapped her head back, only to be
humiliated when her eyes met the three sets of hungry eyes, now taking in every
inch of her precious pussy. She also noticed that each guard had a hold of one
of her ankles. She was even more humiliated when the doctor began commenting on
the "tightness" and "pinkness" of her pussy, compared to Aprils, while his
finger and thumb was spreading her open.
"Too bad we don't have a speculum in here, eh Doc?" Sergeant Adams teased.
"Next time, I'll borrow one from my gyno-friend," the doctor answered with a
wink.
Sergeant Adams moved over and pressed Jill's chest to the table and the doctor
snapped on a new glove. April snarled at him, but he just blew her a kiss, and
pushed her aside.
"Please, let me go, I change my mind!" Jill screamed, trying to jump off the
table. The two guards had to physically hold Jill in position, now. Sergeant
Adams pressing down on her back, his son holding her around the waist. Jill
shivered, because her erect nipples were squashed against the cold steel, but
mostly from fear.
With April stroking her hair, the doctor started to spread some lubrication onto
Jill's anus.
"Owww!" Jill sobbed, and tears began splashing off the table's surface, when the
doctor entered her virgin asshole. His actions jarring at first, and then he
began twisting his fat finger in and out, and then shocked Jill by quickly
adding two fingers into her pussy as well.
"Whyyy!" Jill cried out, but the guards didn't let go.
The doctor chuckled, "This cats in heat...I think I'll give her my special
treatment."
He finger fucked both of her cavities for several minutes, as Jill and then even
April pleaded with him to stop, which he finally did, announcing that she was
clean. Although, Jill felt anything but, collapsing down on the table, after
experiencing a powerful orgasm. She cursed her body for betraying her for the
second time behind these walls.
The doctor handed some wet naps to April, as the two guards rolled the frazzled
Jill over and pressed her knees up to her chest. They had April clean Jill's
pussy and then her anus, as the three men watched. Jill was absolutely
mortified. Finally, after the doctor checked April's work by running his
glove-less finger along Jill's pussy and sucking his finger clean, he announced
that he was finished, and he quickly left the room.
After several minutes of sobbing, April helped Jill off the table, just as
Sergeant Adams moved behind April. With overpowering strength, he handcuffed her
hands behind her back. As a result, Jill almost fell to the floor.
"Prison policy...they will be off soon," he shouted above the women's vocal
protests. Jill was next. Her head and heart sunk even lower, once again feeling
like she was a prisoner herself. She also had no way to cover her nakedness now,
and she was helpless to stop Sergeant Adams from squeezing both of her breasts,
from behind her. After April received the same groping, they were led, still
naked, and now handcuffed, down a long hall. They past some prisoners on the
left, who were handcuffed to a wooden bench, and they all began hooting at the
women, at first glance. April and Jill were cruelly made to stand, backs against
the wall, just feet from the prisoners, as Sergeant Adams took a piss in the
nearby restroom. Jill was squirming, trying to get out of their lustful
scrutiny, but the young guard kept pushing her shoulders back against the wall,
once even twisting on one of her nipples.
The women were finally led into a small room at the end of the hall and
un-cuffed. April scanned the room. It contained a wooden table and two wooden
chairs, and a small end table in the corner with one lamp. A small refrigerator
stood in the other corner, while pornographic pictures adorned the walls.
"Not much of a break-room," April sighed.
"No, but it will do April, and Jill I don't think your man needs to see yah in
tears. Your face is a mess. I'll be back in a couple of minutes with him,"
Sergeant Adams announced.
"He's right Jill," April said, as she tried to dry her tears, but Jill was still
trying to regain her composer from the days humiliating events so far; violation
running through her veins.
"By the way April," the sergeant said, as he patted her ass. "It seems my new
guard will be needing one of your blowjobs."
"Jesus! Why am I not surprised, but I ain't blowing the whole prison, and only
after," April quickly gushed, and the young guard's face lit up. "Now, go get
our men."
"Yes, my dear," the sergeant teased, before he left, his shadow following on his
heels.
"Don't say a fucking thing!" April snapped at Jill, who was shaking her head,
when they were left alone. "And Stop crying... you're pissing me off."
April found a couple of white prison T-shirts on the table in the corner. She
put one on and helped Jill into one. They were way too small to fully cover
themselves, but they found if they sat in a chair they could at least pull them
over their knees. April was thankful that at least they got Jill to stop crying.
April found some water in the frig, and helped wash Jill's face, before they
drank the rest.
Jill's husband came into the room a short time later. Jill jumped up, and they
spent some time in a seemingly one-sided embrace.
"Jill, what's up with the prison T-shirt? Are you naked underneath that?" Jill
husband finally said, spotting Jill's naked ass cheeks.
"Please Bob!"
"How did you get here? You know you're deep inside the prison? And who's that?"
Bob said looking at April, who was standing in the corner. "Is that your new
whore friend?"
"Please Bob," was all Jill could still manage, while April bit her tongue.
"What the fuck Jill!"
"I love you, Bob please!" Jill begged.
"I know, but don't do any crazy shit to see me."
"I know Bob. I know...I just miss you sooo much," Jill moaned, as she cried on
his shoulder.
"I know baby, me too. I'm sorry, I just can't even stand to think...."
"Then don't...please just hold me," Jill managed, as she held her husband in her
arms, while he was still flashing April dirty looks.
The two held each other, until Sergeant Adams came back and got him several
minutes later. Then it was April's turn to hold Jill in her arms, as Jill was
recovering from her too short, and not exactly perfect, visit with her man. She
also wondered if his hugs would ever again feel like Aprils.
"It's gonna be ok, Jill." April repeated her words, over and over, but Jill only
wondered.
Sergeant Adams came back in with April's husband, and as soon as he closed the
door, leaving the three of them inside, April tore off her shirt and jumped on
the large man. The two were locked in a feverish embrace. Jill moved her chair
out of the way, as she instantly felt isolated.
Jill shyly watched as Bull lustfully devoured his wife's body. He quickly
stripped of his jumpsuit, and leaned April over the brown table, quickly
entering her pussy from behind. The sound of slapping skin and horny groans
filled the room. Jill watched in strange fascination as Bull violently pounded
his smaller wife. April cried out like she was in pain, but Jill noticed her
face was euphoric. She still wondered how April could take it, as he was fucking
her like a wild beast. Slapping her ass, pulling her hair, just like she said he
would. Only the fact that the table was bolted to the floor was keeping it in
place. It also meant that April was receiving the brunt of Bull's blasts from
behind. She also couldn't help but wondered how April could fall for a man like
Bull. He was a man-beast, covered in hair and tattoos, and with an evil looking
face. She also wondered if the weird feeling was just jealousy.
Finally the room filled with Bull's howls, and his paced slowed, before he
crashed back into a chair. Jill gasped when she spotted Bull's throbbing
erection, still leaking cum. She had never seen one so big and or thick before.
It seemed to be pulsating before her eyes. She wondered how April could fit that
inside of her. Then, as if on cue, she watched as April climbed on Bull, still
sitting on the chair, and slipped Bull's cock back into her dripping pussy.
April rocked back and forth slowly at first, and then they were back to a
blistering pace.
Sitting just a couple of feet away, Jill was becoming more nervous and
uncomfortable, as Bull would flash her a menacing look now and then and Jill
would look away. She was not sure if she was supposed to watch or not, as April
never told her she would be in the room when they did it. Although, after all
they had been through, she was pretty sure April didn't mind at all if she
watched. But for Jill, the whole thing, or maybe just Bull's imposing presence,
simply made her uncomfortable. She also felt even more tingles of jealousy,
running in her veins, as she watched April being fucked.
Finally the action died again and Bull was using April's torn T-shirt to wipe up
some of the perspiration dripping from his hairy body. April suddenly shifted
over and grabbed Jill's hand.
"Jill, I want to formally introduce you to my man," April said, as she pulled
Jill to her feet.
"Baby, I want you to meet my friend Jill," April said, and Jill went to shake
hands. Bull just grunted at her, as he continued drying himself.
"That's my Bull, man of many words," April moaned.
After several seconds of awkward silence, Jill's face blushed, as she was caught
looking at Bull's cock, when he dried it with the shirt.
"I'm sorry, really," Jill gushed, but Bull just snickered as he caught her eyes.
"This is so embarrassing," Jill said, as she spun around and hid her face.
"No need for that Jill. We are all friends here," April said, and she spun Jill
back around.
"Jill's even been keeping me warm at night, Baby" April said, and Jill shot her
a stunned look.
"What?" April teased. "You did, and oh she has the softest lips."
"Please April!" Jill cried out.
" C'mon Jill, show him how you kissed me last night."
"Please April, stop teasing me," Jill pleaded.
"I'm not teasing YOU my dear," April said, as she grabbed Jill's face in her
hands and pressed her lips against Jill's, who struggled to get free. Soon Jill
figured it was futile to fight, as April was relentless and Bull, watching with
a grin, didn't seem to mind. Jill finally gave in and let April's tongue find
hers. She closed her eyes and tried to relive last night's passion, but Jill's
calmness didn't last long. Jill began to panic once again, when she felt April's
hand massaging her naked ass, she also felt the T-shirt riding up her body.
"April, what are you doing?" Jill said, as she broke the kiss.
"I was just giving him a peek at your hot little body, plus I'm naked," April
said, as she wouldn't let go of the shirt, which was now around Jill's neck.
Jill made one last reach for the shirt, but April tugged it off and was
playfully hiding it behind her back. Jill struggled for it until Bull got a hold
of it and tore it to pieces. April grabbed Jill and kissed her again, their
naked bodies rubbing against each other.
"She's just a little on the shy side," April said, breaking the kiss, to her
husband, who was slowly stroking his cock back to life, as he watched the show.
"Check out her beautiful pink marshmallow nipples," April oozed, as she suddenly
grabbed Jill's hands behind her back, and took a nipple into her mouth, as Jill
once again struggled to get free. Jill gasped when she saw what Bull was doing,
and she felt her stomach turn. She also knew she was in way over her head, with
these two.
"Please, April!" Jill pleaded.
April spun Jill around, but her instant feeling of relief was cut short, as
April bent Jill over at the waist, and kicked her feet apart. Jill had grown all
too familiar recently, as to why she would do this. She soon felt her pussy
being pulled open by April's fingers, and for the second time today she felt
like her pussy was being put on a pedestal, for all to see.
"Pretty little pink pussy eh? Shaved it myself," April oozed, as Jill increased
her struggle.
"Relax Jill. Jesus! Your going to give Bull the idea that you don't like him,
and trust me, you don't want to do that," April said, as she suddenly let Jill
go, causing her to flop down on the cold floor.
"Please April, no more." Jill moaned between sobs.
"No time to be a pussy, Jill, now get up on your knees," April said ignoring
Jill's pleas, as she pulled on Jill's arm, "I need yah to show him you like
him."
Jill was frantic as to April's meaning, yet when she looked up from April's
face, it was crystal clear. As was Bull's large rigid cock, now just inches from
her lips.
"Please don't ask me to do that?" She pleaded.
"It's alright Jill, all my friends have sucked his cock. It's part of the gig.
What's mine is his and his is mine," April teased. "Plus, even though you didn't
want to at first, you have no problem with licking my pussy, now, do yah?"
April's words cut like a knife, as she was confessing their sins.
"Please April," Jill could only manage, looking to the floor.
"She's never sucked cock before baby. I've been showing her how on that life
like penis you stole for me," April whispered into her husband's ear. His face
grinned at the news.
"Go on, show'em what you've learned," April snapped.
"But why April?" Jill whined, but instead of an answer, she felt her hair being
pulled back. She suddenly felt Bull's sweaty balls being banged against her
face. Her nose pressed into his body. His manly odor was overpowering.
"Ok, Ok, please just don't hurt me!" Jill cried out.
"Please Jill, enough of the melodramatics. We're just playing with yah. No ones
gunna hurt anyone," April said, as she knelt down next to Jill, and quickly took
her husband's cock in her mouth. Jill tried to dry her eyes and stand up, but
she couldn't, because Bull still had his strong hand on the top of her head, as
he now did to April.
"I'm asking you to help me pleasure my husband, is that too much to ask?" April
snapped, in-between breaths.
Jill now had a much closer look at April's seemingly famous oral skills than she
ever wanted. April was quickly moving her head back and forth, strings of saliva
dripping from her lips. April suddenly gasped for air, and pulled her head away.
She turned to Jill, as she held her husband's slimy cock in her hand. She
flashed Jill a "now or never look" as she rubbed it against Jill's red colored
lips. Jill finally relented to April's pleading eyes, by closing her eyes tight,
while opening her lips. Jill found herself quickly choking, as the large organ
quickly invaded her throat.
"Just relax Jill," April whispered, as Bull's cock was relentless in its
invasion. "Breath through your nose."
April pulled his cock out of her mouth, and let Jill breath, as she again showed
Jill her technique. Jill managed a little better the next time, and April was
helping her by moving her head back and forth over it. The two took their turns
sucking, while Jill's jaw quickly ached, as it had to stretch to its limits,
just to get around it. Bull started to grunt, and Jill began to panic that he
might release in her mouth, but she was suddenly pulled to her feet by the hulk
of a man. Then like a rag doll, she was lifted onto the table, and pushed onto
her back. Bull then pulled April over in-between Jill's legs, and pushed on her
back, which caused April to bend over at the waist.
"Relax Jill, you know you like this," April said, and she kissed the inside of
Jill's thighs. Jill propped up on her elbows, even spreading her thighs just a
bit as she waited in nervous anticipation for April's velvet like tongue. April
let out a groan when Bull drove into her backside. Jill also groaned when
April's expert tongue found her pussy. Soon April was thrusting back and forth,
her tongue dragging across Jill's pussy, with each thrust. Bull would alter the
speed of his thrusts and when he would slow down, April's tongue would find its
mark on Jill's engorged clit, sending waves of pleasure dancing through Jill's
body.
A stinging slap of skin interrupted the action several minutes later. It
startled Jill, who was just about to climax. When she opened her eyes, she saw
April rubbing her ass. When their eyes met she motioned with Jill to change
places. Jill slid off the table before she realized what that meant. She saw
April take her place on the table and her heart leapt out of her chest, as she
finally got their intentions. Jill's protests were cut off, before they could
begin, when Bull roughly grabbed her cheeks and moved her into position. Jill
tried to break free, but Bull, using April's torn T-shirt, tied Jill's arms
behind her back. He laughed at her helpless position, and pushed her forward
until she found herself inches away from April's pussy, which reeked of sex.
Jill was scared stiff, as she felt Bull's cock pressing against her pussy, and
with her hands tied she also felt totally helpless.
"Please, nooo," Jill moaned.
A quick jolt shot through Jill, as Bull's cock penetrated her pussy. April was
moaning for Jill to, "Lick her pussy." But Jill couldn't even think about doing
that, as Bull's cock felt like it was tearing her apart. It felt like it was
twice as large as her husbands, and April's strap on dildo, creating a mixture
of pleasure and pain. Bull was also reaching around and squeezing Jill's breasts
as they dangled from her body. His rough hands, grating against her smooth skin
and he also spent time pulling on one of her nipples.
Bull suddenly grabbed Jill around the waist and really began to slam away.
April, realizing Jill wasn't even trying to lick her pussy, slid off the table
and stood by her side, encouraging her husband to, "Fuck her good." She also
reached down and began rubbing Jill's asshole.
"Ahhh!" Jill groaned.
"I think someone found out something today," April said, before she let some
saliva drip down from her lips onto her target. "But I don't think she's ready
for this yet," April said as she pulled her husband's cock from Jill's pussy and
began sucking on it, while her husband sucked on her extended finger.
After a few licks at Jill's wet pussy, April grabbed Jill around the waist.
"Mmmm," April purred, rubbing her lubricated finger on Jill's asshole.
"Oh my!" Jill cried out when she felt April's finger slid into her asshole.
Bull grinned, and he drove his cock back into Jill's pussy, while his wife
fingered her asshole.
"That's it baby....let's fuck this tied up bitch!"
Jill's head was spinning, as her body finally sent out waves of pleasure, easing
the pain, and soon Jill shocked herself, by crying out, "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me."
Bull began huffing and puffing after a few more minutes of this. He started
crying out expletives, and then he pulled out of Jill and spun her around and
pushed her to her knees. April also bent down next to Jill, who was too stunned
to panic. Bull forced his cock into Jill's mouth. She squirmed, as she knew the
bitter taste was her very own pussy juices, but he quickly pulled out and
unleashed a stream of cum that caught Jill in the face and hair and smaller ones
soon followed. Jill held her eyes shut. April used her hand to guide her
husband's cock back into Jill's mouth and she got her first taste of cum. Jill
reluctantly cleaned off April's husband's cock, per April's request, before he
crashed down into a chair. Jill kept her eyes closed, as she prayed what just
happened, really didn't. The thought of the hulking man coming on her face
repulsed her, as did the taste of his cum, oozing down her throat. She could
feel some of his cum sliding down her face, also causing her to gag.
April untied Jill's arms, with a giggle, "And we thought your face was a mess,
before."
Jill suddenly felt a soft cloth against her face and April's soothing touch.
Although it wasn't working this time, as tears were once again escaping from her
eyes. The realization of what had just happened was also starting to sink in.
Jill ripped the T-shirt piece from April, to clean her own face.
Jill suddenly heard a familiar voice in the room, but she didn't realize how
familiar the voice was, until she saw her husband looking down on her, with
disgust in his eyes. She tried to spring to her feet, while also noticing that
they were alone, but her husband pushed her back down.
"How could you!" he screamed. " I mean, when the guards showed me the tape of
you getting strip searched, as sick as I was about it, I could rationalize that
you were doing it just to see me and the same with the doctor today. Although, I
can't believe you seem to like it when he finger-fucked you."
"Please honey, I did it for you!" Jill pleaded, as she staggered to her feet.
"You know, they sit here drinking, watching the naive wives and girlfriend
tapes. Watching them all strip naked. It's like a big party. Ever hear of the
word NO!" He screamed at Jill. "And then to top it all off, they handcuffed me
to this chair and make me watch my so-called sweet innocent wife begging to get
fucked, by my cellmate, of all people, while his whore of a fake titted wife,
fingers her asshole."
"P-p-please honey," Jill could only mumble.
"Sergeant Adams got a big kick out of it. Bragging about how he put the whole
thing together the first day he saw you, and how he can turn any convict's woman
into a common whore, like my cellmates wife. He even said you didn't know that
you were being watched. Jill, I didn't think you were that fucking dumb. There
are cameras everywhere!"
"Please honey, it wasn't like it looked," Jill frantically cried out.
"Yeah, and that's not his cum dripping from your hair!" He snapped. Jill grabbed
his arm and begged for forgiveness. "Look at you. Maybe he was right!"
"Things just went to far," Jill pleaded. "And April wouldn't do anything to hurt
me...she just wouldn't!"
"Please! You said you'd wait for me. You promised. I never want to see you
again. You fucking whore!" He blasted, as he turned to leave, but Jill was still
clinging to his arm, as she was begging him to listen to her side. Her husband
suddenly turned around and slapped Jill on the side of the face, knocking her to
the floor. He smiled, as if seemingly leaving her with an exclamation point.
"Don't worry, we'll make him pay for that," Sergeant Adams said, entering the
room, while another guard led Jill's husband away.
"And don't worry about April. She's busy sucking my son's cock," Sergeant Adams
said with a laugh.
"Like father, like son!" He said with another laugh, as he left the room,
leaving Jill alone to her tears.
Jill began crying out incoherent rants. She curled up on the cold floor, in a
fetal position for some time, before a pair of guards came in and tried to
comfort her. After awhile, they just kept telling her it was time for her to go.
Finally, the guards seemingly grew tired of the sobbing woman, and they carried
Jill, out the side door, and unceremoniously dumped her on the dirt ground.
Sergeant Adams came out a short time later, and dumped her clothes, purse, and
shoes on top of her head.
"Stand by your man." Sergeant Adams sang, with an evil laugh, as he turned and
slammed the prison's door shut.
Never again - never again," was all Jill could mumble.
And she never did. She never saw her husband again, never saw April again, in
fact, she never stepped foot in the great state of Vermont again.
The End
Here is an Alternative ending for the story.
Jill was more than worried, she was crying out incoherent rants, as she lay on
the cold floor, in a fetal position for some time, before some guards tried to
comfort her, but really they just kept telling her it was time for her to go.
Finally the guards seemingly grew tired of the sobbing woman, and the two large
guards carried Jill out the side door, and unceremoniously dumped her on the
dirt ground. Sergeant Adams came out and dumped her clothes and shoes on top of
her head.
"When yah see Deputy Duffy, ask him whose prison he thinks this is anyways!"
Sergeant Adams said, with an evil laugh.
Jill managed to get her clothes on before she stumbled to the parking lot.
Looking through blurry eyes, she scanned the empty visitor's parking lot. Her
heart sunk, as she crashed back to the ground. April's four by four was nowhere
to be found.
"April!" Jill cried out, several times, as she waited and waited. Her head was
spinning with confusing questions. She finally started the long journey back to
April's house as night fell. It took nearly two hours to make it back to April's
house by foot, as she had rejected several offers for "rides" from eager men.
Jill staggered up the front stairs of the darkened house, only to find the door
locked. She used her remaining strength to pound on the door.
"April!" Jill screamed over and over. She even tried her car door, but it was
still locked, and her car keys were inside of April's house. Back at the front
door, Jill finally succumbed to the emotionally and physically draining day, and
she passed out on the front porch of April's house.
The sounds of birds chirping, and the rising sun, woke Jill from her stupor,
early the next morning. Jill looked at her clothes and cringed at the
realization that it wasn't all just a bad dream spinning in her head, as she had
prayed. She rose to her feet, her body feeling every bit of the physical grind
she went through yesterday. Jill winced with every step, as she made the way
around back. She looked through the large glass sliding door; it was also
locked.
She was still adjusting her eyes to the new day's sun, as she pressed against
the glass. She rubbed her eyes several times, as she felt like they were playing
tricks on her. The place looked empty, just some boxes scattered about. "It just
couldn't be," Jill kept saying.
Jill saw an old shovel on the ground. She picked it up, and then in a fit of
rage, smashed the glass door with it. She entered the apartment and searched the
rooms. Her worst fears realized. The place was deserted, and April was gone. The
hook, that once held her car keys, empty. She spent most of the day wandering
around the apartment praying that April would show back up. She just needed some
answers, but she, and they, never appeared.
Jill finally went out front to her car. She looked in the window and saw her
keys dangling from the ignition. She also noticed that the passenger's door was
unlocked. Feeling even more foolish now, she opened the door and slid in. There
was a small note hanging on the driver's visor, it was written in April's
trademark red lipstick. It simply read, "Jill...D.T.A."
Jill drove back to her Connecticut home, although she drove on automatic pilot,
as she tried to figure out how things went so wrong. She kept asking herself
about what happened to April and what was the meaning of her note.
It took Jill several days before she started to make phone calls back up north.
It seemed like the harder she tried, the fewer answers she got. After weeks of
trying, she turned to the one friend she always had, her mother. She moved with
her to the left coast, far away from the Sleepy State, but the miles didn't stop
the nightmares. Jill was tormented for years; she even tried several attempts at
professional help.
Jill was slowly getting better with the passage of time, when she suffered two
painful blows. Her elderly mother passed on, and then several days later, her
husband Bob called. She thought he was calling to give his condolences, but
instead he told her that he was getting out of prison soon and he wanted to
finalize the divorce. Then he really dropped a bombshell. He told her he was
getting remarried and his girlfriend was pregnant with his child. Jill dropped
the phone, and crashed to the floor, as it had always been her dream, to have a
family, especially with Bob. She also couldn't figure out how all that happened
with him in prison.
The news sent an already fragile Jill into a complete melt down. She quit her
job, gave up her mom's small apartment, and sold her stuff to buy a used car.
Something in her head told her that she just had to see Bob one more time. Jill
was in an emotional haze, but somehow she traveled across country, just to sign
the papers.
Once back in Vermont, Jill ran into a friend of April, she'd met once before at
the prison, as she gassed up her car. They shared an awkward conversation in
which she got the shocking news as to the identity of Bob's fiancee. It was a
now 42 year old, April. (She told her that April's husband Bull had been killed
several years earlier, in a failed bank robbery. April and Bob became close
shortly after his death, as Bob and Bull were cellmates and Bull made April
promise that if anything happened to him, his name would live on.)
Jill found herself in front of a small bar that they planed to meet at, the
shocking news still dancing in her head. She was as white as a ghost, when she
saw the two kissing and cuddling like a pair of teenagers, through the nearly
empty bar's window, erasing her thought that maybe April's friend was lying.
Jill got back into her car and was about to speed away, but an evil force
seemingly took over her body.
Jill revved the car's engine. She put on her seatbelt and adjusted it extra
tight. She took a swig of her JD bottle and threw it in the back. She slammed
her foot onto the gas petal, and with screeching tires, headed right at the bar,
towards the window in which Bob and April sat. She jumped the curb and with a
horrendous crash slammed into the side of the bar, smashing through the wall and
crashing into the bar. Bob and April pinned in-between. When the dust settled,
Jill, wincing from shoulder pain from the seatbelt, spotted the lifeless bodies
in front of her.
"D.T.A." Jill said, with an evil laugh. "Don't trust anyone."
The End
Alternative ending, to the Alternative ending.
She walked into the bar and signed the divorce papers. Pretending to not even
notice April. Jill rose to leave and asked her husband if he could look at her
tire, before she made her trip back home. She then glanced at April, who just
blew her a kiss, and said those three initials again, "D.T.A."
April had years of pent up feelings towards April. She dreamed of what she would
say or do if she ever saw her again, but Jill just moaned, "Why?" Before she
followed her soon to be ex-husband out to her car.
Jill raced out of that parking lot, hitting the pavement running. She guzzled
from the bottle of JD that she carried in her car, as it seemingly had become
her lone friend as of late. She finished off the bottle that she had started
earlier and tossed it out the window. She was soon doing ninety on the freeway
and was becoming hazy. She began laughing hysterically when she heard the
pounding coming from the trunk of her car. Her husband seemingly recovered from
the tire-iron blow that she delivered to the back of his head, before dumping
him into the trunk.
"You shouldn't have hit me asshole!" Jill screamed out.
Jill saw her target fast approaching, while cranking up the stereo to ear
piercing levels to drown out the noise and the pain. Jill hit the entrance of
the bridge. Her car riding up over the edge of the bridge in a horrendous crash
of flying debris, and splashing sparks, before it finally made its way over the
side of the bridge, and plummeted below, to its inevitably fatal finish.
"D.T.A. April." Jill was heard screaming from the car. "Don't trust anyone!"
The End.
Jill Kelly. R.I.P.
Thanks for reading my little fictional story. I know it was a long read. Hope it
was worth your time.
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