"The Prison Secretary" by John C., Chapter 3/3

The Prison Secretary Ch. 03

Later that week inmate Sean Anderson entered the darkened washroom of the jail/barracks; lights-out had been one hour before. He still was quite uncomfortable with the fact that the toilets in the barracks had no stalls for privacy. The inmates did their business out in the open while other inmates walked by from the showers or the sinks. Just as inmates would often masturbate in the showers, Sean would often see the men openly masturbating while sitting on the toilets. He had not entered the washroom to urinate as he had already answered the call of nature earlier that evening. He had waited until lights-out so that he could sit on one of the toilets and have some privacy with his thoughts and his erection. He wanted to have some solitude so he could lose himself in a few moments of lustful fantasies as he had done every night in which he was able. He would then stroke and beat-off until he would have to clean himself off.

It had been several days since the first time Sean had masturbated in the barracks. His dick had stood tall and proud, saluting the beauty of Angela Prescott. The session had been rudely and painfully interrupted when reveille had been called. The rest of that day he had suffered from the worst case of blue balls that he had ever before experienced. It wasn't until late that night when he had finally been allowed the time to relieve himself in the bathroom. He had been in the facility for one full week. It had already seemed like much longer as this program was proving much more difficult than he had anticipated; not just because of the extremely rigorous schedule, but because the harassment from T-bone was becoming much worse.

He sat on the toilet and began yet again to fantasize about Angela. He instantly whipped out his dick and began jerking-off. He couldn't understand the effect that she seemed to have upon him. He had slept with many other women before; some of them truly gorgeous. However Angela had blossomed into his ideal version of a woman, the kind that he had thought of ever since his very first wet dream. Since the receiving room experience he had seen her only once and what a site for sore eyes she had been. Even though the second encounter with her had been even more humiliating than the first.

Where was she now, he thought to himself. While he was forced to go to sleep at 9PM on a Friday night and was caged like an animal; whacking off at the very thought of her, she was outside the prison walls, enjoying herself and freely doing whatever she pleased. The women in the offices had achieved celebrity-like status among the inmates and Angela was easily talked about the most. He was disgusted when he actually saw T-bone and some othe inmates jerking-off on the toilets for all to see while crudely commenting on Angela as well as other women. Earlier in the day some of the inmates had claimed that they had seen her wearing a tight halter top and a very short skirt. He didn't know if he believed them, but it was this thought that was currently driving his present whack-off session. All of the men wanted to fuck her, but none more than himself.


***


Angela Prescott at that moment was enjoying her freedom and a lovely Friday night with her boyfriend. David Summers was a first year law student and had taken her to an outdoor concert at the local park. He was a white male; tall, strong and very handsome. They cuddled together on a blanket as they listened to a rendition of Revel’s Bolero. Angela had been asking David many questions about law school as that was to be her next goal. She however had not elaborated to him about her summer job and the very interesting week that she had just experienced. They kissed and hugged and as the concert ended Angela spoke the words that sent David's mind wandering.

"My parents are in Cozumel until the 15th. Forget about a hotel, we have the house entirely to ourselves," she said.

The two of them had already enjoyed the pleasures of each others bodies. However David seemed to notice that each time they had sex Angela seemed more and more aggressive and kinky. He already had deep feelings for her, but on top of that she was now becoming the best sexual partner he had ever had and certainly the most beautiful. Upon hearing of her parent's absence his mind drifted from the concert and he began to think of the long blissful night they would have together. After a few more musical numbers his thoughts were to get her home as quickly as possible.

As they drove home David was passing glances at Angela's healthy and shapely thighs as she sat in the passenger seat. She had worn a white halter top that tightly wrapped her upper body causing her cleavage to swell perfectly. The top left her midriff bared where she displayed her silver belly chain. She wore a very short grey skirt that showed off her shapely, slightly tanned legs. Angela moved her hand over to David's thigh and began to stroke his leg. She could tell that he was becoming erect in his jeans while he was driving as he stepped on the accelerator in order to make haste to their destination. She moved her hand up and down his leg just short of his crotch as she began to think to herself about the terrible sexual burdens that men constantly must carry around. These burdens can make them act so illogically. How embarrassing it must be for them at times. It certainly must have been embarrassing for those inmates on Wednesday she reflected.


***


It had been another reception procedure. She was already familiar with the routine as she basically had to be present to confirm any information that was collected first person from the inmates and arrange the files as they were brought in. This time the bus brought in 15 men, however she was no longer quite as shy about the fact that they would have to line themselves up on the orange line and strip themselves nude right in front of the table that she sat at. She worked on the forms in the various folders as Sonia and the rest of the instructors screamed at the inmates with a multitude of profanities. As was the case before, the men regarded her with awe as they stood before her. When it became time for the inmates to strip, Angela innocently crossed her legs causing a considerable portion of her thigh to become visible through a slit in her skirt; the same thighs that David was staring at out of the corner of his eye at that very moment with his heavy foot on the accelerator.

As the men couldn't look upon her without being dropped to the floor, she once again discreetly looked upon and appraised them with her peripheral vision. She was becoming like a doctor or a nurse when it became to male nudity; though the more endowed men still brought some excitement to her. One of the inmates, a young man of 18 was staring at her intensely as the slit of her skirt exposed halfway up her thigh. She was aware of his gaze and noticed that his organ was beginning to twitch. Outwardly she was professional and kept working on the forms; inwardly she deemed that it was now time to have a bit of fun. She tossed her head back slightly allowing her long hair to move to the side. Then as she paused to look at a folder she placed her finger quickly into her mouth as if to suggest that she had received a paper cut. The inmate reacted naturally and began to nervously swell uncontrollably in front of her. Sonia was shouting at one of the nude inmates when she requested his folder. Angela got up and walked over to Sonia right within the grasp of five naked men as they stood at attention on the orange line. She smiled cordially to Sonia and handed her the folder. She was now almost completely comfortable in the receiving room.

She then sat down again crossing her legs allowing the slit of her skirt to again show her healthy thighs. She paused as she looked at the forms and put the end of the pen in her mouth. She noticed that her presence had caused three of the other inmates to become erect as well. The instructors didn't pay any attention to when the inmates were aroused but kept shouting at them in high volume. Angela looked up and noticed that the 18 year old was staring directly at her; she met his eyes for an instant. Her beautiful gaze immediately sent his cock slapping up against his stomach. At that moment an instructor began shouting at him to keep his eyes forward. The inmate seemed scared and insecure and began to make face contortions. Angela watched as tears began to fall from his eyes as the instructor continued shouting at him before dropping him to the floor for pushups. His streaming tears made her smile inwardly; not because she found it amusing that he was so miserable or homesick, but only because Sonia had told her that the inmates who cry are usually the ones that never return to the system again. This 18 year old that was now doing pushups would more than likely lead a normal life after this awful experience.

Many of the men had been aroused that day in the receiving room. Angela knew many little tricks that would excite men; tricks that wouldn't seem blatantly out of the ordinary for a secretary to do. Later that same day she had bumped into Sonia in the hallway.

"Well done Angela,” Sonia smirked.

"What do you mean?" Angela responded.

"You know EXACTLY what I mean." She said.

"Well you too." Angela whispered.

Sonia placed her hand on her chest and looked to Angela as if bewildered. They both laughed as they went their separate ways to resume their business.


***


David had pulled into the driveway of Angela's house in her upper middle-class neighborhood. They both entered the house together but she made sure she took her time with pretty much everything as he lustfully stared at the body that he would soon begin fornicating with in the privacy of her bedroom. David insisted upon taking a shower first as Angela waited in her bedroom. She had something special in store for him before their night of passionate and delicious sin was to begin. While she waited she contemplated what had occurred when she had left the facility that afternoon.


***


Since it was a Friday, she had planned to drive straight from the facility to David's house so she had brought along her evening clothes with her in a duffle bag. She had planned to go to the ladies room and change out of her work clothes as soon as her shift had ended. She knew that her halter top which revealed some deep cleavage and her midriff was totally unacceptable attire for the facility. But she knew that this late in the afternoon she could walk from the office to the main gate without coming into visual contact with any of the inmates. She had said her weekend goodbyes to Keisha, the C.O. and the other office girls and proceeded to walk into the long corridor that led to the main gate.

As she turned a corner down a second corridor she was shocked to see that there were three inmates mopping the floor under the supervision of one of the male instructors who stood at the far end of the hall. "What the hell are they doing here this late?" she thought to herself. The inmates immediately intensely gazed upon her; she truly looked stunning with her white top contrasting with the glow of her skin perfectly, her heaving breasts easily noticeable. She thought about doubling back but this was the quickest way out of the facility and she was already late. The floor was usually already mopped by this time, they were not supposed to be there. She began walking; she passed the first inmate who made no attempt to hide his glare as he mopped the floor. Her shapely legs were heavenly and her tits seemed to be bursting from the tight white halter top. She then passed the second inmate who she knew was the infamous Clarence King, A.K.A... "T-bone". He was already infamous in the facility and had achieved excessive demerits. The office women were already betting on how soon he would be kicked out of the program and be sent to the penitentiary. Angela kept her eyes straight ahead as she walked down the hall. T-bone smiled and stared right at her.

"Permission to speak Ma'am,” he had said. She had awkwardly stopped in front of him not knowing what to do. This huge, muscled and older gang member was towering over her and asking permission to express himself. The male instructor at the other end of the hall began quickly walking towards the two of them.

Angela awkwardly responded, "Do you need something?"

"Yes ma'am, I do" T-bone said holding a ferocious stare that Angela found very intimidating, "You just look very nice today ma'am."

Angela responded with the standard ladylike response common to all girls who were hit-on by men they wanted nothing to do with. "Thank you, that's very sweet." She quickly resumed walking.

At that moment the instructor's voice echoed throughout the hall. "DROP, DROP!!" Instantly all three men dropped their mops and began doing pushups on the floor. Another instructor had entered and began cursing at the inmates. Angela kept walking past the third inmate who was already toiling on the floor. She left the corridor and walked past two jailers who flirted with her before unlocking the door and then the gate that led to the parking lot of the facility.

The parking lot was adjacent to the exercise yard and at that very moment a platoon of men came running by in formation chanting cadence. Almost all of them turned their heads to look upon Angela; each would create a separate fantasy in his mind as to how they would ravage her body. She was relieved by the time she had arrived at her car. Never again would she change to her casual attire inside the jail. She realized that as much as she enjoyed some of the attention that she received; a stare from an inmate who looked as if he would rape her if he had the chance was sickening to her. She quickly discarded these fearful thoughts as she started her car. She was quite safe as these men were caged and manacled while she was quite free and ready to enjoy her weekend.


***


It wasn't long before David and Angela were kissing on her bed. He had dried himself off and entered her bedroom completely naked. She still wore her outfit but had discarded her shoes. She had briefly appraised his muscled body and well formed organ before gesturing him over to her bed with her finger. As he joined her she began to stroke his muscles while kissing him passionately. He began to paw at her and move his hands up her thighs and across her top. She shuddered with excitement as he stroked the perfect globes of her breasts through the top that she wore.

"You wanna fuck me, huh, you wanna fuck me?" she said as she gasped from his embrace.

"I wanna fuck you baby, bad!" he said panting.

She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him to his back on the bed. She quickly straddled his body and began to lick at his chiseled stomach and at his nipples. He kept trying to reach to remove her garments but she prevented him and raised his arms over his head. While she continued kissing him she reached over to her side drawer and retrieved some handcuffs.

"You're under arrest." she said smiling as she dangled them from her finger. She moved his bulging arms against the bars of the headboard. He did not resist at all.

"I'd prefer you served me with a writ of habeas corpus," he replied. She had never cuffed him before but she was becoming more and more kinky each time they fucked and he would allow her to do as she pleased. In a moment she had cuffed his hands over his head to the bed and he lay naked with an impressively raging hard-on.

"Come on baby, lick it, suck it, like last time." He whispered. But she withdrew from him and walked away. She took the key for the cuffs and looped it onto a necklace on her dresser. She then began to undress herself from across the room. She unfastened her halter top and tossed it to the side. David's face was wild as he watched her healthy breasts bounce forward in her white lace bra. She kept her belly chain on her body but removed her skirt from about her hips revealing her matching white lace thong panties. All of this she did very slowly allowing him time to enjoy, savor and simmer. She turned off the lamp in the room but left a small nightlight on which gave the room a shadowy, soft, candlelit illumination.

She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra allowing her breasts to bounce forward. David moved in the cuffs, he desperately wanted to begin stroking the soft firm tits that thrust forth naked in the open air and lick her generously sized pink nipples. She then placed the necklace with the handcuff key around her neck, it dangled against the softness of her bosom as she walked towards him. She kneeled on the floor at the side of the bed so that her breasts heaved against the edge of the mattress near the right side of his pelvis as he lay in bondage. With her long nails she began to stroke along his upper thighs keeping her eyes directly on his cock. She trailed her fingers all around it but never touched it at all. He began to struggle against the cuffs.

"C'mon Angela, suck it, lick it!" he said.

She looked to him and smiled. She bent her head down towards his dick and puckered her full lips but then withdrew and instead just blew him a kiss.

"C'mon Angela," he exclaimed impatiently.

"No," she said calmly.

"Why not?" He replied desperately.

"Sweety, your dick is indeed quite impressive, but I've seen you better than this. I want an enthusiastic erection, not just a normal one" she said as she continued to trail her fingers along his thighs while smiling and occasionally looking at him. "I want you throbbing, with your veins protruding."

She pulled her thong straps up so they looped over her hips and departed from him as he lurched in the cuffs; groaning as her touch left him. She walked over to her bookshelf as he watched her shapely ass move. After retrieving her copy of "Lady Chatterley’s Lover" she returned to him. She again kneeled to the side of the bed where she had been before. She placed the book against the right side of his hip and began to read a salacious portion that she had earlier marked. She still continued to stroke his thigh and pelvis with her long nails as she read about the passion of Constance Chatterley, again avoiding touching his member. While reading she would occasionally lick her lips slowly and sensuously. She wanted to experiment with David to make him as desperate as the inmates that she saw everyday. To experience what it would be like to be ravaged by a man who was truly dying of longing for a female.

"Angela please, I'm hard enough," he said.

She smiled at hearing him begin to beg. She put her finger into her mouth and released it with a suck and put it on his lips. "Please be patient David, it may be sometime yet."

David didn't know what to say. He was becoming frustrated yet he wasn't about to get angry at her, he definitely needed to have sex with her and soon. She resumed her reading, as she talked of passionate lovemaking and burning caresses she looked into David's eyes and saw his desperate need which reminded her of what had happened that past Tuesday.


***


She had been eating lunch in the small cafeteria that was for the staff. Keisha and Tiffany were seated with her as they ate their meals while they chattered about clothes, gardening and other various topics. Through the window of the cafeteria Angela could see that three inmates were seated in front of the drug counselor’s office. Due to the way the hallway was positioned they could just make her out through the cafeteria window but could not see the other two girls. Angela pretended to pay them no mind even though one of them was clearly staring at her.

As Tiffany and Keisha chatted away, Angela pulled out the banana from her lunch bag. It was larger than the average banana and she knew she would more than likely not finish it. She held it in her hand close to her mouth. She quickly glanced from the corner of her eyes and saw that all three of the inmates were now looking at her with complete attention. She slowly peeled the banana while still holding it close to her mouth. Keisha and Tiffany were too deep into their own conversation to take notice of her. She took the banana into her mouth, sucking in her cheeks as she did so. She pulled her mouth off the banana and slowly chewed. After which she took a sip of her beverage and wiped the residue from her lips before putting the banana in her mouth again and taking a long slow bite. From the corner of her vision she saw that there were actually five inmates. Two were now leaning over to get a better view as she pretended not to notice them. She slowly continued eating the banana for their entertainment making it last for several minutes before an instructor arrived to retrieve the five inmates to march them outside for another round of calisthenics in the sweltering heat.


***


For five to ten minutes she read to David who was becoming increasingly impatient as she continued caressing everything but his cock. At one point he thrust his hips upward causing her book to fall to the floor.

"Please don't do that again, or I may have to leave the room," she warned.

"No don't do that," he said now fully unable to control himself. "I couldn't stand it if you left me; you look so beautiful right now, PLEASE," Her lips were full and perfect and could massage his dick to eruption; her heavy breasts were pressed against the bed, the key that held him in bondage rested against her soft cleavage.

"Oh you are just so nice to me," she responded in a girlish way. She reached to grab his dick but just before she touched it she quickly withdrew her hand holding it away. He thrust his hips up again as the book fell to the floor.

"Oh no, I guess I have to leave you now," she said, mocking his desperation for her.

"NO, please don't, please take me in your mouth now!" he said pleading.

"I'm so very sorry, but I'm afraid it isn't throbbing the way I enjoy it, I think it may need to cook a bit longer, Don't you?" He groaned in response his arms bulging in the cuffs. She crawled over to the end of the bed, to his toes. She looked at him and began to lick his big toe. He immediately felt the sensation of her tongue as it tickled his foot. She kept her eyes on him the entire time as she licked his toes with just the tip of her tongue, reaching up and massaging his upper thighs as she continued. She took his toe entirely into her mouth and he shuddered as he felt her tongue circle around the tip of it. She released his toe with a sucking sound and crawled back over to her book. His dick was raging with veins popping along the sides. She brought her face close to inspect it and again began massaging around it without actually touching it. She stroked his hips and looked towards her book again.

"Let me share with you another chapter," she said as David groaned miserably in desperation and desire.

His cock was now as hard as Sean's had become during the surprise shakedown earlier in the week.


***


Surprise shakedowns were quite common at all correctional facilities as inmates would often smuggle in drugs and weapons. Ironically it was most often the guards that allowed such smuggling to occur. This was her first time witnessing a shakedown and her first time in the actual barracks of the inmates. She had to accompany the C.O. and all the instructors with a clipboard as they did a thorough search of each section. Needless to say there was the usual cursing, pushups and nudity that she had become used to.

Each inmate had to strip naked, stand himself at attention at the end of his bunk. One officer would inspect the inmate thoroughly using rubber gloves, while the other officer would plow through the inmate’s belongings. Each bay took a total of 30 minutes to fully inspect and there were six bays in all. The men would have to remain nude until their area had been completely searched. Angela stood fully dressed within the grasp of the naked, embarrassed and sometimes erect inmates. She had the name of each man on her clipboard and would check them off if they were searched and found to be clean, or if they were in possession of contraband.

A canine unit was actually brought in to sniff for drugs at one point. She was surprised to find that they had found a bag of cannabis in one of the inmate’s footlockers. The instructor immediately handcuffed the inmate and told Angela to put a red check mark by his name in the clipboard to which she complied. A red check mark essentially meant that this inmate would immediately be sent to the penitentiary. He had committed a serious infraction from which there were no second chances or reprimands. As she uncapped her red pen and stroked the mark next to the inmates name a feeling of sadness engulfed her. This man had a chance and failed to embrace it and now he would do hard time. He was led away in cuffs by two of the guards.

For what seemed like an interminable time she walked past each inmate as they were thoroughly searched. She had never seen so much male anatomy in her life. She moved along walking past each man standing at attention as she read off the names of the searched individuals one by one. She eventually read the name of inmate Anderson, Sean R. A male instructor began searching through Sean's foot locker and going through his mattress. Sean stood naked and at attention. He looked directly at Angela who had read his name off the clipboard. She was dressed conservatively but her skirt and blouse wrapped so tightly about her that he was mesmerized all over again. He had been quite popular in high school and he knew that she must have remembered his name by now.

Angela stood within a few feet of Sean as he struggled to keep his dick from swelling right in front of her; he was failing. The more he tried to stop it from happening the worse it seemed to become. Guards and instructors were all over the barracks searching the various inmates, screaming and cursing. Angela looked about the shambles of the bay and then turned back towards Sean who now was presenting a massive hard-on. She instantly looked towards her clipboard. Sean turned beet red, he was naked and erect right in front of her; he wondered if this could become any more humiliating. Unfortunately for him, the answer was yes. Sonia approached him as she snapped on her rubber gloves and ordered Sean to turn around and bend over. He was devastated but he immediately complied.

For what seemed an agonizingly endless time Sean bent over with his backside spread in front of his dream girl, the girl he desired more intensely than any he had ever seen as this female instructor inspected him. How could he even face her again after this. But he would have to face her as after Sonia finished the examination she ordered him to turn about and stand to attention once again.

"Cavity search negative," Sonia told Angela as she marked it on the clipboard.

"Your middle initial is 'R' correct?" asked Angela quietly and civilly. Suddenly, T-bone who was standing at attention at the very next bunk interjected.

"You can jus call him peckerhead like the res of us ma'am," he remarked loudly as a few of the inmates snickered. Sonia immediately ordered T-bone to the floor to begin toiling. Sean turned a deeper shade of red in embarassment at having his unflattering pseudonym publicly declared in front of Angela.

"Yes, R is my middle initial" replied Sean angrily as he stood rigid. Immediately the male instructor who had been searching his footlocker was in his face.

"It's yes MA'AM, FUCKHEAD," he shouted.

Sean paused before responding as told. "YES MA'AM!"

As the male instructor finished tearing through Sean's locker, Angela's eyes met Sean's. It was only for few moments but the exchange was definite. A naked and erect, blushing and imprisoned Sean Anderson regarded the fully dressed, beautiful and free Angela Prescott. He now knew that she recognized him and probably had from the very first time in the reception room as well. Angela looked to Sean and suddenly all the insults and cruelty that he had subjected her to came to her mind.

He had been very mean to her but now the tables had turned. As much as she tried to stop herself she couldn't resist giving him a triumphant smirk that he more than recognized. He stood before her utterly defeated; he knew that she was more than aware that he was lusting for her. With that terrible but beautiful smile she was mocking him in his incarceration and loneliness. She had him right where she wanted him and there wasn't a thing he could do about it other than stand before her helplessly nude and at attention with his throbbing hard-on betraying how much he desired her while she gloated in victory.

"Property search negative," the instructor shouted to Angela, who quickly checked off Sean's name indicating that he had completed the search successfully. "However I noticed his bunk was made up very sloppily before I tore it up, SO DROP!”

Sean immediately dropped to the ground at Angela's feet to yet again perform pushups in the nude. He watched her high heeled shoes walk barely a foot in front of his face as Angela moved to the next inmate.


***


"Alright Angela, PLEASE LET ME LOOSE!" exclaimed David.

She had been reading for an additional ten minutes while she stroked his body and licked her lips. She finally tossed the book aside and put her face right up to his engorged cock.

"It hurts, my cock hurts, please Angela It's SO READY FOR YOU!" he begged.

"Oh dear," she whispered. "You poor thing, it's causing you pain, perhaps I can cool it off a bit." She brought her mouth within an inch of the base of his dick, puckered her full lips and began to blow air along the shaft. David once again tried to thrust his hips upward hoping to have his cock touch her lips.

"Ah, ah ah....remember what I said," She reminded him as she resumed blowing air onto his fully swollen member. She began whispering to him as she paused from her gentle blowing. "I'm hoping this cools the poor thing off, it is so huge and it throbs just the way I like it, it's so beautiful. Oh David, there's nothing that I would like more than to wrap my lips around your big hard cock." She placed her hand barely an inch away from his member and ran her fingers up and down along his shaft without touching.

"PLEASE ANGELA, I BEG YOU," he shouted.

With that, she took his dick into her hand. He immediately jerked his body as if he had been electrocuted. She began to lick the shaft from the base to its tip with her tongue as he groaned loudly. At first she used just the very tip of it but then used more of her tongue as if she was licking a popsicle. His arms pulled at the cuffs. She kissed the head of his dick and took it into her mouth while massaging his inner thighs with her hands. His face was wild with pleasure as she suddenly withdrew.

"NO!" he shouted.

She contemplated reading to him some more, or caressing him and making him grovel for her yet again, but she couldn't. She already had her fun and it was now time to bring pleasure to her man and quench his raging desires. She took his cock fully into her mouth and began to suck. He gasped as she did this feeling the warmth of her mouth and her tongue. She continued massaging his thighs as she sucked and licked. She then moved her fingers to his balls and began to gently squeeze them, caressing away the pain that he had been experiencing. He looked to her, the feeling of her sucking him was incredible as she knew just how to do it; the view of her pretty face, her full lips wrapped around him, her hair draped over his pelvis, her tits pushing against his side and her hands tickling his balls were too much. He was so pent up with lust that it wasn't long before he cried out and erupted, his load shooting into her mouth which she happily swallowed.

She continued to suck him off and squeeze and caress his balls until long after he was empty. When he was no longer hard, she wiped her mouth and straddled him, putting her breasts in his face as she unlocked him from his torment. His bulging arms immediately wrapped around her soft body to keep her from escaping.

"Do you forgive me?" she said very innocently.

"I forgive you baby, come here." he said as he cuddled her to his strong sweaty chest. He needed time to refill but soon he would pleasure her in a multitude of positions.

They lay together for a time when Angela yet again began to think about what had occurred that week. She thought about her intentional teasing of the inmates, about how she unfairly gloated in front of Sean and how she tortured poor David.

"David, would you do something for me?" She said.

"Anything Mrs. Chatterley." he mused.

"I've been rather naughty, you have no idea; I want you to take me over your knee and punish me," she said.

"What?" he responded, surprised by the level of kinkiness she was requesting.

"You haven't heard how I've been misbehaving at my job. I need to be punished. I want you to take me over your knee and spank my ass until its red." She whispered.

Almost before she had finished speaking he was already getting up. He got into a seated position as she crawled over his knee. He pulled her thong underwear down over her rear and then down to her knees. Her round, wide but firm ghetto ass was exposed for him to discipline. He wasted no time as he began to spank her; first one cheek then the other as he alternated. He did it just hard enough so that it would sting only slightly though the slap echoed through the room. She moaned like a whore as he felt her pussy getting wet along his lap. She arched her back and raised her ass into the air, eager for his correction. As she continued to moan he pulled her long hair with his other hand, keeping her still.

The spanking was exciting her greatly. She knew she had been naughty and unkind all week and that the inmates were jerking-off to her likeness. She had mocked Sean in his imprisonment and had enjoyed doing so. But this was not the way for her to behave, and now she was paying for it. As David continued striking her, she looked up towards her shelf. Three of her stuffed animals that she had kept from childhood seemed as if they were staring at her in shock. She was no longer the sweet, innocent, little girl that had once cuddled with them. She was now a voluptuous, intelligent, sexual woman being corrected by a stronger male. She had just sucked his cock and swallowed his cum eagerly and he was now spanking her ass as she repeatedly raised it towards him.

"Fuck, shit, fuck." she began to moan and pant as he slapped her cheeks...."oooooh FUCK!" David was surprised by her speech as she was not usually given to foul language. "Okay, that's enough," she said. Her ass was slightly red and properly sore. She crawled off of him and fell to the floor and knelt naked before him. She placed her two hands together just under her chin. "Once you have refilled, I beg you to make passionate love to me all night David."

He gently took her hand in his and raised her from the floor. He wrapped his strong arms around her body and kissed her gently. They would get very little sleep tonight and would probably sleep-in past noon.

"I love you Angela" said David. He felt very awkward making such an important declaration after he had just spanked her.

She paused before responding, ”Thank-you, that's so sweet" she said. She was a bit taken aback by his revelation. She had never had a boyfriend until just the last two years and she wasn't ready to open her heart as it had been spat upon so many times in the past by cruel people.

David was somewhat crushed by her rejection and non-response . He meant what he said. But for now he would let the matter go and leave it for later. He was still a man and wasn't about to let his emotions interfere with a night of passionate sex.


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In the darkened barracks Sean had completed his nightly masturbation session. He returned to his bunk where earlier that week he had stripped, sprouted an erection and bent over in front of the girl he wanted more than any other. He asked himself again could this situation get any worse. Again the answer would prove to be yes. As he approached his bunk he noticed T-bone was seated on it. He rose from the bunk upon seeing Sean and approached him.

"Hey peckerhead, I think these are yours," he whispered as he handed Sean a pair of purple thong panties. Sean stared at them in shock as a couple of the inmates in the nearby bunks laughed. "Keep them hidden under your fuckin bunk till I tell you tell bring em out," he said softly as not to be heard by the outside guard. Sean wasn't prepared to fight with T-bone so he simply did as instructed while the other inmates chuckled. He put the panties under his mattress. T-bone smiled and crawled onto his bunk to go to sleep.

Sean's world seemed to be crashing down around him. There was no way he was going to be the platoon bitch and model underwear in front of the other inmates. But to refuse would mean he would have to fight T-bone; a person whom had knocked him to the ground with just one punch at the county jail, a man who could kill him. Sean lay in his bunk terrified. He had only two options, both would result in extreme agony whether emotional or physical. He cursed himself for getting arrested as tears began to swell in his eyes. How many times had he intentionally made other people cry, now here he was weeping like some little girl. He wept and thought of his lost freedom and yet again about the stunning woman that had defeated him and who was still haunting his mind terribly.

"The Prison Secretary" by John C., Chapter 2/3

The Prison Secretary ch. 02

The moonlight that had so beautifully illuminated Angela's soft, luscious curves through the laced curtained window of her bedroom was also beaming through the steel barred windows of the barracks. Inmate “Anderson Sean R.” was lying back upon his bunk wearing only white boxer shorts while having a very difficult time getting to sleep. As the hours ticked by and a storm began brewing outside, he had lost track of what time it was. He just knew that as tired as he was he didn't feel like sleeping. Even though he had heard that the boot camp would be a more controlled environment than a regular penitentiary and that sexual assaults weren't as frequent, somehow, that thought didn't seem to give him much comfort.

Lights out had been at 9:00 PM which seemed way too early to go to sleep. He wasn't used to it. If only he hadn't sold that meth to the undercover cop he would be at this very moment partying with his friends and arrogantly cruising the city for drugs and girls. That life was all over now. He looked about the darkened barracks; the bunk beds arranged in neat rows. There were twenty on each side and a footlocker in the front and back of each bunk. The floor shined with a recently buffed and polished gleam. A door with a barred window was the only way in and out of the room. He could see a light just outside from the night supervisor/jailer.

Every part of his life from now on would be regulated. He would have absolutely no freedom or privacy. It was what the facility referred to as a "total control" program. He would have to ask permission even to speak and he would always have to address himself in the third person as "inmate Anderson." On top of that he would also have to address the staff of the facility as either “sir” or “ma'am.”

The inmate in the bunk next to his had been snoring annoyingly for some time and there was nothing he could do about it. He had already had a confrontation with that particular individual before at the county jail and he was not in a hurry for it to be repeated. He remembered how it had been late one night at the county jail. He had been in a cell with six other inmates where he had laid down on the floor trying to come to terms with the fact that he was caged and no longer free. He had been using a role of toilet paper as a pillow when it was suddenly kicked away from underneath his head.

"What the fuck is going on?" He had said, half asleep.

The inmate ignored him as he picked up the toilet paper role that he had kicked away. He was a well built young black male who's Christian name was Clarence but who went by the name "T-bone." He seemed to look like the quintessential gang member with his various tattoos. He was rumored to be a member of the Black Gangster Disciples and he had rarely spoken to anyone since he had entered the jail cell. Sean knew that he couldn't let the offense go as every one of his actions was being watched and judged by the other inmates as he was being assessed for his weaknesses.

"I said what the fuck are you doing!" He said louder. The inmate turned around and immediately got into Sean's face.

"I need this motherfucker so I can use the shitter, you got a problem with that ya little white BITCH!" He had yelled back.

Sean tried to stare him down but every part of his body was gripped with fear. He knew this guy could easily kill him. But there was simply no way he could back down. Not with the other inmates watching.

"Fuck you!" he had foolishly replied as he tried to grab the role of toilet paper from the man's hand.

Instantly Sean felt as if a semi truck had hit him in the face. Before he knew it he was laying on the floor in agony, his left eye blind. It hurt so badly he had wondered if he would even see out of it ever again. He immediately tried to get up but was punched yet again, this time in the mouth knocking loose one of his bottom teeth. Blood oozed from his lips and gums as he lay holding his face in pain.

"You done now you bitch!" T-bone had said. Sean didn't respond as he continued holding his face while grunting. "I said are you done now YOU PUSSY!"

"Yes," said Sean, defeated.

The inmate stepped on Sean as he walked over to use the toilet. Sean slept the rest of that night on the floor of the cell in pain, needless to say T-bone never returned the role of toilet paper. The very next day he got into yet another skirmish with another inmate. This inmate sensing Sean's weakness from the night before tried to test him. This time however he was prepared and beat him down. At least he had been able to save some face among his peers. The corrections officers had asked Sean about the bruises on his face but he knew better then to answer them truthfully or rat anyone out.

Sean couldn't deny that T-bone terrified him. He seemed as if he could murder someone and not think twice about it. He didn't seem like he was the type that belonged in a correctional boot camp facility. He was definitely a hardcore gang member, possibly even a gang leader. When T-bone had taken off his shirt earlier in the day he had noticed several healed puncture wounds on his chest. When another inmate had asked if he had been shot he had nodded no. Sean overheard T-bone describe his gang initiation ceremony which basically consisted of his fellow gang members beating the shit out of him.

"Yeah I was on the fuckin ground and they were punchin and stompin," T-Bone had said. "And one motherfucker decided to wear cleats that day. That's why my chest is all fucked up!"

And this was the inmate that was now sleeping in the very bunk next to Sean's as he would be for the next few months. Worse still was after T-Bone had kicked his ass, he then branded him with the pseudonym "peckerhead" from that point on. They had showered right before lights out and T-bone was mocking him in front of the other inmates stating how "peckerhead" would look good as their lingerie model for the next couple of months. Sean knew he would have to beat up some other inmates very soon, else become the platoon "bitch." He had always thought of himself as a tough rebel who hated authority. Growing up in his middleclass neighborhood simply hadn't prepared him to deal with real criminals. Many of his fellow bunkmates were young men who had to fight for everything they've ever had; even the smallest of things.

Sean lay in his bunk touching his face where his bruises were healing. His muscles in his arms and legs ached. They had formed platoons earlier that day and had rigorously worked out for hours, running and doing endless pushups and so forth. And they were promised it would be even tougher tomorrow. He ran his hand along his scalp and still was not used to feeling only the little bit of peach fuzz that they had left him with. What a humiliating experience that receiving room had been, he thought to himself. To have to strip down right in front of everyone, in front of women, in front of............her. No, he wouldn't think about her anymore. But it was no use, she began to flood his mind the same way that anything of true beauty would illuminate a miserable environment.

The instant he began reflecting upon her he felt his loins begin to surge. She looked SO GOOD, he thought, so much better than he had last remembered her. He couldn't even believe it was her. But there was no denying that she was none other than Angela Prescott; that same gawky girl that he and his buddies had made fun of from time to time. She had been a chubby girl with the thick glasses and a bad complexion, now here she was in her new thinner, more shapely, unblemished and unbifocaled glory.

She was the first attractive women he had seen in weeks. Her legs were so perfect and as loose as her blouse was her tits seemed to fill it perfectly. She was easily a D cup. She was perfectly hour glassed shaped; her ass filled out her skirt beautifully and made it a pleasure to watch her walk. Her face was so hot with her long sultry brown hair, mysterious eyes and those lips..."Oh god those lips!" he thought to himself. His dick immediately began to fill with blood as he imagined her sensuous lips wrapping around it and her tongue caressing it. He gripped his swelling organ in his hand.

The smell of her perfume still seemed to linger in his nose as he began discretely rubbing his cock as not to attract attention from the other inmates. He had to be careful as his bunk squeaked from the slightest movement. He couldn't believe it, he wouldn't have even given Angela the time of day in high school. Now here he was, his dick which was seven inches erect but feeling even bigger now, fully swelled with Angela Prescott's name written all over it.

Even worse was the fact that she possessed the very look that he most desired in women. She was his ideal lady with her voluptuous yet firm curves. Had he seen her on the street he would have immediately and arrogantly approached her and tried to retrieve a phone number. However here he couldn't even touch her, not even look upon her without being immediately confronted by guards who could break his neck with their bare hands. Here he would have to be very respectful to all the women on staff and refer to them as "ma'am." And even in the very remote chance that he would be in a situation where he could speak to her, he would first have to request her permission to even be allowed to speak at all. His fist slowly worked away as he rubbed his very stiff member as he looked from side to side to make sure he had some privacy. Of all the places to meet his perfect idea of a woman, why here? Why here behind barbed wire where his head had been shaved, where he couldn't even piss without asking permission and where he was powerless to do anything but drool and yearn for her while being called "peckerhead." He rubbed his cock faster, her face and body haunting him terribly.

He had stripped himself naked right in front of her, and it was only his fear and embarrassment that kept him from getting a massive hard-on right there for all to see. One quick savoring glance was all that was allowed to him before he had been ordered on the floor. How humiliating it had been to have to do pushups while stark naked and at her feet. He only prayed that she did not recognize him. He had wanted to crawl to her and feel her shapely thighs in his hands. He had so wanted to pin her down on the table and fuck her right there.

As he continued jerking-off, he thought of kissing her mouth, ripping open her skirt and blouse and burying his head into her perfect tits. He fantasized about her caressing his sore muscles and pressing her beautiful breasts onto his chest as they went at it. His cock was becoming so hard it was beginning to throb and hurt. He could imagine her licking him, taking him fully into her mouth. He began to stroke himself harder, his mattress squeaking loudly. He didn't care any longer, he had to have relief from the lust she had so effortlessly instilled in him. A few of the other guys had already whacked-off that night. He had heard the other inmates talking about her, making obscene remarks about the white secretary and also the female corrections officer. He wondered if they had masturbated while thinking of Angela. For some bizarre reason that thought made him very jealous.

He began to breathe harder as the volcano of desire for her began to build in his body. He hadn't even touched another woman for months. He wanted to gyrate his hips into her, then turn her over and do her doggy style, his pelvis slapping up against her ass. He could feel himself about to cum as he jerked-off furiously, his cock painfully erect. He was about to burst with longing for her, only a few strokes more and there would be long squirts of cum all over his stomach as he imagined her licking him. Suddenly the barrack's lights flickered on.

"GET UP!!" yelled an officer to the entire room. "Its 4:30AM get your motherfucking asses up!!"

Sean couldn't believe it; his hands immediately left his dick as it stood throbbing, dying to be released. He immediately got out of his bunk as the rest of inmates did. He faced the wall to get dressed, his loins aching violently as his cock slapped up against his chiseled stomach.

"It's raining out so grab your ponchos, we're going to start with a two mile run!" yelled the officer. There was a groan from the inmates. "Alright you bitches, lets make it a four mile run, " replied the officer. "Anyone have any problems with that!" Not a sound emitted from anyone. "I thought not, now hurry the fuck up!"

Sean tried to calm his raging desires. He desperately wanted to spill his seed and release his passion right there while standing but couldn't. His hips involuntarily jerked forward once as if he was trying to fuck open air. It would be a very long day of strenuous activity and now the pain he felt in his testicles would be yet another burden he would have to bear. She consumed his mind, he wanted her terribly. In the months ahead she would by her mere presence put him through a lustful emotional hell. He realized as he got dressed that with Angela nearby he would be punished and humiliated far worse than any judge or corrections officer ever had in mind. At that moment he wanted to beat himself bloody for getting himself arrested. He began to fully understand the true meaning of the words incarceration and punishment in a way he never had before.

"The Prison Secretary" by John C., Chapter 1/3

The Prison Secretary Ch. 01

I believe the setting of this story is fairly accurate. I based it on two online accounts I read regarding reception into this type of facility.


Angela had started her summer job only a couple of week's prior. She had just completed her sophomore year at the local University where she was majoring in criminal justice. Angela's career goal was to eventually go to law school and become an attorney. She was an extremely intelligent young woman of 21, who was also quite stunning looking. Her physical attraction was something that she had recently blossomed into. In high school, she had been slightly overweight and had worn thick glasses. She had always exuded the appearance of a "brainiac". However since starting college, following a year break after high school, she had lost a considerable amount of weight. Her complexion had also cleared up, she had gotten contact lenses and her body had fully bloomed into womanhood in an excitingly curvaceous way.

As a precursor to her goal, and through the influence of her older cousin, a police captain, she was able to obtain an administrative and clerical job working at a state run correctional facility for the summer. This wasn't simply a prison for young men it was actually a boot camp where men were sent by the courts as a last chance to turn their lives around in a positive direction and avoid a long jail sentence in an adult penitentiary. The facility was like a detention center only with strict military style discipline and rigorous training coordinated by men who seemed more like drill sergeants than corrections personnel.

Angela's supervisor was actually the C.O. of the officers and the chief administrator for the institution. He was a much older, yet very strong man in his 40's. He was very kind to her, and she would always be amazed at how he would suddenly transform into the drill sergeant's role and curse and shout at the inmates to the point that drove some of them almost to tears. When she was interviewed for the position she was surprised to learn that because of recent court decisions; Hayes vs. Marriott, Canedy vs. Boardman, Letcher vs. Turner, it was now common for female corrections officers as well as female administrative staff to sometimes be in the presence of naked male inmates. This initially took her aback a little, but at the same time because of her goal she was not about to turn down a summer job because she was a prude. As she was in an administrative position for the C.O. she would sometimes have to accompany him when he dealt with the inmates in various capacities.

Angela was surprised to find on her very first day of employment that there were several other female staff members of various titles within the institution, be it officers, instructors, drug counselors, administrators and secretaries. However men still filled three quarters of the positions at the facility. The inmates were all young men between the ages of 18 and 29. During the first two weeks as she worked at her PC in the air conditioned office she would sometimes look out her third floor window and see beyond the barbed wire, the young men being drilled; marching, doing pushups and running in the hot and humid weather. It was an afternoon on the Monday of her third week of work when the C.O. told her to follow him to the receiving room as eight new inmates would very soon be arriving from the county jail. This was part of her training; to witness every portion of the facilities operations. She brought along a clipboard and several folders that had each of the new inmates criminal records that they had received via fax. The receiving area was a large, drab room that had a table with three chairs. There was a door on each wall of the room and a glass window behind the table. The glass window was quite large and separated the receiving room from the hallway in the administrative building. She had walked down this hallway a few times before and had seen glances through this window of what takes place in this room, therefore she was a bit nervous.

Seated already at the table was a female corrections officer named Sonia. She had gotten to know Sonia very well the past two weeks and liked her immensely. Sonia was very attractive, intelligent, and feminine looking. Yet whenever she was around the inmates she would adopt a very cold and professional attitude that would appear quite intimidating. A few moments later the C.O. walked into the room accompanied by two more officers. The two officers were ex-military types and were absolutely huge men built like brick walls. Their uniforms looked more like drill sergeant's fatigues than a prison guard's. All the male corrections officers were very threatening looking yet Angela liked them as they were always very sweet and respectful to her. The C.O. instructed Angela to take a seat at the table next to Sonia. Diagonally from the table, on the concrete floor in the center of the room was painted a long orange line, where the inmates would eventually line up once they had entered.

"The bus has arrived," said the C.O.

Sonia began to open the folders that Angela had brought along. Sonia explained to Angela the simplicity of what information was to be entered into each file.

The C.O. approached Angela. "You will hear some very abusive and obscene language from the officers, it's part of the overall program and hopefully you will not be offended."
Angela didn't know whether she should appreciate his disclaimer or feel belittled by it. However she knew he meant well. Besides she was more worried about what she was about to witness rather than hear.

Suddenly the two doors on the other end of the room opened. The room became brighter as these doors led outside and it was a sunny day. Angela could hear the sound of a diesel engine idling outside and she knew this was the bus which had brought in the latest candidates for reform. Both officers walked outside. Moments later, she immediately began hearing them shouting at the inmates.

"STAND IN LINE, HURRY UP, MOVE IT!!" shouted the officers repeatedly.

After a minute or so, one of the officers walked back into the room followed by the eight inmates who marched in a perfect straight line behind him. The other officer walked behind the inmates shouting at them to move quicker. Once the last officer had reentered the building he slammed the outside doors shut so hard it almost made Angela jump in her seat. The inmates all wore the bright orange prison uniforms provided by the county jail. They each wore handcuffs and their ankles were chained.

"LINE UP AT THAT LINE MOVE IT!! YOU'RE NOT AT HOME ANYMORE HURRY UP, KEEP YOUR GOD DAMN EYES FORWARD NOWHERE ELSE!" yelled the officer.

Angela had a list of what the procedure was for the indoctrination and reception of the new inmates in front of her. She had read it earlier and knew that she was in for quite a sight. Basically she had very little to do except observe, though she was free to look at each one of the folders for each inmate. She was sad to see that out of the eight men, three were African Americans, three were Hispanic and only two were Caucasian. She disliked seeing such a disproportional number of minorities in the system. Even though she knew they had more than likely committed serious crimes, she was also aware of sociology and the flagrant racism that existed within the criminal justice system. She herself came from an upper-middle class suburb and always felt lucky and privileged. The officers still continued their rancorous oaths while they removed the handcuffs and ankle chains from the inmates. Some of the men were very intimidated by these large and well-muscled officers that were now right in their face screaming insults and hurrying them along in constant impatience. Whenever they would look anywhere except forward one of the officers would immediately start shouting, especially if they dared try to look upon Sonia or Angela. However Angela was free to look directly at them.

One of the men barely looked 18 years old. None of them looked much older than 22. Angela stared at the last young man in the line. He was Caucasian and he seemed to have a strong resemblance to someone she went to high school with. She reached for the inmate's folders where each man's name was labeled on a tabbed exterior. She was stunned when she saw the name "Anderson, Sean R.". She did in fact go to high school with him and knew him only too well. He was a tall, muscular, good-looking young man, but he was also extremely arrogant and obnoxious and at times would pick on her in front of her fellow students. He had always hanged with a bad crowd, hence his present circumstances she thought.

One of the men yet again turned to regard Angela to which the officer immediately shouted. "I'll TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF IF YOU TURN IT JUST ONCE MORE. GET ON YOUR FACE, FRONT LEANING REST POSITION!!" which meant he should proceed to do pushups.

As Angela looked at some of the files she noticed that three of the inmates were involved in gang activity. All of these men had been in county jail for probably at least a couple of months and had no female contact. Angela knew that she and Sonia would probably be stared upon almost as apparitions by the inmates; fortunately the officers prevented the men from getting much more than a very quick glance at them. As attractive as Sonia was, Angela was even more stunning. She had long brown hair and lightly tanned, perfectly unblemished skin with mysterious green eyes. Her lips were full and very sensual. She was dressed conservatively yet sexy. She wore a white blouse and a black skirt that came halfway up her healthy thighs. She had her legs crossed and was wearing black high heels. Her top was loose fitting but could not hide how busty she was.

One of the inmates was still straining his body doing pushups while the officer cursed him when Sonia stood up. "I WILL READ YOUR NAMES. YOU WILL GET INTO ALPHABETICAL ORDER FROM LEFT TO RIGHT!!" she shouted.

Angela was amazed at how loud Sonia could yell. She began reading the names as the men moved about quickly. The inmate who was doing pushups heard his name read and immediately rose to place himself in the proper place in line only to be screamed at by the same officer to get back down on the ground again to resume his toiling. Inmate Sean Anderson was now on the far left side of the line within only a dozen feet of the table that Angela and Sonia were seated at. The C.O. and one of the officers came to the table to quickly talk to Sonia regarding the files while the other officer continued shouting at the men. Angela suddenly noticed that Sean was staring directly at her. She could tell by his _expression that he recognized her, even though her appearance was much more attractive than before. Angela regarded him stone-faced as he had a very lustful look about him that repelled her. He had a bruise on his eye that looked like it had been healing for a few days, no doubt a fist from a fellow inmate had made that mark. His bottom lip was also puffed out and swollen. Sonia saw the inmate blatantly staring at Angela.

"TURN FORWARD NOW!! She yelled.

One of the officers left the table and walked towards Sean and got right in his face. "YOU GET YOUR EYES FORWARD AND KEEP THEM THERE OR YOU'LL BE GOING TO THE STATE PRISON TODAY!!" Sean immediately complied.

"WHAT DID THIS ONE DO?" shouted the officer as he faced Sonia.

Sonia responded as she opened his folder. "ANDERSON, SEAN R. CONVICTED OF POSSESSION OF METHAMPHETAMINE WITH INTENTION TO DISTRIBUTE!"
The officer turned back to him. "YOU SELL DRUGS TO SCHOOL KIDS DON"T YOU BOY.....YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

Angela could tell Sean was very angry but he was helpless to do anything. The boot camp facility was a last chance for these inmates for if they failed here; they would be immediately transferred to a real prison for an appropriate sentence for their offense. However even without that threat, the officer had forearms the size of tree trunks that could easily pummel Sean to the ground in a flash, and by the look on Sean's face, he knew it. Angela remembered how mean Sean had been to her and to others as well. He truly was a bully and now he was being bullied himself and more importantly, he was scared. This thought made her smirk for just a moment. She did pity the inmates a bit as one of them began to make face contortions as if he was trying to keep himself from weeping. She remembered though that these men had committed serious crimes and that this program was giving them a chance to redeem themselves. Years ago they would have gone directly to prison with hardened inmates. The program was designed to tear the inmates down from their arrogant attitudes and then start rebuilding their self-esteem and their respect for the rights of others through drilling and counseling.

STRIP DOWN!! yelled the officer. GET OUT OF THOSE UNIFORMS NOW AND FOLD THEM NEATLY IN FRONT OF YOU!!"

Angela looked to Sonia who looked back with a comforting _expression as if she was telling her that everything would be okay. Angela knew that this was part of the reception procedure but was not aware of how surreal it would be for her. These were young men, all her own age and younger, most of them in excellent physical shape. As they stripped off their orange jumpsuits one of the inmates paused as his underwear was the only thing left between himself and complete nudity, to which one of the officers again verbally assaulted him, swearing and yelling.

"YOU EITHER PULL DOWN YOUR PANTIES OR I WILL KNOCK YOU ACROSS THIS FUCKING ROOM!!" he yelled.

The inmate quickly complied and placed all his clothes in front of him. The men were now all standing nude on the orange line at an angle from the table. Angela always maintained a professional demeanor while she was at work, but what she contemplated in her mind she felt was her own business. She felt guilty a bit as she was actually quite fond of the spectacle she was seeing as she viewed the healthy physiques of the stark naked inmates that were lined up at an angle before her. Angela looked to Sean who was noticeably blushing, almost turning beet red. He had indeed recognized her but was too humiliated to even look her in the eye now in his present state of undress, even if the officers had not been present. Some of the inmates were very well endowed and Sean was no exception. The inmates could not even savor a quick glance at her or Sonia without being disciplined by an officer. However Sonia and Angela could easily have lengthy looks at the inmates, or as much as they could without it becoming noticeable to the C.O. Angela stared at the rippling muscles of the men. Some of them had many tattoos, which Sonia pointed out to her as being gang related symbols. One of the African-American inmates had what appeared to be a healed stab wound on his chiseled stomach. One Hispanic man had what appeared to be an old bullet wound on his front deltoid. Her heart raced upon seeing each man's organ freely hanging completely exposed to her sight. Only ten years ago, no women would have been allowed to regard such a spectacle as this, not even a female corrections officer. The rules and regulations had changed considerably.

Each man was ordered to lift his penis and hold it upright so the officers could check for any small quantities of narcotics. One of the men was uncircumcised and was told to pull back his foreskin. They were then asked to lift their testicles up. Behind the table where Angela sat was the large glass window that viewed out to the building hallway. From time to time administrative staff would walk by, including secretaries from the office. The inmates would have absolutely no privacy for the months that they would be in the program.

The officer then yelled. "ALRIGHT, TURN AROUND, MOVE IT!"

Angela could not help but admire the physiques and the firm glutes of some of the inmates. She knew that Sonia was watching as well.

"BEND OVER AND SPREAD THOSE CHEEKS, HURRY UP!!"

She could tell that some of the inmates were very embarrassed by now while others were simply very angry. Yet they had to comply. One of the officers came by with a pen flashlight and checked each man's anus. Sean was bent-over naked and less than a dozen feet from Angela, when he turned his head so he could quickly capture a glimpse of her luscious legs that were crossed sensuously. Angela could tell he was looking at her. He was so mesmerized by her legs he wasn't aware that one of the officers was behind him at that moment.

ALL OF YOU STAND UP AND TURN AROUND!! The officer yelled and then told Sean. "ON YOUR FACE NOW!!" Sean responded by falling to the cold concrete floor and began doing pushups in the nude.

The eight other inmates now stood very straight and at complete attention. One officer stood to each side of the line as the C.O. stepped in. He began to shout out to the inmates the basics of the program. They were no longer allowed to speak unless spoken to; they would address each officer as sir or ma'am. They would be under a program of total control from now on. More rules were spoken to them for several minutes while the men stood naked and at attention. Sean continued to strain, trying pathetically to keep doing his pushups. But after several minutes he could barely push his body up at all. He had to keep trying though as he made several grunts and groans while his body glistened from exertion, his shoulders bulging. Angela had full view of all of this as he squirmed and strained while naked at her feet. The C.O. began to shout out the rules and regulations of the facility for the inmates. For each rule followed a threat of what would happen if there were to be an infraction. These men began to understand the very thin ice they were on and that they were only one step away from a real penitentiary. The C.O. spoke of the serious offenses of being caught with contraband, fighting and rape. Finally Sean collapsed to the ground in utter exhaustion.

The C.O. turned the men back over to the officers and left the room. The officers screamed at Sean to get up. He tried to rise as quickly as he could but was almost in a daze from the physical exertion.

"YOU'D BETTER GET USED TO THAT DICKHEAD, TODAY IS THE EASIEST DAY YOU'LL EVER HAVE HERE!" screamed the officer.

The officers then ordered the men "right face", and marched them out of the room through one of the side doors. The side door led to another room where they, while still naked, would get their heads shaved. They would then be marched to the shower room adjacent and then to yet another larger room where they would be issued their uniforms and boots. There were yet two more female staff that worked in this room as well.

As Sonia and Angela sat in the now silent, empty reception room, they each looked to each other and giggled. Sonia slid one of the folders over to Angela.

"He was the biggest," snickered Sonia.

Angela smirked, "We really shouldn't be laughing....the poor guys". Sonia looked at Angela to which they both started giggling again.

"Alright, that's enough, this isn't Abu Ghraib you're right, let's be professional here, we'll compare notes later," said Sonia.

They continued looking over the inmate's folders, jotting down pertinent medical information while they could still hear the faint yells and curses of the officers echoing in the other rooms. About a half an hour later, one of the secretaries from the office walked into the room and handed Sonia another folder. This secretary was a luscious African American women name Keshia. She stood next to the table talking to Angela and Sonia when the inmates were marched back into the room, still naked but carrying their uniforms and boots. The inmates were able to catch a good look at all three women as they marched towards the table until the officer ordered them to halt and right face and keep their eyes forward again. The secretary left the room, not even noticing the men, she had worked there for several years and was used to what went on. The men's heads were shaved very close, almost as if they had peach fuzz. Angela thought that Sean looked rather ridiculous. He always had very nice well-styled hair and now without it he looked like a lion that no longer had his mane. All of the men could feel the cool air on their scalps from the air conditioning.

The C.O. opened the door and waved to Angela and beckoned her to come into the hallway. She got up and walked right in front of the men, her long firm legs and figure completely in their view as her heels made echoed tapping sounds on the concrete floor. They were almost devastated to see her leave their company as even though they weren't allowed to look upon her, the smell of her perfume after being in the county jail for months, made them almost swoon. With her female civilian attire, full head of long beautiful hair, she was not only a woman to them, she seemed to represent freedom itself. She then closed the door behind her and she was gone, but her likeness would undoubtedly haunt the inmates during their long and lonely nights ahead. The men were finally ordered to dress as they soon would be marched to the barracks which would be their new home.
The C.O. stood next to her in the hallway and said. "I know it's not pleasant in there, but it's just part of the program. It's Tiffany's birthday in the office upstairs, they have some cake in there, feel free to get some. And after that, please start entering all the new files into the database that should take you the rest of the day." Angela complied; she would never dare reveal to anyone that she had enjoyed her experience in the receiving room.

Later that day at her PC she looked down out her window again and saw another group of men running in their uniforms. She could tell one of the inmates was Sean. He had already been incorporated into one of the groups. They then did their calisthenics out in an open field about hundred yards outside her window. She honestly hoped the best for Sean and that he would get his life back on track, as would all the inmates. She knew statistically though that unfortunately a few would probably re-offend and would soon be back in the system again and that some of the more incorrigible ones would not even make it through the program at all and would be sent to prison immediately. She pitied the inmates as they rigorously exercised outside in the stifling heat. She reminded herself again that the ultimate goal was to save these young men from ruining their lives and becoming career criminals. It was actually the strongest form of tough love she had ever witnessed.

****

That night after Angela had returned home from the facility and after her parent's had gone to sleep she laid on her bed reading. Despite her new appearance she was still quite the bookworm and was plowing through a copy of "Lady Chatterley's Lover." She had stripped down to her cotton pink thonged panties and laid topless on her stomach, licking a popsicle as she read. She still wore a very thin silver belly chain that she had worn out that evening. Her long hair was draped to the curves at the small of her back where her warm and very shapely hips and backside were exposed. Even though she was of college age her room still had remnants of when she was just a little girl. A few stuffed animals still sat on various shelves along with many novels from a plethora of authors from Charlotte Bronte to E.M. Forster to Dostoevsky. A poster of a one hit wonder boy band from her high school days was still glued to her wall. She yawned and tossed the book back upon her nightstand. The lushness of her naturally light-tan soft body was sprawled upon the comfortable sheets of her bed, her healthy breasts peeping out on both sides. Her shapely right leg was off the bed and flexed at the side of the mattress with her toes just barely touching the floor.

She contemplated her new job and what she had witnessed that day. Poor Sean, he must be so frightened now, she thought to herself. Those other inmates are more hardcore than he is. Sonia had pointed out the tattoos that branded these men as members of the Crips, Black Gangster Disciples and the Latin Kings. They were already beating on Sean and he still has many months ahead yet to endure. Would there be still further beatings in store for him in the future, or perhaps even worse types of assaults? She tried to close her mind to his suffering and think only of what she had witnessed in the recieving room. She hugged one of her soft pillows against her heaving breasts and smirked as she licked the popsicle from it's base to it's tip with her pink tongue.

Since recently overhauling her entire appearance Angela had enjoyed the attention from men that she now seemed to receive everywhere. She could almost feel the recent drastic change in her personality and the overwhelming amount of confidence she had acquired. Even though she already had a boyfriend, she secretly loved to tease and taunt men in very subtle ways with her body, facial gestures and manners of speech. She lately seemed to have an affectation for including a banana with her lunch everyday even though she preferred eating apples. She felt like a slut for thinking such thoughts and doing such things while at the same time being quite fond of the attention which it brought to her. She knew that in the days and weeks ahead she would have to accompany the C.O. on some other duties that involved the inmates; medical physicals, snap inspections of the barracks and shakedowns for contraband as well as more new arrivals. She would be able to fully view the inmates often under very embarrassing circumstances for them yet they would be reprimanded for looking upon her. She knew she would always be professional in her demeaner and she would take her job seriously but privately she knew she couldn't deny that she would enjoy the attention she would receive from behind the razor wire. She took the popsicle entirely into her mouth and then pulled it out slowly from her full pouting lips.

She would pick her wardrobe carefully for work each morning from now on. She would always dress properly but she would allow just a hint of sexuality to exude from her appearance. She would make sure her soft curves and femininity could easily be appreciated. She would secretly enjoy the ferocious stares of these tough, caged and manacled gang members, drug dealers and thieves as she would walk freely within their grasp while well protected by the guards. She contemplated that since she was unattainable to the inmates it would possibly increase their desire for her as all men deep down were aggressive hunters and intensely longed for what eluded them. She smiled as she circled her tongue around the tip of the popsicle.

These strong men were enduring forced celibacy. Some of the inmates were impressively endowed and their.....she paused before taking her thoughts further.....their cocks, from the months of being denied female contact would already be like flaming arrows. And she, with such innocent gestures could so easily fan those raging flames and make them burn even brighter and hotter. She yet again licked the entire shaft of the popsicle, this time very slowly and only with the very tip of her tongue. Angela knew that during their long, lonely nights in their bunks it would possibly be her that these muscled, well endowed men would furiously pleasure themselves to as they would burst with desire. Perhaps some of them were doing so even at this very moment. She chastised herself for thinking such unrefined things, however she couldn't help but admit that such assumptions flattered her. Angela kissed the tip of the popsicle and tossed it into a flowery designed waste basket and shut off the lights. Through the laced white curtains of her window the moonlight illuminated her body as she rolled over to her back and stretched. She extended her arms over her head and arched her back, the perfect globes of her breasts thrusting upwards. She pulled the blankets about her body and covered herself. It would be a very interesting summer.

CFNM School by Douglas N., Chapter 6-10

Chapter 6


Swim Meet


As time passed more and more boys were admitted to the Gynicist School and the pressure on Marshall to perform lessened. It became necessary to organize a male athletics program. A meeting of the school board was held.

Principal: So it is agreed that we will organize a boys swim team.

First Board member: Yes, it is.

Second Board Member: What will they wear? We will have to allow them to wear suits.

Minister: Why will we have to allow them to wear suits?

Second Board Member: They will be embarrassed in front of the other team.

Minister: Why should they be embarrassed?

Second Board Member: They other team will be wearing suits.

Minister: You either stand by your convictions or you don't.

First Board Member: Won't we be subject to criticism by the public?

Minister: Yes, but what can we do about it? We need to remain consistent to our beliefs. If we don't allow boys to wear swimming suits at swim class in suits I don't know how we can allow them to wear swim suits at a swimming meet.

First Board Member: Does that go at away swim meets?

Minister: I don't see how that can make a difference.

Principal: Then it is decided, we will form a boys swim team and they will not be allowed to wear suits.



Thus, a boys swim team was formed and it practiced with the girls. The girls wore suits and the boys did not. Since this was the usual practice, there were no problems. Eventually the Gynicist School decided to hold a boys swim meet with another private school . Usually when another school comes the visiting school gets to girls dressing room except that the Gynicist School did not have a girls' dressing room so both team had to use the same dressing room. Before the meet, the opposing swim coach explained the situation to his team members.

Swim Coach: We are swimming today against the Gynicist School. They believe that God is a female. They also believe that men should show humility before God so when they swim they will be naked.

Team member: These guys will all be completely naked.

Coach: Yes, completely naked.

Team member: Will there be girls around.

Coach: Yes, there will be girls around.

Team member: Are we expected to be naked too.

Coach: No, if we were I wouldn't have come. It is their problem not ours. I don't why I should care if the other team swims naked. There is something else, we will be sharing the same dressing room with the Gynicist School.

Team member: Why is that?

Coach: Since the boys swim naked, they have no girls' dressing room.

Team member: When the girls swim, do they swim naked too?

Coach: No, only the boys do.

Team member: Why do the boys swim naked and not the girls?

Coach: According to them since God is a woman, girls are made in the image of God and should be modest.



When the visiting swim team arrived at the Gynicist School they found there were other problems. When one of the boys went into the bathroom, they found a girl present in the bathroom.



Swim team member: Why are you doing here?

Girl: I am supposed to be here.

Swim team member: You will have to leave.

Girl: I can't leave, I have been assigned here.

Swim team member: Assigned to do what?

Girl: To help the boys pee and help them shower.

Swim team member: To what?

Girl: To help the boys pee and help them shower.

Swim team member: They can't pee by themselves?

Girl: Our religion does not allow boys to touch themselves so a girl has to hold it for them.

Swim team member: Do you mean that if I ask you to you will hold my cock for me while I pee.

Girl: Of course.

Swim team member: All right. He then stood before the commode and pulled out his cock.

The girl calmly came over and held his cock for him while he peed. Before it was over he had grown a hard on.

Girl: I will relieve that for you if you want.

Swim team member: What do you mean?

Girl: I will jack you off if you wish.



The boy looked at her queerly and said. Thanks but I have to go to a swim meet. Meanwhile one of his team mates had entered the shower room.



Swim team member: What are you doing in the shower?

Girl: I am supposed to be here.

Swim team member: You will have to leave.

Girl: I cannot leave, I have to help the boys shower.

Swim team member: Why can't they shower by themselves?

Girl: Our religion forbids boys touching their privates; a girl has to wash their privates for them.

Swim team member: Would you wash my privates for me?

Girl: Sure, take off your suit.

The boy quickly pulled down his suit and before he realized it the girls was bathing him. When the other boys came into the shower, she was washing his balls and he had a large erection. Shortly the other boys had their suits off and dutifully the girl bathed all of them. When they were all washed the visiting boys put on their suits and entered the swimming pool area.

The Gynicist boys as predicted did not bother to wear suits. The visiting swim team laughed at them but it didn't seem to bother the Gynicist boys. Neither did the fact that the Natatorium was filled with young girls with fresh eager young faces all watching the naked boys and comparing their attributes.

The swim meet was held without a hitch. When the boys went back through the shower room the same girl was there who had bathed them except that several other girls had joined her. Having experience the joy of being bathed by a female and getting an erection each visiting boy promptly took off his suit and allowed the Gynicist girl to bathe him. When the girl washed his cock and balls each promptly got a hard on. This time, however, the girl did not stop and continued to wash each boy's cock and balls. In no time, the boys started cuming and with each ejaculation the girl was ready with some kleenex to catch and sperm and keep it as a sacrifice to their female God.

The Gynicist boys watched all this with some disinterest, simply showering and not touching their genitals. There was another girl to dry them off with a towel.



When the opposing coach heard what was happening he too decided to take a shower and he too was jacked off by the Gynicist girls. His sperm was offered as a sacrifice to God with all of his team members.



Chapter 7



Away Swim Meet



The next swimming meet was away. When the boys entered the school, they found the natatorium filled with young, fresh-faced young girls just waiting to see them naked. Two such girls were Cathy and Linda. When the boys walked in naked, all the girls let out a huge simultaneous scream. Cathy and Linda just couldn't believe that the school would let the boys go to a swim meet and swim naked in front on anyone. Still she and Linda immediately began comparing the boys, wondering what the boys would look like with an erection. With this thought she was disappointed, the boys all seemed to be completely at ease even though they were completely naked in front of a whole natatorium of strange girls. It was then she had a thought.

Cathy: Linda, I just had an idea.

Linda: What's that.

Cathy: Lets go to the dressing room after the meet and see if we can get in

Linda: Don't be silly, they will never let us in.

Cathy: Sure they will, we already see them naked. What difference will it make to them if we are in their locker room.

Linda: That makes sense. I am already so hot, I'm ready for anything.



So just before the meet ended the two girls walked down to the girls dressing room where they knew the boys would be changing and walked right in. To their surprise they met some girls already in the dressing room.



Gynicist girl: Can I help you?

Cathy: ah ya, she stammered, we came to help the boys get dressed.

Gynicist girl: Oh good, we can use some help. Would you like to towel the boys down.

Cathy: Yea, sure.

Gynicsti girl: Good, the towels are over there.



Just then the meet ended and the boys started entering the shower from the swimming pool. Cathy and Linda's eyes opened wide looking at all the dangling cocks and balls so unashamedly exposed before them. Both girls had seen baby boys diapers changed but this was the first day they had ever seen fully mature naked males. It astounded them when they watched the Gynicist girls actually handle the cock and balls of the boys by washing them. When the Gynicist boys came out of the shower they showed no surprise seeing Cathy and Linda waiting for them

Cathy and Linda were ready. Eagerly they rubbed the water off the boys skin and were not reluctant to handle the boys' cock and balls as they dried them and they made sure the boys cock and balls were thoroughly dry. As she was drying one boy's cock and balls the boy spoke to her.



Gynicist boy: I've never seen you before, do you go to our school?

Cathy: No, I go to school here.

Gynicist boy: So what are you doing in our locker room?

Cathy: Well, we thought your girls would need some help and we offered to help them. They gave us this job to do.

Gynicist boy: Really, how do you like it?

Cathy: We like it just fine. We find it - ah - interesting.

Gynicist boy: Interesting,. Huh! Well I have to pee. Would you hold my cock for me while I pee.

Cathy: Sure if you want.



With that they went to where the toilets were and the Gynicist boy stood in front of the urinal. Cathy reached out and grabbed his cock and pointed it at the urinal. As he began to pee she stared fixedly at the urine emanating from his cock. When she felt him stiffen openly then did she become aware that he had been watching her. She turned and looked into his eyes while she still held his cock in her hand.

Gynicist boy: Well, what do you think?

Cathy: About what?

Gyncist boy: About my cock?

Cathy: I think it is a nice cock. I like it very much. (Suddenly she became aware that it was growing.) Your cock is growing, does it always do that?

Gynicist boy: Only when it likes the person holding it.

Cathy: Your cock likes me?

Gynicist boy: Is it growing?

Cathy: Yes, it is getting bigger and stiffer. I've never held a boys' cock before.

Gynicist boy: Do you like it?

Cathy: Yes, very much. Do you mind if I play with it?

Gynicist boy: Not at all.

Cathy: Can I feel your balls.

Gynicist boy: Be my guest.



It was only then that Cathy became aware she and the boy were not the only ones in the toilet area. Linda was also there and Linda was also playing with a Gynicist boy's cock. Cathy caressed the Gynicist boy's balls even while she continued to caress his cock. It was not long before he was completely erect.



Cathy: Your cock is standing up all by itself.

Gynicsit boy: Yes, it is isn't it. That's because it likes you.

Cathy: It is so big, it is so big.

Gynicist boy: I am glad you like it.

Cathy: Oh, it feels so good. It is so hard. Does it get any harder?

Gynicist boy: Just keep feeling it.



Cathy did as she was asked her hands guiding lightly and lovingly over the boys cock while at the same time exploring his balls. Cathy looked over at the friend Linda who was doing the same thing. As she did Linda looked back at her and smiled a rapturous smile. Cathy smiled back with equal rapture.

Just then, Cathy felt her boys cock grown even harder and his cock began to spasm and he began to spurt a white liquid out of the end of his cock.

Cathy: Oh, dear. Cathy did not miss a stroke as her boy spurted semen into the air. Cathy found the feel of his cock spasming and spurting even more exciting and wondered what it would feel like to have that cock inside her pussy.

When Cathy's cock stopped spurting, she looked over and saw that Linda's boy's cock was just beginning. Enraptured she continued to watch as Linda's boy's cock also came.

When it was over the boys left and Cathy and Linda went back to toweling the boys down. As soon as each of them went home, they pulled down their pants and began playing with themselves, thinking of how exciting it was to watch the boys come. Each came quickly.

After that, they did not miss an athletic meet of the Gynicist boys. Each time they did, they would volunteer to towel the boys down. Whenever they could they would take a boy into the area of the toilets and masturbate him.



Chapter 8



Athletic Supporters



Cathy and Linda had found a new pastime. Each time the Gynicist boy's swim team went to a meet, they attended. After the meet, they made a point to visit the boy's locker room. Each time they were invited in.

When Cathy saw Marshall standing in the locker room naked after the meet she said, "Hi, how are you?"

Marshall: Fine, how are you?

Cathy: I don't even know your name.

Marshall: My name is Marshall. What's yours?

Cathy: Cathy.

Marshall: Nice to meet you Cathy.

Cathy: Nice to meet you Marshall. Can I help you shower Marshall?

Marshall: Sure, I'd like that.

They went to the shower room where Cathy takes great pains to suds Marshall thoroughly especially his genitals. When she is finished he has a raging hard on.

Cathy: You sure have a nice cock. She continued to stroke his cock as she said this.

Marshall: I'm glad you like it.

Cathy: Would you like to come to a party at my house?

Marshall: Sure, I'd like that. What kind of a party?

Cathy: It's a sleepover for my girlfriends on Friday You'll be the only boy. My parents will be away

Marshall: Sure, I'd like that.

Cathy continued to stroke Marshall's cock until he came, spurted cum all over her hands. She did not stop her continued stroking as he did, gently squeezing his balls each time he came. She never tired of controlling a man in this way and watching him cum.



That Friday when Marshall knocked on Cathy' door he found Linda and a half a dozen other girls waiting for him.

Cahty: Hello Marshall, come on it.

Marhsall: Thank you.

Marshall entered the house.

Cathy: My girlfriends and I would like to play strip poker. Are you game?

Marshall: Sure, why not?

Cathy quickly brought out a deck of cards.

Cathy: The rules are: low hand takes something off. Girls against the boys.

Marshall realized the rules were stacked against him but he does not object.

The girls were first to lose and Cathy takes off one of her shoes.

Marshall was next and he took off one of his shoes. Since there were 8 girls and only one boys Marshall was quickly down to his shorts. When he lost against Cathy spoke.

Cathy: Let me help you off with your shorts Marshall.

Marshall: Sure.

Cathy then pulled down his shorts and Marshall stood there naked in front of 8 girls with each of them staring directly at his crotch. Despite the fact that Marshall was accustomed t being naked in front of girls his own age, he had a raging hard on.

Cathy: See, I told you he had a large cock.

Virginia: How would I know how large a cock should be?

Georgia: What do we play for next?

Cathy: If a girl loses the lowest girl will take off an article of clothing. If Marshall lose the girl with the highest hand with get to feel Marshall's cock and balls for one minute. It that all right with you Marshall.

Marshall: It is fine with me.

Marshall loses again and Georgia gets her chance to feel Marshall's cock and balls.

Georgia: He is so hard, so hard.

Georgia's hand trembles as she feels Marshall's cock and balls.

Marshall lost again and this time Linda gets to feel Marshall's cock and balls.

As the game progressed, each girl got her change to feel Marshall's cock and balls. As they did so he became more and more excited until finally as Peggy's is caressing him for the third time he ejaculates all over her hands. When this happened she continues to caress him until he is done. The girls all stand raptured watching this young man spurts in front of them.

When it is over Cathy cleaned up the mess that Marshall had made and Marshall starts to get dressed.

Cathy: Don't get dressed, we like you naked.

Marshall: OK.

Cathy made some popcorn and they watched television and drank pop. Often Marshall could glance over and catch one of the girls staring at his cock.



Chapter 9



Bridge Club



Late that night the front door opened and Cathy's mother, Eva, and her friend Jennie walked in. As she walked into the living room, she saw Marshall sitting naked watching television while all the girls were clothed.

Eva: What is going on here?

Cathy turned around to see her mother looking at the naked Marshall.

Cathy: I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow afternoon.

Eva: Never mind that, what is this young man doing her naked as a jaybird?

Cathy: He's a Gynicist, he is used to being naked in front of women.

Eva: What is he doing in my house with my daughter naked?

Cathy: We have been playing strip poker and he lost.

Eva: Is that all? You haven't been having sex have you.

Cathy: There hasn't been any sex.

Eva: Is that all that has happened Linda?

Linda: Yes, Mrs. Jones, that is all that happened. We played strip poker and Marshall lost.

Eva: Marshall, is that your name?

Marshall: Yes, maam.

Jennie: (eyeing Marshall) Don't get so excited Eva, can't you see the boy hasn't done anything to the girls. It is the girls who have taken advantage of him.

Eva: No, Marshall is going to have to be punished.

Eva: Stand up Marshall and face me.

Marshall stands up and faces her and Jennie, still naked. Eva and Jennie look over Marshall carefully. While they look at him, Marshall reaches for his clothes.

Eva: Not so fast, young man. You're not getting off that easy.



Eva paused trying to think what she could do to punish Marshall.

Eva: What do you think would be an appropriate punishment for Marshall for exhibiting himself in front of these young girls?

Jennie: I think he should come to our bridge club and serve us in the nude.

Eva: Good idea. Marshall would you like to serve my bridge club in the nude or would you like me to call the police.

Marshall: I will come to your bridge club.

Eva: Be here a 7:00 P.M. on Thursday night.

Marshall: Can I get dressed now?

Eva: No, you lost the game and you are going to have to stay naked.

Jennie: You know, if he is going to sit on your couch you should make sure that he is clean.

Eva: You're right, come with me Marshall.

Eva proceeds to take him into the bathroom and given him a shower during which she washes him thoroughly including his genetalia. Marshall rewards her with a hard on. Marshall stays that night and the next day. Eva refuses to let him get dressed the entire time.

Towards evening, the women from the bridge club start arriving. Marshall meets them at the door stark naked.

The women sit down to play cards while Marshall serves as a waiter, still naked as a jaybird. Each time he comes to the table one of the women reaches over and cups his balls. When he develops a hard on they eagerly grasp his cock. During the evening, he is forced to stand by the table and let the women play with him. Towards the end of the evening, the women stop playing cards and pay more attention to him.

Eva: Look at this young man Jennie. I knew he was guilty, he insults us by getting an erection in front of us.

Jennie: You're right, he is going to have to be punished right now.

Eva immediately grabbed Marshall by the cock and dragged him into the living room in followed by the other women.

Eva: Look at this pervert. Look at how he insults us by his erection.

Eva then blindfolds Marshall and ties his hands in front of his body. Then she ties his hands to a rope, which is connected to a pulley over his head. His hand are the pulled up by the rope until fully extended over his body. Marshall's legs are then pulled apart and his legs tied to a leg brace. Then he is blindfolded and gagged.

The next thing that Marshall knows, he feels a woman he cannot see touching his back from behind. First, she caresses his back and then his buttocks. Then he feels her hand glides between his legs and cup his balls from behind. While the other women watch, she caresses his balls and the entire area around them. Then with the other hand she reaches around and grabs his cock while still cupping his balls.

The first woman stops and another takes her place at Marshall's rear. This one glides her hands over his entire body from the top to the bottom. This one also cups Marshall's balls with one hand and grabs his cock with the other. Then she leaves him while another takes her place. The process continues each woman taking her turn feeling and touching anywhere she wants on Marshall's body while he is tied up, helpless, blindfolded and gagged.

Intermittently the women stop and leave him, Marshall cannot tell where they are or what they are doing. Shortly when he starts feeling limp they return and begin again.

Then he feels all of then touching parts of his body at the same time. Some caress his chest, others caress his buttocks and he can feel two women each taking one of his testicles while yet another strokes his cock. Under this assault, he comes powerfully and squirts repeatedly.





Chapter 10



Swimming Party



Now the Gynicist girls decided to ask the boys from St. Thomas to a swimming party. The party took place at Georgia's house because it was her family that had a pool. The party was chaperoned by Georgia's mother, Barbara, also a Gynicist woman. When the girls arrived, the girls were led off to a room where they changed into their swimming suits. Since the girls were Gynicist, the suits all had skirts on them with no panties. When the boys arrived, they were allowed to go to a separate room where they changed into their swimsuits. When all the boys were present, Georgia's brother arrived. Instead of wearing a suit, he came out naked. The boys pretended not to stare at him but the girls all made it a point to stare at him.

Barbara: Boys this is my son Jason, since he is a Gynicist he is not allowed to wear a suit. As you can see, I am also a Gynicist and I am not allowed to wear anything that is a male. I am not allowed to wear any pants. I do not have anything under my skirt and none of the girls have anything under their skirts.

With that, the plan began to entice the boys into undressing. Barbara then lifted up her skirt and showed the boys that she indeed was not wearing anything under her skirts. The St. Thomas boys began to notice that the girls were giving special attention to Jason. Jason was sitting on the edge of the pool with his legs apart. Several girls were in front of him staring at his private parts. A girl each was sitting on either side of him with her hand draped over the inside of Jason's thigh. Eventually a St. Thomas boy tried to get the attention of a Gyncist girl.

Frank: I'm Frank, I'm glad to meet you.

Georgia: Hi, I'm Georgia.

Georgia then drew herself close to Frank rubbing one of her breasts against his arm.

Georgia: Are you having fun at my party Frank?

Frank: Yes, but it's a little different here.

Georgia: How is it different Frank?

Frank: Your brother is nude that's all.

Georgia: Well, don't worry about it, he likes it.

Frank: You think he likes it?

Georgia: I now he likes it, do you see him growing a hard on.

Frank: After looking, so he is.

Georgia: I'd like to see you nude frank!

Frank: Would you really?

Georgia: Yes, I would.

With that, Georgia reached down and put her hand on the outside of Frank's thigh. When Frank did not object Georgia grabbed the inside of Frank's thigh and ran her hand up until the edge of her hand rubbed against Frank's crotch. Again, Frank did not object.

Georgia: We Gynicist girls like men Frank.

Frank: So I've heard.

Georgia: What have you heard Frank?

Frank: I've heard that you can be very forward.

Georgia: It's true, Frank. It's true

With that, Georgia began rubbing her hand lightly over the outside of Frank's bulge. She noticed immediately that he had started to get a hard on. She then grabbed his cock and began stroking it. In short order Frank developed a raging hard on. Georgia then reached inside Frank's swimming trunks and began stroking his cock. Again, Frank did not object.

Meanwhile Lois noticing the success Georgia was having with Frank came over near Frank and while Georgia was playing with his cock, began removing his swimming trunks. Since everyone was standing more than waist deep in the water Frank did not object but when Lois had removed them she held them up in triumph. As she did so, all the girls including Barbara clapped.

All the girls nearby then gathered around Frank and began paying attention. Several of them put their heads under water to see Frank's naked cock.

Georgia then stopped stoking Frank and said, "Let's get out of the pool, so I can take a look at you." With that, she climbed up out of the pool. When Frank hesitated she said, "Come on Frank it won't hurt a bit."

When Frank climbed out of the pool, the other girls clapped and gathered around Frank to dry him off. They paid special attention to drying his cock and balls several of them taking turn drying him off.

Some of the other girls who were talking to boys began to urge them to undress as well. The boys seeing the special attention that Frank was getting began to agree. The respective girls then took them out of the pool and removed their suits. After their suits were removed, they dried the boys off paying special attention to their genetalia until they were all sporting hard ons. Before long all the boys were nude, with hard ones while the girls dried them off.

Barbara: Boys, line up, we want to have a penis inspection.

The boys dutifully lined up and as they did a group picture taken showing each of the boys standing in line with a rampant hard on. Barbara then went down the line measuring both the length of girth of their cocks. She then gave the winner's blue ribbons to show that they had won. The blue ribbons said respectively longest cock and thickest cock. One of the girls then took a picture of the boys with his award making sure his cock was in the center of the picture.

After she did that she went down the line again cupping each boys by the balls measuring the size of their balls. Again, she gave a blue ribbon to the winner saying best balls. Again, a picture was taken.

Barbara: Now let's have a handsomest genital contest. The girls then sat down and asked the boys to parade in front of them their cocks bobbing as they walked. Again, a blue ribbon was given to the winner saying handsomest cock and balls. Again, a picture was taken.

Barbara: Why don't you boys form a line and walk around the pool.

It amused the girls to see the boys' erections swaying as they walked around the pool. This time Barbara took a video of the boys walking around the pool.

Barbara then put some Hawaiian music on and asked the boys to do the hula. Again, the girls were amused as they watched the boys' erections sway back and forth. More video was taken.

Barbara then put donuts around the boys' cocks. The girls then got down on their knees and ate the donuts while they were still on the boys' cocks. This was also shot both in still and video.

Then the contest began to see who could come the quickest. Georgia began stroking Frank's cock at the same time as she massaged his balls. The other girls began to do the same. The boys were now all lined up in front of the girls standing while the girls sat on chairs and massaged the boys' cock and balls. Barbara held a stop watch in her hand to noted how long it took each boy to cum. When he came she measured the distance that his cum traveled before landing on the tiled floor. It was not long before each boy was arching his back and launching his cum into the air. Barbara would then measure the distance it traveled. The respective girl would then take a kleenex and wipe up the cum so that it could be made an offering in church. Awards were given to who came quickest and who spurted the farthest.