Bizarrely, I wanted Bethany back. She was horrible, but at least she was familiar. I’d seen her face before. I stepped a half step into the lunch room and looked around. There were like a hundred girls sitting at a handful of tables, eating and talking. I’d never seen so many t-girls in one place. They ran the gamut from gorgeous girls who could pass as super models, to girls who were barely more than cross dressers. But I was surprised that most just looked like girls, like me. You’d never think we were t-girls. And there bunches of them.
A couple of girls turned and looked at me, but most didn’t seem to take any notice. There was still a line for food, so I fell in. The girl in front of me looked back at me, but didn’t seem to care, then looked forward. I waited for a long while, the line moved little by little. Finally, I got to the food. The people scooping the food out of the trays were other prisoners with glazed looks on their face. They scooped this horrible looking sludge onto my plate. I walked to the end of the line, collecting red sludge and blue sludge and green sludge. Then I moved out of the line.
I looked around the tables. There were empty seats in places, but they were all scattered about at largely occupied tables. I was still woozy from my experience in the showers. My elation in the warden’s room had long since passed. I was now really aware of the danger around me and I totally couldn’t just sit down next to anyone. They might not have been big strong men, but they could still be threats.
Finally, I gave up on finding a seat. I lurched over to the side of the room and sat down on the floor. I tried to shovel some of the garbage into my mouth, but I couldn’t. The food was too disgusting and I was too shocked by my experiences in the day. So I just sat there. Finally, someone announced that lunch was over. Everyone started filing out of the lunch room, talking.
I hid myself in the corner. Waiting. I didn’t know where I was supposed to go. Then I remembered the folder. I opened it up and it said my cell number, my cell block (it was B) and had a map that showed me where to walk from the lunch room. There wasn’t anything else in it. I waited until everyone else was gone. Then I stood up and threw away my lunch.
“Hey you,” a voice said near the door, I saw a guard. Not Bethany, a different guard, “You need to leave now. I know you are new so I won’t report you, but move your ass.” She said and I ran out of the cafeteria. I was back in the hallway that Bethany had taken me down. I looked down at my map and tried to figure out where I was supposed to go. Most of the people had filtered out of the hallways and I was sort of all alone.
Finally, I got my bearings and headed in the right direction. I looked around; the hallways were wide and antiseptic. The feet in my white prison shoes clacked on the new floor. There were some locked doors in the hallway, but they didn’t have windows and didn’t look like cells. Finally, I made a left turn and walked into a large, octagonal room. It was three stories tall. Around the outside of the room, on every floor, were cell doors that were opened. On the first floor, in the middle of the room, were a bunch of tables and stuff. I walked into the room, and looked up to see a large glass ceiling. It was almost a pleasant room. There was a television in one corner and chairs everywhere.
Girls were milling about and everything. Some were sitting at the tables and talking, others were filtering up stairs to their bunks. I saw that all the bunks on the first floor were numbers that started with 1. I had cell 208 so I figured I was on the second floor. I moved around the edge of the room, trying to avoid eye contact and everything. No one seemed to notice me. There were like 75 girls in my cell-block, so there was a lot of action. There were guards standing around, but they appeared to be pretty relaxed. I made my way up the stairs and saw that room 200 was in front of me. I looked into the cell. There was a bunk bed and a toilet and nothing else. I mean, there were like personal items, but that was all the furniture. I looked to the left and saw room 223 so I started to walk to the right. Finally, I was standing outside of cell 208. Home.
And I looked into the room and saw the bunk bed up against the back wall, so that it opened facing me. But it wasn’t empty. There was a naked girl on the lower bunk. She was gorgeous. About 5’7 and around 135lbs. She had very long blonde hair and blue eyes. Her skin was very white, like a Disney princess or something. Her face was a princess’ face too long eye lashes, big almond shaped eyes, a small nose, thick pink lips, and even perfect features. Her breasts were big, like 36-D. Her stomach was flat, her legs muscular. I could see she had a toned butt. But what was most shocking was that she was sort of lying on her side with her legs spread. And her cock was big. It must’ve been around seven and a half inches long. She was clean shaven, I could see.
But my vision was sort of blocked. Because, on her knees, in front of the blonde, was another girl. She was fully clothed so I couldn’t make out her features. She was sort of plain, with short brown hair and tanned skin. Her eyes were closed. And she was blocking my view because she was sucking the blonde’s dick!
The brunette sort of flicked her hair out of her face and I could see the tip of the blonde’s cock in the girl’s mouth. Just the mushroom tip of the blonde’s flawless cock was in the brunette’s mouth and the brunette was swirling her tongue around underneath. At the same time, the brunette’s hand was cupping the blonde’s balls. She was squeezing them gently, all the while her tongue was swirling. For her part, the blonde was moaning loudly and squeezing her left breast with her hand. I watched as the blonde bit her lip and thrust her hips seductively forward. She pinched her nipple and it look so hard and pink I wanted it in my mouth!
Let me note for a second that for my entire life I’d always considered myself asexual. I looked at boys and thought they looked so bulgy and gross. But I’d look at girls and think, “I am a girl, how can she fuck me?” But here I was, looking at this girl get her dick sucked. And I realized that I was incredibly attracted to what I was looking at.
But back to the action. I watched as the blonde slowly put her long-nailed fingers on top of the brunette’s head. She didn’t so much push as guide the brunette’s head farther down onto her cock. I watched the thick, white cock slide into the brunette’s mouth, her lips parting farther and farther and the veiny prick slipped deeper and deeper into her throat. The brunette gagged a little, but kept the cock in her throat, until she finally slipped it all the way out of her mouth. The blonde’s cock was coated in thick saliva, and a dribble of spit connected the brunette’s mouth to the blonde’s cock.