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    Jill Kelly Goes to Prison Chapters 1-5

    Jill Kelly Goes to Prison
    By
    Deputy Duffy


    Under threatening skies, Jill Kelly walked into the Vermont State Prison for
    Men. She was there to visit her husband Bob, who had been sentenced to 12-20
    years on a drug possession charge, six months ago. Bob and his long time buddy
    Stan were nabbed trying to cross the US border into Canada with a suitcase
    filled with cocaine, and ecstasy. His lawyer told her that he might be out in 8
    years on good behavior, if he's lucky.

    Jill's thirty-year-old legs felt weak as she entered the visitor's entrance.
    When she married her high school sweetheart, ten years ago, she could have never
    predicted that he would end up in such an imposing place.

    "Eight years in prison, how could this have happened?" She thought, as she
    spotted the visitor check in sign.

    "Hi, I'm Mrs. Kelly. I'm here to see my husband."

    "Ah, Mrs. Kelly," an old guard responded, sitting behind a large glass window
    just inside the door, and then he added with a chuckle. "I see you're a virgin."

    "I beg your pardon!" Jill snapped.

    "Don't get your panties in a bunch...I just meant it's your first visit," the
    guard shot back.

    "Oh, sorry, I'm just nervous," Jill said, noticing that she could see a waiting
    room behind the glass. There were six women obviously waiting for their visits.
    Jill scratched her head, and she thought it was weird that it kind of made her
    feel good, because at times she felt like she was the only one.

    "Here take this," the guard said, sliding her a manila envelope. "Put your
    valuables in it...purse...jewelry...everything."

    "Everything!" Jill snapped.

    "Yeah, everything valuable, your watch, your car, your house...just put them all
    in that little envelope!" The guard snarled.

    "Oh, I'm sorry again. I guess I had a little too much coffee this morning."

    Jill complied with his order and then the guard handed her some forms to fill
    out, before he buzzed her into the waiting area. Jill took a seat. She was
    nervous but anxious to see her husband. (Still fuming that she had to wait six
    months after her husband was sentenced before they would allow her a personal
    visit with him.)

    "What cruel person thought up that frigging rule? I mean, I'm his wife after
    all," she burned, signing her names to the forms.

    Meanwhile, outside of the waiting area, two men dressed in uniforms looked the
    women over. Sergeant Adams spotted Jill on the waiting room's surveillance
    camera. Sergeant Adams was a husky man in his late forties. He was also in
    charge of prison visits on the weekends.

    "There she is...looking good, eh?" he said, nudging his hunting buddy, who also
    happened to be the sheriff's only son, Deputy Duffy.

    "How the hell did I miss her at the trial?" Duffy sighed, as they checked her
    out. "Nice long soft brown hair, adorable face. Wow! She looks so young and
    innocent," Duffy whispered, before he asked. "You sure she's thirty?"

    "Yeah, she thirty all right, cute little thing ain't she?" Adams said, as he
    read her file.

    "Usually I never miss the cute ones."

    "You were too busy testifying against her fucking husband," Adams said with a
    chuckle. "Fucking drug smuggler piece of shit!"

    "Easy now...remember that blood pressure. Don't you think she will recognize
    me?" Duffy said.

    "I don't know, most of the time her eyes were all watered up," Adams teased.

    "Only one way to find out," the young deputy said, as they approached Jill.

    "Hello Mrs. Kelly, I'm Sergeant Adams and this is...."

    "The jerk that took away my husband," Jill interrupted.

    "I was just doing my job ma'am," Duffy smirked, as he thought. "I guess I just
    have one of those faces."

    "Have you signed your forms?" Adams asked.

    "Yeah here, can I see my husband now? It's been so long."

    Jill hadn't been able to even hold her husbands' hand in over a year and a half
    since Deputy Duffy arrested her husband and his best friend, since she wasn't
    able to come up with the million-dollar bail bond.

    Deputy Duffy made the arrest quite by chance. Duffy and Sergeant Adams as well
    as several guards from the state prison were hunting in Northern Vermont, near
    the United States -- Canada border. While stalking a buck, he ran into a couple
    of men who were looking for a small road that led into Canada that the deputy
    knew was unmanned most of the time. He only became suspicious when he told them
    a better way to get to the border, but the were insistent, so he showed them the
    way. He also called the border patrol and had them waiting at the border. The
    drugs were quickly found in the trunk of their car.

    "I understand your impatience, but we still have our procedures," Adams said,
    before he added. "If you come with us we will start your search."

    "Search!" Jill screamed out.

    The sounds of nervous laughter from the other women quickly filled the room.

    "Didn't you read the forms? Before you can see your husband, we have to perform
    a search for illegal contraband. See, it's on page two," Adams scolded, showing
    her the forms.

    Jill shook her head as she thought, "I must of read them too quickly."

    "Let's go...your hubby is waiting," Adams barked.

    Jill got up slowly. Her breakfast tossed in her stomach, as she followed the two
    men. They stopped in front of a black door with the words "visitor processing"
    written in yellow.

    "What going on? I mean, GUYS, where are the female guards?" Jill asked
    nervously.

    "I don't know...maybe in the female prison," Adams answered sarcastically. He
    had been down this road many times before.

    "You're not, I mean, what do you think I'm an idiot?" Jill screeched.

    "What's the problem? You signed the forms. It gives us, the prison personal, the
    right to search you and your belongings," Adams said, scanning her over.

    "No fucking way I'm letting you guys touch me!" Jill cried out.

    "Geez buddy, I don't think she likes us much," Adams said with a chuckle. "Oh
    well, have it your way. I'm kissing my wife's soft lips tonight."

    "Fuck you!" Jill snapped.

    "Nice language, and I thought your were the shy and innocent type," Duffy said,
    before Adams added, "Well, see yah in three months."

    "Three months?" Jill moaned.

    "Yeah, you only get personal visits every three months, unless properly
    authorized," Adams said with a sly smile.

    Jill threw her hands to her hips. "First you make me wait six months and now
    three more...I'm his wife for...."

    "And this is prison. Not a fucking Holiday Inn!" Adams shouted out.

    "You can't do this, just wait until my lawyer hears about this one," Jill said,
    and then she turned and scampered down the hall.

    "I hope he does a better job than he did at the trial," Duffy hollered, just
    before Jill slammed the exit door.

    The two men shared a laugh.

    "I guess her old man goes hungry today," Adams said.

    "Do you wanna tell him or can I?" Duffy said, and the two men shared another
    laugh.

    "Oh well, lets see what else we have today, I mean I'm here anyways," Duffy
    said.

    (Deputy Duffy didn't work in the prison, but he was on special assignment. He
    would also come to visit his older hunting buddy Sergeant Adams when informed
    that he had someone special coming in because Sergeant Adams thought Deputy
    Duffy, despite the fact that he was only 26 years old, was the best female
    processor in the state.)

    Jill left the prison and returned home. She cried herself to sleep the next
    couple of nights from the pain of missing her husband, and because she blamed
    herself for not having the courage to go through with the men's search.

    "How selfish could I be? How can I ever face my husband again?" She cried, over
    and over.

    She talked to her lawyer repeatedly, for several weeks. He told her that since
    she had signed the consent forms, which was a legal document that gave any
    prison personnel, male or female, permission to search her for contraband at
    anytime within the prison's walls. He just couldn't find any way around it. If
    she wanted to see her husband she would have to let them search her. Her lawyer
    also informed her just what type of search they could perform if the so chose.

    "STRIP-SEARCH!" Jill screamed out when she heard the news. "Noooo!"

    She also talked to her mom, who had been her tower of strength during the trial,
    unlike Bob's family, who disowned him after his arrest, and she built up Jill's
    strength once again. She even offered to come with her when Jill went back.

    Jill also talked to her friends and her co-workers from the little bookstore
    where she took a job after her husband got arrested. It was the only job she
    could find since she hadn't had a job since high school. She never needed one.
    Her husband had a good job as a stockbroker that paid well and his father had
    also given him a large sum of money when he graduated from high school. They
    lived in a large house, drove fancy cars, and took luxurious vacations. They
    lived a charmed life. Then, Jill's husband Bob had a streak of bad luck. A
    change in the stock market, and some bad advice had cost Bob's clients millions,
    and nearly wiped out Bob.

    He became desperate. He needed quick cash to maintain their current lifestyle.
    He swallowed his pride and asked his father for some quick cash, but to no
    avail. His father told him that he would have to change his ways, and make do.
    He suggested selling their home, which was worth almost a million dollars, but
    Bob was too proud to sell his home. That's when his friend Stan came up with the
    drug delivery scheme that landed them both in jail. Stan made it sound so easy.
    Just drive the drugs up from Connecticut and make a delivery in Canada. Stan, as
    it turned out, took the easy way out and hung himself in jail, while waiting for
    trial, leaving Bob to take the fall.

    Jill gathered up her strength and made another Saturday appointment. She tried
    to call and write her husband several times to let him know what happened -- why
    she hadn't been there to visit him, but, they told her that she didn't fill out
    the proper forms.

    Finally, it was time for her Saturday visit. She found herself back outside the
    prison's walls. She took one last look at her outfit, having dressed extra
    conservatively, not showing any skin at all.

    "Just let'em feel me up through all this," she said, as she entered the prison
    again. She walked with a new sense of purpose. She didn't want to let them get
    the best of her. She strolled with renewed confidence, but most of all she was
    desperate. She needed her husband to co-sign the sales agreement on their home,
    so she could make ends meet, at least for a little while. Her job at the
    bookstore just wasn't paying the bills.

    Jill's heart raced as she entered the waiting area again. She thought it was
    strange that this time she was alone, as she had made sure she filled out all
    the forms they had this time, reading them all extra carefully.

    "Mrs. Kelly, would you come with us," a deep voice bellowed, almost causing Jill
    to jump off her chair. Jill looked up and saw the same two men that she saw on
    her last visit, each wearing a smile. Her stomached fluttered as she followed
    them down the hall.

    "What do these guys fucking live here?" She said to herself.

    Jill noticed a tough looking, dirty blonde woman leaning against the black door.
    Jill looked her over. She was about the same height 5'6", as Jill, although, she
    looked like she was just a little heavier then Jill's 115 pounds.

    Jill blushed when she got an even closer look at the woman, who was dressed in a
    simple white T-shirt and small black skirt. Both of which were way to small to
    cover her pronounced curves. She also wore a pair of heeled clogs.

    Sergeant Adams cleared his throat. "Deputy Duffy this is April James. She's here
    to see her husband Bull James, who is back with us for another stay."

    After a brief exchange of greetings they entered the processing room. Jill felt
    even more uncomfortable now. April looked and acted like she had been though
    this before. She was even smiling and joking with the two men.

    "Was she actually flirting with them?" Jill wondered, as she scanned the small
    room, which was bare, except for a stainless steel table that glistened at one
    end.

    Jill's mind was racing as she moved over to the table. She was a little miffed
    that they didn't even ask her if they could search the two of them together.
    Jill also couldn't help but wonder if April knew that her large nipples showed
    through her shirt and could easily be seen by the men.

    "Ladies, Deputy Duffy is here as a member of the Vermont State Police Special
    Task Force. It seems that there has been some concern that illegal contraband
    has been finding its way into our correctional facility. He is here to assist
    us, and help us re-examine our procedures," Sergeant Adams announced.

    Deputy Duffy had all he could do to keep his poker face on. He'd been anxiously
    waiting for Jill's return. Jill, on the other hand, couldn't believe how young
    the deputy looked up close.

    She looked him over. "Gee...he looks like he is just out of high school. Ok, he
    is a semi-good looking guy, but still...."

    He moved over in front of her.

    "5'10" 190 pounds," she guessed. "Nice green eyes, cleanly shaven, baby faced."
    Maybe it was the blue uniform, or the short haircut, but for a second she felt
    strangely attracted to him.

    "But wait! He was the ass that took her husband away from her, and now he wanted
    to search her too," Jill quickly reminded herself. It was almost too much for
    her to handle.

    "Alright ladies," Deputy Duffy said clapping his hands. "Lets do a little manual
    pat down. Jill step forward and stand on the star."

    Jill scanned the gray floor, until she saw that in the center of the room there
    was a large silver star. She slowly moved over to it, although, she didn't feel
    like a star. She figured this had to be some sort of sick joke on their part.

    "Hands on top of your head," Duffy ordered.

    Jill slowly complied. She hated being the center of attention, and she trembled
    at the thought of this young man putting his hands on her.

    "Hey Sarg, did you bag anything after I had to leave the other day?" Duffy said
    to Sergeant Adams as he moved behind Jill. He began to run his hands over Jill's
    shoulders and down her back. She trembled at his first touch.

    "Nah, didn't see shit. My buddy bagged a doe though," Sergeant Adams replied.

    Jill felt his hands brush the back of her pants. Then felt his fingers running
    inside her waistband and then traveling over the top of her ass. They applied
    more pressure then she expected, but as she started to protest, they left and
    traveled down her leg.

    "Man, I haven't shot anything for a couple of years now," Duffy said, his hands
    now running back up the other leg.

    "Well, unless you count the couple of dudes who tried to rob that 7-11," Adams
    said, and then he laughed

    Jill braced her body. She figured if his hands traveled down the back they would
    probably travel up the front on the way back up. She figured right. She felt his
    run up and press right against her crotch. It was all she could do to fight her
    natural instinct to turn around and slap the deputy.

    His hands were now running around the front of her pants waistband. "Dude, you
    know what I meant," he said and then his hands glided over Jill's flat stomach.
    Jill's body was quivering.

    "Yeah I know," Sergeant Adams said, "But those two assholes, will never be back
    here again."

    "That's for damn sure," Duffy quickly replied.

    Jill whimpered, as his hands found her heavy sweater-covered breasts, and slowly
    moved over them, but also due to the topic of their conversation.

    "Did the Deputy that is lightly squeezing my breasts now really kill two guys or
    where they just trying to make her more nervous then she was already?" She
    thought, although, she didn't know if that was possible.

    "Please," she moaned, feeling the pressure increase. She sighed, as his hands
    left her breasts and rubbed around her neck, and then they started running
    through her hair.

    "So much for all that time this morning, making it just right," Jill thought,
    "but at least that's over. The nerve...."

    "Man look at all this hair," Duffy said, as he undid her hair clip.

    "You going to see Bon Jovi later?" Adams said with a laugh. He was almost giddy
    with excitement. He just loved watching his buddy in action.

    "Alright Jill...step back...April over here," Duffy said, pointing at April.

    "Goodie, my turn," April giggled, with a snap of her gum, as she stepped to the
    star.

    Jill flooded with relief. "Although it had been a little embarrassing, all in
    all it wasn't that bad," she thought, before she cringed. "Darn, I can't believe
    I made my husband wait three more months for that...what was I thinking?"

    Jill couldn't help but watch as Deputy Duffy started to run his hands quickly
    down April's back and up over her front. She scrunched her face when his hands
    cupped April's large breasts.

    "He's sure taking his time there," she thought.

    Sergeant Adams moved to her side. "Now why is he searching her breasts?" She
    wondered as she watched, before she thought, "That's not searching guys...that's
    feeling up."

    "Very nice.... Alright, April step back," Duffy said, and then waited until she
    did. "Now that we know that you're not carrying any large contraband we just
    have to search for the small stuff, and then you can proceed with your visit."

    Jill's heart sank, remembering her lawyers words.

    "We might as well start with you April," Duffy said, as the two men were now
    standing, shoulder to shoulder, on the star. "Jill stand over here next to me."
    Jill did so but was confused as too why, before the deputy cleared his throat.
    "Just lift...."

    "I know the drill," April interrupted. (April was a veteran at this. Her husband
    had been in and out of jails all along the eastern seaboard.)

    Jill was stunned when April lifted her white T-shirt up over her breasts. She
    swore the men gasped when they saw her large areolae, and bumpy brown nipples
    spring into view. April then lifted her small skirt up and bunched it around her
    waist. Jill quickly noticed that she wasn't wearing panties and that her pussy
    was completely shaved, as she assumed, did the two men, judging by where their
    eyes were focused. Jill's face quickly flushed.

    "I'm sorry April, I forgot you've been though this before," Duffy said, when
    April stood with arms by her side, palms facing the men. He also soaked in her
    body. His buddy had told him that April had a body built for porn. The young
    deputy instantly agreed with his analysis, giving Adams an approving wink.

    Jill was completely blown away, at the power these men had, as she thought,
    "There's no way they were gonna make her strip too! She couldn't! She wouldn't!"

    "Turn around April," Duffy said, as he swirled a finger in the air. April
    followed.

    "Nice tattoo...red bull.... Oh I get it," he said with a laugh, remembering her
    husband's name.

    Jill couldn't help but look. She had a nice red bull tattoo on her right ass
    cheek. She also couldn't help but watch as they made her grab her ankles and
    then reach back and spread her ass-cheeks, which Jill thought, wasn't so nice.
    Watching this was almost too much for Jill. She wanted to run out the door
    screaming, but April looked up at her and smiled, like it was no big deal.

    Jill looked away when the two men moved in for a closer look at April's back
    view. Now, she just couldn't bear to watch, mostly, because she knew that she
    was next. The two men were just inches from April's stretched open pussy,
    admiring her bright pink insides, when a buzzing sound broke up the action. It
    was coming from the red phone on the far wall. A perturbed Adams went over and
    answered it.

    "Hello Sheriff. Yeah, he's here, one sec." Adams held the phone up. "Deputy
    Duffy your dads on the phone."

    Jill shook her head. "The young deputy's father is the sheriff. Well now that
    just figures," Jill thought, as the Deputy moved over to the phone. "No wonder
    he acts like he owns the place."

    The two men both seemed to be chatting away on the phone with the sheriff, when
    April nudged Jill. "First time eh?" She whispered.

    "Yeah, is it that obvious?" Jill whispered back.

    "I could tell by the way you're dressed. It looks like you're on your way to
    church, and it looks like you're gunna pee yourself."

    Jill snapped her head around at April, but didn't have a reply.

    "It's alright girl. I remember my first time too, but it was before I had
    these," April said, as she pointed to her breasts, which were still exposed.
    "They were a gift from my old man."

    "They're nice," Jill managed, although, she was slightly embarrassed at her
    closeness. "Why didn't she at least cover herself back up?" She thought.

    "Yeah, nice to look at...which helps a lot in here, but they're like carrying a
    ten-pound bowling ball on your chest," April said, and the two women shared a
    light giggle. "That's it girl, you gut to lighten up. It's the only way to make
    it through this.... Can I ask how long is your man in for?"

    "The lawyer said a least eight years," Jill answered.

    "Eight fucking years...oh man...then you better learn to play the game," April
    whispered.

    Jill looked at April with a puzzled face.

    "Look, do you love your husband?" April asked.

    "Yes!" Jill replied emphatically.

    "Alright, then you have to learn for his sake," April whispered. "How long has
    it been since you've been with your husband...you know sexually?"

    "I don't knooo," Jill groaned, a little embarrassed by the question and also the
    fact that it was being asked by a nearly naked women, whose large breasts were
    brushing against her arm. "Ah, I haven't been able to touch him for nine
    months...oh, and then there was like a little more than a year for the trial
    thing."

    "That's almost two years?" April interrupted.

    Jill looked down, ashamed.

    April moved closer to Jill's ear. "If you love him, and you wanna stay with him
    then you have to check your ego at the door and swallow your pride, otherwise,
    forget he ever existed and move on."

    "No way! He is the only man I'll ever love," Jill groaned out.

    "I know how you feel. I would never leave my dumb-ass husband either. Ok then
    here is how it works around here...quickly 'cause we don't have much time,"
    April hurriedly whispered, as Jill leaned closer. "When you come to visit, wear
    something like me...something simple. Forget the bra 'cuz they won't let you
    take it in anyways."

    Jill couldn't believe what she was hearing.

    "If you wear an outfit like yours then they make a big show out of stripping it
    off of you...you'll see. Usually I just flash em, and then I'm in."

    Jill looked at April with a scrunched face.

    "I think they just wanted someone more experienced to make it easier for you.
    They even told me how you chickened out last time," April continued, as Jill
    shook with anger, remembering that day.

    "You have to pretend you like it and them...no matter how much you wanna scratch
    their eyes out. Look if they sense fear or shyness, they will just use it
    against yah. In here they're all power hungry."

    So far, that was one thing Jill could agree with.

    "When you finally make it into see your old man, dressing like this works too.
    It gives your man easier access to your body, since the guards won't let you
    take off your clothes in the visitor's room, but will let you get like this."

    Jill once again flashed April a stunned look.

    "Believe me! When your man finally sees yah, he's gonna want touch you
    everywhere and he's gonna want to be touched. Shit, they're locked in cages 23
    hours a day. 23 hours -- nine months -- do the math girl."

    Jill looked down in shame. "Don't the guards...w-w-watch...I mean?" She mumbled.

    "Yeah they watch. They're perverts too. But believe me you'll get to the point
    where being with your man is more important than that," April said, as the
    deputy hung up the phone. "Oh yeah, just don't tell your man what you had to go
    through to see him. There are some things a guy in prison just doesn't need to
    hear."

    The two men ended their conversation and marched back over towards them. Jill's
    heart pounded.

    "Ok, where were we...? Ah yes, Jill are you ready?" Duffy asked.

    Jill nodded her head, which was still spinning from April's sermon.

    "Very good then why don't you start by unbuttoning that sweater," Duffy said,
    rubbing his hands together.

    Jill's fingers fumbled with the buttons. Se had lied when she said she was
    ready. She also couldn't believe she was actually going to strip for the men.
    She watched as Adams positioned April so she could watch too.

    "Ok, now hold it open."

    Jill slowly opened her sweater up, exposing her white bra to their view. Her
    face flushed again.

    "All the way," Duffy barked.

    Jill spread out the sweater a far as it would go. Her arms were like rubber.
    Tears were already forming in her eyes.

    "Now, off."

    After a stalling breath, she finally took it off and handed it to Adams for
    inspection, following another command.

    "Ok, lift your bra away from your tits and shake'em out."

    Jill smacked her lips, and hesitated for a moment, a little confused by the
    order, and she also hated the word "tits."

    "Need some help," Sergeant Adams barked, snapping the nightstick off his belt.
    Jill jumped back, but the table stopped her retreat. Sergeant Adams brought his
    nightstick up and ran it over Jill's left breast.

    "P-please," Jill pleaded, as she felt it trace her nipple. "I can do it."

    Deputy Duffy patted Adams on the shoulder and the nightstick fell. Jill
    reluctantly pulled the cups away from her breasts and began to slowly shake her
    shoulders.

    "Lean forward and continue."

    Jill did so, almost breaking into tears, but trying not to give them the
    satisfaction. She knew that somehow, someway, she had to make it though this,
    for her husband's sake.

    "Ok, since bras aren't allowed in the visitor's room. I'm afraid I'm going to
    have to confiscate it...hand it over!" Sergeant Adams barked out.

    Jill's eyes shifted to April's face, and she flashed her that "see" look.

    Jill's face burned now, as she reached back and unhooked her bra, suddenly
    remembering that no one but her husband and her female doctor had seen her naked
    breasts since she had developed. Slowly, unintentionally seductively, she slid
    the straps off her shoulders and pulled it away from her body. Her hand
    trembled, as she handed it over to Sergeant Adams and then quickly covered her
    breasts with her hands.

    "Look buddy, another one for my collection...man this thing is heavy," Adams
    said, pretending to have trouble lifting it.

    The two men laughed, which added to Jill's embarrassment, and then they just
    stared at her.

    "What?" Jill managed, hating their lustful looks.

    "Are you gonna just stand there and massage your tits all day, or are you gonna
    put your hands down so we can inspect'em?" Duffy said, with a smirk.

    It took Jill all she had to slowly drop her hands. She fought to not cover them
    back up, and it didn't help that the two men didn't even hide the fact that they
    were gawking at her exposed breasts. Jill wanted to die as the seconds slowly
    ticked by. She joined the rest of the eyes in the room and looked down at her
    breasts. They were medium sized, a little on the pointy side, but it was her
    pink marshmallow like nipples that embarrassed Jill the most. But from the
    smiles the two men traded, they seem to enjoying them.

    "Ah hum...unbutton your pants," Duffy managed, almost losing his professional
    demeanor for a second.

    Jill wiped away a tear and then fumbled with the three buttons on her pants, but
    got them unsnapped.

    "Ok, now put your hands over your head."

    Jill did so, although a little confused. "What's this all about?" She thought.

    "Now shake your hips."

    Jill slowly, reluctantly, shook her hips. She also knew that she was shaking her
    tits too. She looked at April, who again flashed her that "see" look and Jill
    remembered what she said about them making a "show" out of it. She also wished
    that she had talked to April sooner. Her pants started to slither down her
    thighs before dropping around her ankles. She finally got the shaking of the
    hips thing.

    "What, you planning on doing a little jogging later?" Adams said, when Jill
    running shorts came into view.

    "Can you please pull them shorts down?" Duffy said annoyingly. "I thought her
    pants were awful fluffy earlier," he thought.

    Jill heard the men's laughter, as she pulled down her shorts that revealed her
    large granny like white panties. Even April could help but chuckle at poor
    Jill's panties selection.

    Jill's face was beet red. Her heart felt like it was going to explode out of her
    chest.

    "Are there any more clothes under your huge panties?" Duffy hissed.

    Jill shook her head back and forth. She looked at the Deputy with watery eyes.
    He just placed his hands on his hips and tapped his foot. Jill knew what he
    wanted. After a deep breath, she mustered up all her strength and rolled her
    panties down. Standing back up she used her hands to cover her crotch.

    "Now, finally, turn around," Duffy barked.

    Jill turned around. It was a little awkward with her pants, shorts, and panties
    still wrapped around her ankles.

    "Now bend forward at the waist and untie your shoes, take them off, and remove
    the pants and stuff."

    Jill bent over and started to untie her shoes when she looked at the two men
    between her legs, staring at her ass, that's when it hit her, the view she must
    be giving them. She picked up the pace and piled the rest of the clothes on the
    table. A teardrop splashed on the floor by her feet, as she picked up her
    discarded clothing and handed them over. Sergeant Adams again examined them.

    "Now get your cute ass on that table, on your back," Duffy punctuated his
    command with a slap on Jill's ass. Jill hopped on the table and fell back, her
    feet dangling off the side. Her mind, seemingly behind her instinctive responses
    to the deputy's commands.

    "Now, what is going on?" she cried out, as sergeant Adams grabbed her arms and
    pulled them over her head. She tried to pull away, but he was stronger. She
    shuddered as the cold steel slapped against her wrists. When Adams moved away
    she realized by the feel and the sound that he had handcuffed her to the table.
    She flooded with helplessness.

    "Please, I'm not a criminal," She pleaded, but by the amused look on his face,
    she knew it was a futile one.

    "Put your feet up on the edge of the table," Duffy barked.

    "But why?" Jill whined, as she looked down. The deputy was standing in-between
    her legs. She knew she would have to spread her legs wide to avoid him.

    "Do it!" Duffy screamed, and Jill shook, and then complied.

    "Wider!" Duffy barked, and then he added, "that's better," when she replied.

    Jill had never been this mortified in her life. She always hated this position
    at the doctors' office, but in this environment, cuffed hands over head, it
    seemed a million times worse.

    "How am I ever going to do this again?" She thought.

    "Jill, you know it would be easier on everyone if you would shave your pussy,
    next time."

    Jill gasped, "Never!" She just couldn't believe this could get any worse.

    "Well, since I can't do a visual search, I'm going to have to do a manual one."

    Jill was wrong, it just did. "Please nooo," she moaned, as it just hit her why
    they cuffed her to the table, as the cuffs stopped her from fleeing.

    "Relax Jill, before I can proceed I have to have your permission, just to be
    ethical," Deputy Duffy explained. "If not, I'll un-cuff you from the table and
    you can go home. I just want you to know that it's your free will."

    Jill filled with fire. "Ethics! This asshole doesn't have an ethical bone in his
    whole body," Jill screamed inward. "And if I was free...why the cuffs?"

    "Well."

    "You can't be serious," Jill whined.

    "I'm afraid so, or you'll have gone all this way for not," Duffy said, as April
    sat on the table next to Jill and also whispered, "C'mon honey, you can do it.
    It's just your pussy."

    "Yeah, I have to make sure you're not a drug smuggler too," the deputy said with
    a smirk. Jill looked at him in disbelief. "How could such a nice looking young
    man be so evil?" She thought.

    "I need to hear it out loud."

    "God! I can't believe this!" she screamed out. "Alright, search my fucking
    pussy. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

    "Alright, I think I will! If I can find the fucking thing, under all this hair!"

    Jill closed her eyes, and braced her body, just before the deputy's finger found
    its mark. It ran along her puffy lips, before slowly entering her pussy. She
    cringed at his light laugh, as he was obviously amused at how wet she had
    become. Jill squirmed about on the table, hands testing her steely binds, as
    Duffy added another finger into her pussy and then he started thrusting them
    upwards and inwards, finding Jill's special spot. She fought against the moans
    escaping from her lips. It had been a long time for Jill. She was always worried
    about her husband, too worried to even masturbate. So as hard as she tried to
    fight it, her body was betraying her. Jill quivered when she felt another finger
    start to rub her clit. This was too much for her.

    "Hey what the..." she growled, as she opened her eyes in a panic, and tried to
    jump up, the cuffs digging into her skin. She was surprised to see that the
    finger rubbing her clit belonged to April, sitting on the table next to her.
    April just pressed a finger from her other hand to her lips and hissed.

    "Was April doing this because she wanted to, or were the two guards making her?"
    Jill asked herself, as she relaxed her body. The fingers continued there probing
    of Jill's helpless body. Her skin tingling and audible moans were escaping from
    her mouth, now.

    "Oh my god, not now, not here!" Jill thought, as she felt a soft hand start
    squeezing her breast, fingernails lightly scrapping her sensitive nipple. She
    didn't have to open her eyes to know April was doing the squeezing.

    Deputy Duffy's fingers were now aggressively thrusting in and out, much harder
    and much more skilled than she had ever experienced before. April's soft, yet
    wicked hands, hard at work. It was too much for Jill to take. She finally gave
    in. She knew she had lost the fight anyways.

    "Please...oh please...I'm cummming!" Jill's voice flooded the room, echoing off
    the soundproof walls. Her body was thrashing about on the table, as Jill enjoyed
    her first orgasm in years. Quickly a mixture of pleasure and pain raced through
    Jill. She had never experienced anything quite like it before, even in her
    married life, but she felt guilty that it happened here. Tears started to flow
    down her cheeks, while Sergeant Adams unlocked her cuffs. April lifted her up
    off the table into a sitting position, her arms locked around Jill in a warm
    embrace. Jill rubbed her raw wrists.

    "It's going to be all right," April whispered into Jill's ear, as she caressed
    her back. "You made it though, your first time...now you...."

    "No she didn't...there is still one more thing," Sergeant Adams interrupted.

    "C'mon guys, she's been through enough for one day," April pleaded.

    "Well, we still have to know if she's gonna play by our rules...she still seems
    a little rebellious," Adams said. "That's why I went with the cuffs."

    "Please, she hasn't been with her husband in like two years. Could you guys give
    her a break just for today, please for me?"

    "Well...I guess so, but just for you," Adams said softly, looking at his buddy,
    who was nodding.

    Jill tried to dry her eyes, using her running shorts.

    "Well April, it looks like you're gonna have to pull double duty then today,"
    Adams said, as he picked up Jill's bra.

    "Whatever...just leave us alone so we can dress and get ready!" April offered,
    sliding off the table.

    "Alright, I'll tell my guard to fetch your men," Adams said and the two men left
    the room, not before giving each other a high five.

    "April, what the fuck just happened?" Jill whispered.

    "You just went through your initiation my dear. Welcome to the prisoner's wives
    life," April said, jumping off the table and finally pulling down her top and
    fixing her skirt. "But they don't do that all the time. Like I said before, most
    of the time I just flash them and I'm in. Just be thankful they didn't check
    your asshole, too."

    "And the double duty stuff?" Jill asked meekly, sliding to the floor and she was
    thankful of at least that one point, although, it didn't make her feel much
    better.

    "My guess from the bulges in their pants I have a couple of blowjobs to perform,
    or they're looking to 'pull a train' but I don't exactly know, every time it's
    different. I've had to serve them beer naked, or masturbate for them," April
    answered.

    Jill once again looked at April in disbelief, as she was handing Jill her
    panties.

    "Oh, and you know that three months crap, in between visits, there's ways around
    that too. I come here whenever I fucking want to. You do favors for them and
    they do favors for you, it's that simple...."

    "Who the guards?" Jill interrupted, pulling up her pants, also wondering how
    April could be so nonchalant about it.

    "Yeah, guards, prison officials, cops, deputies, and who's ever here," April
    giggled. "One time they even had me blow this fat mailman just cuz he was by.
    Like I said, it's a power thing."

    "Oh my god," Jill gasped, as April wasn't helping her anxiety level any.

    "Yeah they have this room. It's like a break room or something, but it looks
    like a small bar room. They drink beers and watch sports and sometimes use us
    for their entertainment. But if you behave they aren't cruel about it."

    "Do I have too?"

    "Only if you want a favor from them, like I did today," April interrupted.

    "I'm sorry about that April, I didn't mean...." Jill whispered.

    "That's ok. I've kind of gotten used to it over the years. I'm no slut, or maybe
    I wasn't one, but my hubby keeps fucking up. Sometimes it really ain't that bad,
    well, once you've learned to play along," April said.

    "I don't know if I can do that," Jill said nervously.

    "Most of the time they just want a blowjob. I don't think they get them at home
    too often and they usually don't last that long."

    Jill looked up at April with a panicked look on her face.

    "Oh no.... Don't tell me," April said, before she laughed.

    "Isn't that gross!" Jill groaned.

    "What sucking dick, or the fact that you've made it this far in life without
    sucking one?" April teased.

    "Please April," Jill whined.

    "I'm sorry Jill. I didn't mean to make fun of yah," April said as she was
    helping Jill fix her hair.

    "Do you like it?" April managed.

    "Giving head? It really ain't that bad. It's really the one time a woman has
    power over a man. I mean you have his sole reason for living right in your
    mouth, and if you're good at it you can get stuff from'em," April said, before
    she added, "I can't honestly say that I'm looking forward to sucking that cocky
    young deputy's cock, but I'll make him cum in thirty seconds and then if I ever
    need him I will promise more. He probably has a three inch dick anyways!"

    For the first time the two women shared a laugh and a hug.

    "Wait! What about the...?"

    "Cum," April said with a scrunched face. "Yeah, they always come on you."

    "Oh, gross."

    "Sometimes it is Jill, again most want your face, or you can swallow if you
    want. It's less messy."

    Jill was stunned.

    "Just the facts of life." April simply shrugged her shoulder. "They told me
    your name was Jill Kelly. Do you know you share names with a famous porno
    starlet?"

    "Too bad it isn't me. I'd probably have my husband out of prison by now!" Jill
    said, and they shared another laugh.

    "Or at least know how to suck a cock, and take a facial," April said, and then
    pressed a small kiss to Jill's flushed cheek. "Look, relax, we'll get together.
    Wait for me at my truck. I'll teach you everything you need to know. It's the
    big black four by four parked out front," April said, just as a young guard came
    into the room. Jill was happy that she had just finished dressing. She was also
    a little uneasy about what April meant by "get together" remembering her soft
    hands taking liberties with her helpless body, but her husband's face suddenly
    flashed into her head. It was finally time.

    "Let's go ladies," a guard suddenly barked, holding the door open.

    The two women skipped down the hall to the visitor's room. Jill saw her husband
    nervously pacing the floor through the door's small window. Jill's heart raced
    as the door opened. She jumped into his arms. The two locked in a warm embrace.
    Jill's tears were flowing again, as she had just made it through the most
    humiliating day of her life.... So far.


    I'm not really a Deputy. I just play one on the Internet.

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    Great story Deputy Duffy....Im glad I never had to do that when I went a visiting...hee hee
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    Nice story Deputy thanx for sharing
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    Jill Kelly Goes to Prison Ch. 2

    Jill Kelly Goes to Prison CH. 2

    (Jill joins the club)

    By

    Deputy Duffy


    Tired and on the brink of exhaustion, Jill pulled into the driveway of her Connecticut home. It had been a long drive from Vermont, which capped off an even longer day. She drew herself a hot bath and then poured herself a glass of wine. She stripped off her clothes (for the second time today), and splashed into the tub. She lit a few candles, before putting a hot washcloth over her eyes.

    Her mind drifted back over today's events, questions running through her head: Did she really make it though today? Could she really go back there? Was April really interested in her as a friend? Could she really trade sexually favors like her?

    The hot bath water was about the only thing keeping Jill calm. She suddenly remembered the short conversation she had with April in the prison's parking lot. She was invited back up to Vermont in a couple of weeks to meet some of the other unfortunate wives. April even called it a "little club of prisoner wives."

    Taking a sip of wine, she remembered her meeting with her husband. It had been so long, his body felt even bigger and stronger than she remembered. The two spent most of their thirty minutes together locked in a loving embrace. The only words the two exchanged were "sorry" and it seemed to sum up their present positions in life, but they both vowed that they still loved each other and would always.

    Suddenly, it felt like she had been struck by lighting, when she remembered glancing over her shoulder at April. April was down on her knees, her skirt bunched around her waist, her head in her husband lap, bobbing up and down, while the young guard was only a few feet away, licking his lips, obviously enjoying the show. "Or maybe waiting for his turn," Jill thought, with a shiver.

    Her stomach turned, as she pictured herself doing that to her husband, as the guard watched. Her husband had asked her several times early into their marriage, for oral sex, but Jill just couldn't go through with it. She just couldn't get over her fears about putting a penis into her mouth.

    As she continued soaking, her mind drifted back to the conversation with April after their session. April told her how after her visit with her husband, she had to go into the break room and blow the sergeant, but she said the deputy had to leave on a call.

    She stuck a finger into her mouth and pretended that it was the sergeant's hard cock. She had to take it out several times to stop from gagging. "Just how and the hell do bad girls do that?" She asked herself several times.

    And then she remembered that April said she had to "swallow every drop". Jill gulped.

    The following week, April called several times to talk. Jill tried to learn as much as possible to try and avoid the amount of humiliation she endured in her last visit. April invited her up to her cabin, the following Friday for the prisoner wives meeting. She also said that she'd arranged to go back to the prison and visit their men on Saturday. Jill said she would come, only after some coaxing from April.

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    Friday rolled around and she made the trip up to April's cabin, which was relatively easy to find as it was located among a popular ski resort. She pulled up to the cabin and spotted April's four by four. It took her nearly twenty minutes before she built up her courage and walked up and knocked on the cabin's front door. What was she in for?

    April answered the door with a smile. They shared a warm embrace, and then April grabbed her hand and led her into the cabin. She introduced Jill to the other women, and then the other women stood up and introduced themselves.

    There was Beth, an older, overweight woman. Candy was a tough looking blonde dressed like a biker chick, who could have passed for April's sister. And the last woman was a tall sexy redhead, who surprised Jill by greeting her with a soft kiss on the cheek.

    "You can call me Red, as in red hot," she purred into Jill's ear.

    "C'mon Red, don't scare the poor girl," April said, as she pushed Red away. "Don't worry, Red is just a little affectionate, that's all."

    The wine started to flow, and the women settled into the living room and exchanged stories on why their husbands were in prison. Jill went last and they all got a kick out of Jill's story.

    "I can't believe he stopped to ask directions from an off-duty deputy," Beth cried out. "Men never ask for directions!"

    "Eight years! Wow, that's along time to be locked in a little cage with another guy," Red said, and the other women nodded.

    "I wonder if he's doing the pitching or the catching?" She said, and the ladies giggled.

    Jill didn't know exactly what that meant, but she figured it was some sort of gay joke, which made her skin crawl.

    "So Jill, since it's your first time here with us, let's hear about your first visit to our little state facility," Beth said and the other women nodded.

    Jill rambled through her story rather quickly, blushing all the way, as it seemed just as embarrassing to tell her story, as it had been when she went through it.

    April giggled. "Jill, did you forget that I was there with you, so I know you left out a few things," April said with more giggling. "Like, it was really your second trip, as you chickened out on the first try...."

    "Please April, this is embarrassing," Jill cried out, a small tear leaking from her eye.

    "Jill, what are we going to do with you?" April moaned. "We have to toughen you up some, can't have you balling your eyes out all the time, it's embarrassing for all us women, and I think I know where we can start."

    Jill tried to clear her eyes. She didn't like the sound of April's voice.

    "Jill, just answer this one simple question, did you shave your pussy yet, as they suggested?"

    "What!" Jill gasped.

    "You heard me," April said, her face serious.

    "I trimmed it a little," Jill mumbled, but it was a lie.

    "That's what I figured. Well, we now know what your initiation into our little club is going to be," April announced, as she stood up. "Red, go to the bathroom and bring back the shaving kit."

    "Cool!" Red cried out, before running into the bathroom. Jill gasped.

    The other two women grabbed Jill by the arms and pulled her off the couch.

    "Lay her down on the coffee table," April barked, and the women did, as Jill was protesting profusely. No way they were going to shave her pussy.

    "Let's get that ugly skirt off. I really have to give you some fashions tips, you dress like you're sixty years old," April said, as she stripped Jill's skirt off, while Beth and Candy held her arms.

    "Nice pantyhose, at least you left the running trunks at home this time," April teased, as they soon joined her skirt on the floor. "Stop fighting or we'll tie you to the table…. Just like…."

    Jill relaxed her body, knowing just what April was hinting at.

    "Found it!" Red announced, as she ran back into the room, shaving kit in hand, naked as the day she was born.

    "What the frig...!" Jill cried, when she saw Red's nakedness.

    "Don't mind Red, she works hard to keep her body in tip-top shape, and she also likes to show it off," April said, holding Jill's legs.

    "What, I had a new dress on and I didn't want it all messy," Red offered, but she knew April was right.

    Jill had to admit that Red had a great body, her skin seemed to shimmer, her breasts were firm and her nipples were pink and puffy, but Jill started to get an uneasy feeling remembering her kiss, and April's actions at the prison.

    "Please April, I'm not a lesbian!" Jill cried out, which brought out laughter from the other women.

    "Hey girls, little Jill thinks, even though we are all married to men, that we're all lezbos," April said with a laugh. "Well, we might like the company of women once in a while, while the dicks in the clink, but we ain't no lezbo club."

    April wiped a bead of perspiration from Jill's face, and then licked her finger. "Now, if you don't quit your crying we are going to have to gag you, with these," April said, as she pulled down Jill panties. "It's not like it's going to hurt to have your pussy shaved, you might even like it. Plus, we're all baldies, too."

    "Wow! Look at that bush, you want me to get the hedge trimmers out back!" Red teased, when Jill's dark pubic bush came into view, and the women giggled.

    Jill was fighting back tears, it wasn't even the shaving, it was the fact that the shaving was going to expose her pussy to these women, and then later at the prison. Jill's body was no longer relaxed.

    "Hold her girls," April said with a chuckle, as she was enjoying herself. She didn't want to be thought of as gay, but she didn't mind fooling around with other women, especially when her husband was in jail, as he often was.

    April knelt on the floor, while Red spread Jill's legs apart and dropped one off each side of the table. Crouching underneath the table, she used Jill's pantyhose to tie her ankles to the table legs.

    Jill offered one more plea, "Please, I can do it myself."

    She could tell by April wicked smile that it was a futile one. When Red stood up, she realized by trying to close her spread open legs what she had done. She was helpless.

    "One more thing," Red said, sliding a small pillow under Jill's lower back. April smiled with approval. Jill gasped, as she saw the pillows effect. It was shaving time.

    April, working with experience, started with her scissors, trimming as much pubic hair as she could, and then grabbed her husband's beard trimmer and carved a V, into the top of Jill's pubic mound. Then she used a straight edge and gel to shave around her pussy. Finally using a facecloth, she cleaned up Jill's newly shaved pussy. Jill wanted to die.

    "Well lookie here, she has a nice little pussy after all," April purred, as she ran her finger lightly along Jill's pussy lips. "Yes, this is much better."

    Jill tried to struggle free, but Beth and Candy had a good hold of her arms, and the pantyhose stretched, but held there grip.

    "She sure is a squirmy little fish, ain't she," Beth chuckled.

    "Oh yeah, you should have seen her on the steel table in the processing room," April said with a giggle. "The deputy was giving her quite the probing. I just had to help him out, I figured she hadn't had an orgasm in awhile, so I rubbed her clit like this...."

    "April, you're a naughty one!" Beth gasped, and then she laughed.

    Jill couldn't help but feel flushed when she remembered her powerful orgasm that she experienced that day. Jill was still confused, as her body was betraying her again, as April continued running her finger over her pussy. She also felt that this in a strange way was cheating on her husband.

    "Please April, stop. We shouldn't be doing this, I don't want to do this to my husband," Jill cried out.

    April answered by sliding her finger into Jill's moist pussy. "Speaking of your husband, you didn't even give him some relief. I mean, I saw the bulge in his pants when the guards took him back to his cell."

    Jill moaned. "I-I-I just couldn't…owww…."

    "Man, you left your man all hard," Beth barked, and the other women just shook their heads at Jill. Jill started crying....

    "There is so much you have to learn girl, and we can help you a lot, but you have to trust us, plus we wouldn't do anything to hurt yah," April said, pulling her finger out and sucking it clean.

    The women released Jill's arms and Red untied her legs. April pulled Jill into her body and the two locked in a warm embrace as Jill started balling her eyes out, on her shoulder. Life lately had just become one humiliating experience after the next. She wished she was more like April and the other girls, but she knew she was along ways from that. She had her doubts as to whether she could make that transition but she knew she had to give it a shot.

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    After an hour, Jill had managed to compose herself somewhat. The wine was helping and then she took a hot shower at April's request, only to find that her clothes were missing, as she dried off with a small cotton towel. She wrapped it around her the best she could and entered the living room.

    "April, where are my clothes?" Jill asked, seeing her sitting on the couch.

    "I gave them to Beth to drop in the Goodwill box on her way home, except we kept your shoes."

    "What!" Jill barked, a little upset with April's boldness, while she thought, "Thank goodness I packed some extra clothes for my prison visit."

    "Well, that's the next lesson," April said while standing up. "We are going to show you how to dress for your prison visits. Now drop that towel and lets get started."

    "B-b-but, I'm n-n-naked," Jill stuttered, as she was quickly back to being nervous, as she watched Candy and Red walk back into the room carrying a pile of clothes. They dumped them on the couch. April looked over to Jill and motioned for her to drop the towel. Jill shook her head. April smacked her lips and snatched the towel away. Jill quickly covered her breasts with her hands. April had to laugh, remembering that she did the same thing at the prison.

    "Don't pee on my rug, girl," April teased. It seemed to put Jill at ease.

    The three girls surrounded Jill, each having an idea of what she should wear, and they began putting on and pulling off clothes for the next hour. Jill felt silly, never playing dress up, at least not as a grown woman. April also fixed Jill's makeup. When the women announced that they were happy, Jill looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror, on the bathroom door. She couldn't believe what the girls finally decided on, her jaw almost hit the floor. She was wearing a small black satin top that hugged her breasts, the outline of her nipples clearly defined. She also had on a black leather mini skirt that didn't even come down to middle of her thighs. Looking lower, she wore black knee high spiked boots, and of course they didn't give her any underwear.

    She started to strike different poses. It seemed like the only pose that didn't leave her exposed was standing straight up and down. Jill shook her head. She didn't think she could ever wear this outfit out in public.

    Jill lifted her skirt and noticed her newly shaved pussy shining in the mirror. Looking around to see if the coast was clear, she took some time to examine it. Her pussy hadn't been this bare since puberty. She even spread her pussy lips apart, examining her inner pinkness. wow! was it pink.

    "Nice, huh?" April's voice purred.

    Jill nearly jumped out of her skin. She didn't even notice that the bathroom had two doors, and she also felt the sting of being caught in such a naughty act.

    "You scared me to death," Jill managed, her face flushed.

    "It's a lot sexier to be cleanly shaved, huh? And just a little bit dirty too," April said, moving over and pulling Jill's skirt up to enjoy her handy work in the mirror.

    "Please April, you're always teasing me," Jill moaned, pulling her skirt down as far as it would go.

    "C'mon Jill, it's time for your last lesson of the night. We don't want to overload you too much for one night, " April said, as she led Jill back into the living room.

    Jill was thinking it was to late for that. She could have never imagined that she would have been put through all this, when she had left her house earlier. She also wondered what was next.

    Jill noticed two kitchen chairs in the middle of the living room. Red was sitting in one of them. "At least she was finally dressed," she thought. She wore green hospital pants and a small tank top.

    "Ok Jill, we are going to pretend that Red here is your husband and Candy is a prison guard," April said, as Candy came into the room wearing a classic police uniform, slapping a nightstick in her hand. The girls chuckled, even Jill.

    "April, where…?"

    "I used to work at a costume store," April quickly answered, reading Jill's face.

    Candy moved closer. "Ok, if you wanna see your husband I'm going to have to see some T and A," Candy said in a deep voice, which brought more chuckles, but not from Jill this time.

    "You see how much easer this is going to be in this outfit," April moaned, while Jill just nodded.

    "C'mon girl, lets see those titties," Candy bellowed.

    "What you want me to really do it?" Jill cried out.

    "If you want to see your husband, sweet cheeks," Candy said, as she ran her nightstick over Jill's right breast. Jill batted it away.

    "Believe me, you need the practice," April chirped. "Plus, we've all seen you naked already, and you have a hot little body."

    Jill blushed looking down, even though this was supposed to be practice, it felt a little too real as she lifted the bottom of her small shirt and rested it just over her breasts.

    "Nice, I just love marshmallows," Candy purred, forgetting her deep voice this time, as her nightstick returned to Jill's breast. "That's the T and now the A."

    Jill trembled as she turned around and bent forward. She could tell by the looks on the other women's faces that they must be enjoying playing their little perverted game. She felt her skirt being lifted up in back, letting out a gasp when the skirt flipped inside out and gathered around her waist.

    "Please...," was all Jill could manage, feeling the smooth stick brush against her pussy lips.


    "Ok slut, you can see your jerk off of a husband now," Candy said.

    Jill quickly fixed her clothing.

    "Honey," Red cried out, while standing up. "Oh, you look so good, and it's been so long," she said, trying to deepen her sexy voice.

    Red moved over and hugged Jill, while running her hands up and down Jill's back, making sure they ran over her naked ass. Things were happing a little to fast for Jill to even protest. Red grabbed Jill's face and starting kissing her. Her kisses slow at first, and then proceeding to a full-blown make out session.

    It startled Jill at first since she had never been kissed by another women before, but she closed her eyes and tried to pretended it was her husband, although her husband's lips were not nearly as soft as Red's were.

    Jill gasped as April made short work of Jill's clothing, in between red's kisses.

    Jill was surprised again when Red's lips left her lips, but quickly found her nipple, sucking on it for several minutes. Jill figured she couldn't have stopped her even if she wanted to. No one had ever sucked on her nipples so lustfully. She had to admit to herself that it felt pretty good, although the audience make her uneasy.

    "Oh honey, you are making me so excited. I'm as hard as a rock," Red oozed, as she guided Jill's hand to her crotch.

    "What the fuck!" Jill cried out, as she felt a large hard object in Red's pants. She jumped back, forgetting about her spiked boots that were a little too big for her, and crashed to the floor.

    "You all right Jill?" April said, as she helped Jill off the floor. "I'm sorry, I guess we forgot to tell you about the strap on dildo thing."

    Jill looked over at Red who had her pants around her ankles and was rubbing a flesh colored dildo that was strapped between her legs. She also wore a sly smile on her face. "I told yeah, I was hard."

    "Man, it scared the shit out of me…I never saw one of those before," Jill gushed.

    "Really! Big surprise there," April said sarcastically.

    "W-w-what's it for?" Jill mumbled.

    "Well, it's for a lot of things, but for right now, it's so we can pretend that it's your husband's cock. You see, I think it's basic blowing lesson time," April said, with a smile.

    "You're kidding, right…? I'm not putting that thing in my mouth," Jill barked, seeing that they were serious.

    "For a married woman you sure have a penis phobia. Do you let your husband put it in your pussy?" April teased, while Jill just flashed her a dirty look.

    "All right, you remember how scared you were the first time you let a guy slide his cock into your pussy?" April said, patting her on the shoulder, while Red continued to stoke her man made cock, wishing she had a real one.

    "Ah, yeah, it was my husband, well before he was, and he has been the only one," Jill mumbled, her face burning.

    "Really?" April said, a little surprised at her admission.

    "And now you probably like it. (I hope you do.) Well, sucking cock is the same thing. You're scared to death the first time you do it, then it gets easier after that, and if you learn really good, you can get men to do anything you want. Right girls?"

    The women cheered.

    Jill didn't know if she was buying it or not, but her logic seemed to make sense. She also knew deep down from the sounds of it, she wasn't going to make it eight years in the state prison, without ever having to do it, and she knew her husband would probably benefit.

    Fuck if she wasn't going to have to learn to suck the cock after all.

    "Now, you wanna learn how to suck dick, or not?" April asked. Then she grabbed Jill by the hair while also driving a finger into her pussy.

    Jill knew she didn't have to answer. It wasn't a question.

    "Alright, eveyone naked."

    Jill watched as everyone complied with April's request.

    April pushed Red onto the wooden chair, while Candy dropped three pillows on the floor and Jill knew that one was for her. April pushed her down on the middle one. Red winked at Jill as she stoked her cock.

    With the three women kneeling in front of Red, Jill watched as April went first, then Candy, and then it was Jill's turn. Jill closed her eyes and slowly took the toy dildo into her mouth, and the other three women broke into applause.

    The next time she went, Jill felt someone fondling her breast, but with her eyes closed she wasn't sure who was doing it, but they certainly had soft hands.

    For the next half hour, April and Candy showed Jill the basics. She still gagged here and there, but at least she didn't feel like puking, like she thought she would, and she even got a little more used to the girls fondling her breasts, and fingering her pussy while she sucked.

    "But was she ready for the real thing?" she asked herself.

    When April finally announced that it was getting late, and that Jill had learned enough for one day, Jill felt relieved, plus her jaw was starting to ache.

    Jill and April cleaned up in the bathroom, where April suggested that they get ready for bed. April handed Jill a naughty-nighty to wear. Jill followed April out of the bathroom, and she stopped dead in her tracks, at what she saw, on the couch. Red was fucking Candy from behind with the strap-on.

    "And that's another use for it," April whispered, as she grabbed Jill's hand. "C'mon, let's let them play, and go to bed," she said, tearing the stunned Jill away from the living room and headed for the bedroom.

    Jill was still apprehensive as she climbed into bed with April with everything that had happened today.

    "Don't worry, I won't bite…but I will lick, if you want?" April purred, stroking Jill's hair.

    Jill's head was spinning, "You mean, you want to lick my pussy?" She finally managed.

    "Wow, you're so precious," April purred. "You better get your sleep now, you've been through a lot today and you have a big day tomorrow," April said, and then she kissed Jill goodnight.

    Jill closed her eyes. April finally said something that she totally agreed with.

    The End...For now

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    Jill Kelly Goes to Prison CH. 3

    Jill Kelly Goes to Prison CH. 3

    (Jill Meets the Warden)

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    Jill tossed and turned in her sleep all night long. She had just lived through a long and at times humiliating day and she knew she had another long one in front of her. She shifted between a light sleep and periods of being wide awake. When she did sleep, she seemed to only dream about April licking her pussy. She tried to interpret them while awake, "What did this mean? Did she really want April to do it, or was she fearful that she would?"

    Jill was surprised when April woke her up and told her to hurry up and take a shower and get dressed. They were late!

    Jill was confused. It felt like Jill hadn't slept at all, and she was having trouble separating reality from her dreams, because she could have sworn that April woke her up by licking her pussy.

    While Jill showered, April laid out her clothes from yesterday and also gave her some body lotion. After the shower, Jill saw that Red and Candy were in the kitchen, dressed in sexy attire.

    They helped Jill with her hair and makeup. Jill wondered why they took so long, if they were late, but they said that they wanted her to look just right.

    (Jill's mind kept wandering back to the vision of them using the strap-on, last night, but she didn't dare ask them about it.)

    April bounced into the room and announced that she was ready and the four of them left for the prison. Candy rode on her Harley, while the other three women traveled in April's four by four. They arrived at the prison just after eleven.

    They checked in and sauntered into the waiting room and quickly noticed three older teenaged boys. The boys were sitting next to an older woman, who they guessed was their mom. The four women took some seats on the opposite side of the small room.

    "If their eyes get any wider, they're going to pop out of their head," April said with a giggle.

    "Shhh...," Jill hissed.

    "Hey, I think the big one is looking up my dress," Red whispered.

    "Oh my god, close your legs," Jill whispered back, seeing that Red had her legs spread apart, with her ankles crossed, her small dress, riding up her thighs, and she knew that Red didn't have panties on, none of them did.

    Jill's leather skirt was just as short, but she used her hand and arm to block their view. She watched as Red put her arms behind her back and the back of Candy, who was sitting on her other side. This pulled her already tight dress even tighter and higher. Jill let out a small gasp when she saw the three boy's excited expressions.

    "C'mon Red, quit it!" Jill said, using her leg to push Red's leg over.

    "What, they want to look. I'm just giving them something to look at."

    While Jill tried her best to cover up, the other girls took their little turns in teasing the boys. It started with a move here, a move there. It seemed like they were trying to outdo each other. April even bent down to retie Candy's healed boot, giving the boys an eye full of her deep cleavage, while Red also bent over with straight legs, to help her retie the other one. Their teasing went on for ten minutes, until a guard came in and motioned for them to follow him.

    "C'mon boys," the older woman barked, as she slapped the oldest looking of the bunch on the back of the head, as he seemed reluctant to stand.

    "You girls should be ashamed of yourselves," she snarled, as she walked by, seemingly a little more aware then she appeared.

    Jill was mortified, but the other women all laughed when they left the room.

    "Relax Jill, we we're just having some fun teasing the boys." April said, with a hug. "I mean, there is not much to laugh about in here, so when you can…."

    -------------------------------------------

    After half an hour, the guard came back and motioned to the four women.

    "Hey dude, where's Sergeant Adams?" April asked.

    "It's Corrections Officer Lincoln," He snapped.

    "Sorry!" April moaned.

    "He's at his son's football game, if you must know, but the wardens around."

    April and Jill were led into the break room, while Red and Candy were told to continue to the processing room for their search, before they could see their husbands. Jill asked Officer Lincoln if they could all go together, but he just laughed and pushed her into the break room.

    "Why do we have to wait in here?" Jill asked April, while scanning the infamous break room that to her looked more like a bar room.

    "Jill just relax, Sergeant Adams isn't here today, so you lucked out. I think that guard is new, so just flip your skirt up and pull your top up and were should be all set," April said.

    "Oh yeah, no sweat," Jill said, sarcastically.

    Jill took a seat and tried not to think about it. Suddenly, the door opened and a hefty guard entered, followed by an older gentleman who walked with a cane.

    "Whatever happens…don't touch the warden's cane," April whispered into Jill's ear.

    (Oh god!) Jill looked up at the warden, who was wearing a black three-piece suit. He was real old looking. She figured he was in his 70s or even 80s, but he still sent a shiver down her spine, just by the way he was gawking at them.

    Jill gulped, when he called the two of them over to the pool table and had them stand side by side, wishing that she was properly dressed. She also figured he wasn't interested in a game of pool.

    "My name is Warden Johnson," the old man groaned, in a gravelly voice.

    "I've seen this one around before," he said pointing at April. "But you, you must be relatively new," he said, while pointing at Jill with his cane.

    The hefty guard cleared his throat. "This is Jill Kelly…her husband is prisoner 5689-ds. He's in for drug smuggling, 10-12 years," the hefty guard said, reading from a clipboard that he carried.

    "A god dammed drug smuggler," the warden said, while shaking his head. "You must be so proud."

    Jill looked down ashamed, only to have the warden's cane lift her head back up. He went on to tell them a rambling speech about the early years when he was in his prime. Jill got the sense that he had enjoyed his power and his years as the warden, and it seemed like the guards were following in his footsteps.

    "I still can't understand how some convict could have such a good looking woman," the warden growled, his eyes focus on Jill. "Hands up."

    Jill snapped her head to April, but she was looking to the floor. Jill's hands trembled, as she slowly lifted them over her head, unsure of as to why.

    "Higher, all the way," he ordered, and Jill cringed as she did, because she knew that only the swell of her breasts was keeping her small satin top in place, now. The warden used his cane to run it along Jill's shoulder and then down to her breast. Jill squirmed, but remembered April's warning. It was all Jill could do to not bat the cruel thing away as it circled over her nipple. The cane moved lower, and then moved quickly back up, the sheer material coming with it. Jill gasped, as her right breast came into view. The cane repeated its previous travel, this time exposing her left breast. The warden licked his crusty lips. Jill's face felt sun burned from his hungry stare.

    The warden suddenly took a step back, and motioned for her to turn around, by swirling his cane in the air. Jill's legs felt numb as she did, while also pulling her top down. She leaned forward a bit and placed her hands on the pool table, when she felt the cane on her back. The cane traveled lower and lower. Jill felt it move under her skirt and lift up. She shuddered, as her skirt flipped inside out, longing for underwear. She felt the cane bang against the inside of her thighs, and knew the warden wanted her to "spread'em."

    She was mortified that the old warden would do this, but she moved her feet apart, knowing she was powerless to stop him. She also knew that he was now looking at her exposed pussy from behind.

    She suddenly felt the warden's cane pressing on her back, pushing her forward. She reluctantly leaned over and put her elbows on the pool table and arched her back. Tear drops began splashing down onto the table's felt covering. This old guy had seen all she had...just because he could.

    The warden turned his attention to April, who after a quick inspection found herself by Jill's side, in the same bent over position. Jill noticed that April appeared to be just as mortified by the old man's actions as she was.

    Officer Lincoln came barging back into the room, gasping at the site before him.

    "I-it's, ah, like time for their search now," he stuttered.

    "As you can see, I already did that," the warden growled.

    "Yeah, beat it rookie," the hefty guard barked.

    Officer Lincoln turned and left the room, sputtering.

    The warden cleared his throat. "Well, ladies, it was a pleasure," He turned and left the room.

    The hefty guard moved over and slapped April's ass. "Ok, what are you two doing? This ain't Beavers Palace....Fix your clothing," the hefty guard teased, and then he added, "And follow me."

    Jill and April snapped up and adjusted their clothing, with perplextion, and then they followed the guard out of the room and down the hall to the visatation room.

    "Wow, was this our luck day," April said.

    Jill was hoping she was being sarcastic, as she was still a little shaken from the warden's cane assault and she didn't feel lucky at all as she thought, "I mean, how much humiliation can one woman take."

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    Jill ran over to her husband.

    (Jill's husband was surprised to see her at first. They didn't even tell him she was coming, but he was definitely more surprised by the way she was dressed and the way her hair and makeup was done.)

    "Wow, honey you look so...different," Jill's husband mumbled.

    "Oh, yeah. Do you like it?" Jill asked nervously, after the two had shared a long embrace.

    "Yeah, it's just, you know different," Bob managed, a little stunned at his wife's transformation. "And what's with the leather mini skirt?"

    "My new friend, April over there, has been helping me with my hair and makeup and other things," Jill said, looking over to April. She gasped....Her husband followed.

    They both noticed that April was already giving her husband oral sex.

    "That's your new friend!" Bob snapped. "My god!"

    "Ah-hah." Jill hummed, a little embarrassed.

    "Is she supposed to be doing that?" he whispered, not taking his eyes off April.

    Jill was really too nervous to answer. She just hugged him and tried to gather her strength. She looked down into his lap and noticed that his groin was stirring.

    "Honey, would you want me to do that to you?" Jill whispered into his ear.

    "What the fuck has gotten into you?" Bob fired back.

    "Please, don't be mad. It's just, I felt so bad leaving you excited last time, and I noticed that you were getting a little turned on, watching her do it," Jill said, as she stoked her husband's hair.

    "Well, it's just been so long," Bob moaned.

    "I know honey, that's why I'm making the offer. I would love to make love to you instead. I just don't know if they allow that in here," Jill said, while kissing Bob, and rubbing his crotch.

    "B-b-but.…" Bob stuttered, before being cut of by his wife's lips.

    "Trust me for once," she purred. "Plus, I can tell you're already hard."

    "Ok, but just use your hand, they have cameras."

    "Oh," Jill moaned, as April didn't tell her that.

    "Yeah, I don't want my wife on tape doing that."

    "Ok, I guess."

    Jill spent some time kissing her husband before moving down his body. She slid off her chair, and knelt by his side. She tried to hide under the table as much as possible. She pulled her husband's erect cock out of his prison pants and began to stroke it. Her husband adjusted her grip and Jill started snapping her wrist back and forth. Her husband didn't last long. He groaned out and cum began oozing from the head of his cock. Jill scrunched her face, as the back of her hand was covered in cum. She used some paper towels that were on the table to clean off her hand and the front of her husband's prison pants.

    Jill talked to her husband for a while, and then the guard led their husbands away, and Jill and April cleaned up in the women's rest room.

    They giggled away like two schoolgirls as Jill told her story to April.

    "He only wanted a hand job, after all that practice!" April teased. Jill could only blush.

    When they were leaving the rest room the guard that wanted to search them earlier stopped them.

    "Hey, you aren't leaving yet. I enjoyed your little show, girl, but really, hiding under the table. Come into the break room and show me what you really wanted to do," he said, grabbing Jill by the arm.

    "Hey asshole, you're hurting me!" Jill cried out.

    "Yeah, back off…she's with me," April barked, as she freed Jill from the guard's grasp.

    "Yeah, well, Sergeant Adams ain't here to protect your sweet ass, so you can get in there too, you whore," the guard barked, as he blocked their path.

    "You'll get out of our way, rookie, if you know what's good for yah!" April shouted, and the two women stared the guard down.

    A voice boomed off the hall walls. "Hey Lincoln, is there a problem here?"

    The two girls saw the young deputy from their last visit, standing at the end of the hallway.

    "No, no problem…just having a little fun with the ladies," the guard said with a curse.

    "Right…girls come here," Duffy ordered.

    April gave the angry guard the finger, and then grabbed Jill's wrist and they scampered down the hall. As they chatted, Deputy Duffy walked the women out into the parking lot. They were glad that he had showed up when he did. Lucky, he had to drop off a convict that he caught leaving his work release detail. They stopped by his cruiser and April gave the young deputy her phone number and address. She kissed his cheek and then grabbed Jill and made for her truck.

    "What was that all about April?" Jill asked along the way.

    "C'mon Jill..., haven't you learned that in there no good deed goes un-rewarded."

    Jill didn't even have time to think about that, noticing Red leaning against April's truck, and she was talking to one of the teenaged boys that they had teased earlier.

    "W-what's she up to?" Jill mumbled. April shrugged her shoulder and they made their way over to the truck.

    "Hey, what did you do to her?" April barked, noticing that Red was weeping.

    "P-please April, h-he didn't do anything," Red mumbled, trying to regain her composer. The young man seemed to panic. He ran off and hopped into a beat up sports car that quickled sped off.

    April tried to dry Red's tears. "Red, what the fucks going on?"

    "Please, let's just go. I'll tell you on the way home," she moaned, and they all climbed into the truck.

    On the ride home, Red began explaining. "The young man was waiting for us at the door, and well, I was the first one out, although, I'm not sure what happened to Candy, but her bike was gone.

    "Anyways, I asked him what he wanted, and well at first he thought we were all like strippers or more. I wasn't real surprised since the show we put on for them, but then he got all serious, and he had a hard time talking to me. He was even chocking up and all, so I knew it must have been serious."

    "Red, get to the point," April shouted.

    "Ok, he told me about his cousin, he was the skinny one with the dimples, and the ball hat. Well, he said he has this rare cancer, and the doctors' said that there wasn't much they could do for him."

    "Aw, that's terrible, but why did he want to tell us?" April asked, and Jill was thinking the same thing.

    "Well, ok, but don't laugh. Well tonight is his 19th birthday party and he wanted to know if we would come."

    "Really, cake and ice cream with mom and dad!" April said with a laugh.

    "I told you not to laugh. I was getting to it. He wanted to know if we would come and you know 'strip' for his cousin at the party?"

    "I hope you told him that we weren't strippers!" Jill gushed.

    "I did, and that's where the 'more' thing comes into effect. He said that while his cousin didn't really fear dying, well, he just didn't want to die a virgin," Red said, while bracing herself.

    The truck quickly erupted in a chorus of skepticism and criticism from the other women. Red had a feeling it was coming.

    "Let me finish!" Red screamed. "He said that they talked a girl they knew from school into doing it, but she backed out when her boyfriend found out. He said that the guy's older sister was even willing to do it, but they were trying to do anything to avoid that, for obvious reasons. He even showed me $247.00 that they raised to pay for that girl."

    "Red, tell me you didn't take it?" April barked. "Tell me you didn't."

    "Well, yeah," Red said, showing them the money, which was followed by more yelling from the women, which lasted until they finally got back to April's cabin.

    "I have to make a phone call. This sounds like the biggest BS story. I know someone who works at the hospital. Give me that!" April said, as she grabbed the paper away from Red that contained the name and address of where the party was being held.

    April made several phone calls, while Red and Jill nervously paced in the living room. Finally, April came into the living room, her eyes welled up.

    "I guess his story about his cousin checks out. Their parents have racked up a large hospital bill. My friend at the hospital even gave me the doctor's number, and when I finally got him, I said I was a relative, and he said that it was very rare and even though they were going to try, he just didn't…." April burst into tears and ran into her bathroom.

    Jill was shocked to see April so emotional.

    "Jill, I guess there is one thing you should know about April, now," Red whispered, and Jill looked up with dripping eyes. "April, lost both of her parents to cancer when she was younger."

    That was the last straw for Jill, and she also broke down.

    For the next couple of hours Red tried to comfort the women, although, April had locked herself in the bathroom, and Jill would just bat her away.

    Finally, the bathroom door swung open and April marched into the living room. "What are you two doing? Let's get ready, we have a birthday party to attend, and some stripping to do."

    Jill, with a shocked face, looked up at April.

    "What? Hey, if you don't want to go, there's the fucking door. Just don't ever fucking come back," April barked, before she marched into her bedroom. She quickly stuck her head back out, "Oh, and if one strips, we all strip."

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