SMACK !

My face sting from the big calamitous teen's blow.

Shocked into obedience I sink to my knee on the hard, tile floor of the boy's shower.

At 18, how could I imagine this would be the commencement to my hold up yr of high school ?

"Fuck you ! I won't !"I could see Vic struggling somewhere behind me. He has been my skilful friend since childhood. We have been through a lot together. Even so, his worry seems so detached from mine.

I feel a little stun. Like this is all a dream. Or a scene in a play. The steamy high school shower, the four big calamitous teenager, Vic and me. player on a stage.

water system drips from the strong chocolate-brown physical structure of my attacker. It drips from his erect, nine column inch dick. Off his full hairy testicle. So close to my face now.

The urine drips from my own shrimpy flesh. My own limp, penis. Three in when fully erect, right now it is a pathetic nothing compared to his.

The black son of the shoal wanted to make a compass point. Vic and I are slow aim. Nerdy and thin, we definitely aren't Alphas.

"sucking it bitch."Jarome orders me.

I'm not gay, but I didn't want to get slapped again. Tentatively I reach out. My fingerbreadth delicately wrapping around his warm rooster. The number one I have ever touched ... other than my own pathetic excuse for a penis.

I feel the velvety hardness of another boy's dick as, behind me, I can discover them slapping Vic over and over."better make it good."The Shirley Temple Black boy warns me."Or you know what will happen."

I lean in and press my sass against his big purple tip. I can finger just a picayune slimy liquid. Pre-cum, I realize. I stick out my tongue, tasting the virulent succus. I rub it around his tip for a present moment. Then I lick my way down his hard shaft.

He moans as I lick him like a whore. Doing my best to act like the girlfriend I've seen so often in smut picture. Treat it like a popsicle, I keep telling myself.

With a mortify groan I open my rim. I really don't want to do this. Licking it had been bad enough.

"Get suckin'bitch."Jarome orders.

I take the first twain inches in my oral fissure, and suck softly. Like you would to get lash cream off your finger.

Another boy's shaft in my mouth.

I pull back and his cock comes out with a slight ‘ pop !'

I feel terror at the thought of the terrible act I am committing. My wet body tenses up to run."Mmn, that's a good scratch, bitch. Looks like you a natural cocksucker."

I look up his tall, sour eubstance. Past his musculus, to see him looking down at me with a smirk.

The strength to take flight drainpipe away. Submissively, I lean back in and take his fuck rod back into my mouth. Suckling softly to please him. Please this black Alpha male.

I can find my maleness drain out of me. I shiver as my knife caresses his big pecker. I feel vulnerable and foreign ... docile.

"No ! Please, I'll do it. I'll suck your cock."I hear Vic beg.

I begin bobbing up and down on his tool. Taking it a lilliputian bass each meter. Stopping only when I start to gag. My bridge player wrapped around his hot rotating shaft.

Out of the street corner of my eye I can see Vic. Weeping, on his knees, just starting to take a pitch-black dick in his backtalk. He grows quiet, but his wet dead body frisson as he takes a good length of cock.

One of the other boys tread over to where I'm sucking Jarome's pecker. I can try him masturbating future to me.

Waiting his turn.

"Unh ! That's it white boi. You suck'n that peter rattling good."My black maltreater compliments me. He grabs my forgetful Brown hair. I think he's close.

I pump the dick of his dick as quickly as I can. Desperately trying to finish him before he decides to shove his shaft down my throat.

I don't think I could handle that.

"Unh ! Unh ! Fuuuck !"His warm cock heart rate in my mouth as it shoots it's jizz. Another boy's cum on my tongue. In my back talk. At the backrest of my throat.

I gulp and swallow most of it. I can't stop.

It ‘ s disgusting and slimy. And warm.

Barometer plus away, chuckling. His hawkshaw getting sonant. Smaller. Still a giant compared to mine."That's a in effect bitch."He pats my cheek. Almost affectionately. I hate myself for feeling a small amount of pride. A ardent pleasure washing shamefully through me.

The former boy brushes the tip of his cock against my brow as I turn to him. He grunts as he sprays bowed stringed instrument after string of his own hot jizz all over my face.

"Punk !"He grunts at me as he wipes his penis off in my fuzz. Then shoves me onto my backbone with his foot.

I look over at Vic. He is on his hands and genu coughing up jizz as the boys walk away, laughing.

We are alone in the shower way now.

With another boy's cum on my backtalk, the tears finally fill my eyes.

I had never felt LE of a man.

There has been racial latent hostility in our town all summer. Leading into the school year.

Apparently a smutty boy named Clayton decided they would possess to show the school who was in charge.

Starting with two wimps named Willard and Vic.

We didn't talk about the shower incident, and apparently no one else did either.

Things seemed to get back to pattern after a twosome days.

Though I would stir up up from the nightmare of a big wickedness snake in the grass heading toward my brass nearly every night.

Then, once again in the locker way after gym. I am putting on my clothes when Clayton and his gang push button Vic into the room.

He had gotten in the habit of not showering. Just ducking out of division early.

Jarome gives me a big smile.

"Ok, squawk. Lesson number two."Clayton says. Pushing Vic toward me.

"Strip down to your panties."We are ordered. Timidly we take our clothes off.

Soon we both stand docily in out tidy whities.

The black boys gather real close."I want to see you two bitches kiss."Clayton sneers.

Nervously I look at Vic.

I don't want my number 1 kiss to be with a boy. I also don't want the shit kicked out of me.

Vic looks into my centre. Obviously scared. We press our sassing together, hoping it would be enough. Knowing it wouldn't.

"Like you mean it."The big Black boy growls.

Vic's tongue push between my lips as he puts his arms around me. I push back, our soft natural language writhing against each other.

Oh god, it's another boy's tongue in my mouth. This is my low kiss !

I feel Vic's body pressed against mine. His hands on my back. His tongue in my mouth.

The smutty boys stand around us laughing.

"Now, I want you to lodge your mitt down each former's panties. Grab each other's piteous slight puds."The big boy orders.

I place my handwriting against Vic's potbelly. He feels warm and soft. Slowly I slide it down, slipping into his underwear. I can feel his sparse pubic hair's-breadth as my digit find his strong crotch.

I know from seeing him in the cascade that Vic has a belittled penis, like me. Now my fingers are wrapping around it. Gently squeezing my advantageously friend's little prick. tugging on it. It was already knockout and aegir. I can hear him breathe faster as I explored his cock.

Vic's own hand slips into the back of my underwear. Lightly brushing my ass as he slides his hired man around to my front. I can't avail but moan slightly as his fingers grip my minuscule cock. I can palpate it nip and grow in his hand. I can't period it.

This goes on for a few minutes. My penis growing to its wide-cut, but worthless, length. Vic thrusting slightly into my script. His diminutive phallus hard between my fingers as I gently tug. Both of us moaning. Sounding more like female child than men.

What would sucking his little penis be like ? I wonder. So unlike from Jarome's

The melanize male child are taking pictures on their phone. Recording our gay sexplay. To blackmail us, I figure.

"Alright, you sissies. sufficiency stimulation. clip for you to do your duty."Clayton motions down to his crotch. The other boys have already pulled out their intemperate black dicks.

Quickly, obediently, Vic drops to his knees and pulls the big black boy's dick out. Willingly, almost eagerly, taking it into his mouth.

A little more reluctantly I get down before Jarome. When I see his dick though, I can't help a thrill runs through me. I feel butterfly stroke in my potbelly.

I start to osculate his hard hammer. Humiliated, but shivering with upheaval, I start sucking on the big mahogany rod. I grasp the floor and tug as my tongue pleasures his tip. Moaning as I suck.

Reaching out, I grab one of the other boy's dicks and start pumping that too. Like one of the fornicatress in a porno.

Jarome doesn't live on long, and I find myself sucking his juice out of his meat stick as he groans above me. I grimace as I swallow the hot, bitter, slime.

Then I turn to the boy I am jacking off. I take his, slightly smaller, penis in my backtalk. He grunts as his dick twitch between my lips. Hot jizz spraying the back of my throat.

Vic has finished off the other two boy. We stay kneeling on the storey as Clayton ordination us,"Those panties are no good. From now on, you'd best be wearing something sexy. Something girly."

"What ? But ..."Vic starts, looking shocked. The disastrous boy casually slaps him across the face.

"You heard me bitch."Clayton growls at him.

The four of them leave us to get dressed in silence.

I want to just ignore them. To make believe it isn't happening, maybe ? But they have those pictures now. At least that's what I tell myself.

Vic and I walk home together after schooltime most daytime. Usually talking about the fun thing we were into.

Today was different."What are we going to do ?"Vic asks morosely.

I shrug."wear out panties till they are bored with us. I guess."

He looks at me."I don't know if I can do that."

"Sure you can."I assure him."In fact, I bet they feel real comfortable."I try to give him a reassuring smile as he turns off down his street.

When I get abode I slip into my female parent's bedroom. Feeling strangely obscene. She wouldn't be home for hours. She often works late.

looking at at myself in her dresser mirror, I strip. Alone in my mother's room, my eubstance shivers with excitement. I start going through her dresser, quickly finding her underwear drawer.

She has pile of introductory blackamoor, white, and grayish cotton panties. Turns out she also has a bit of a savage side. About half the stuff and nonsense in there is lacy, silky, or mesh. There are even a few thongs.

I pull out a luminance Amytal, silky scanty. Feeling the smoothness between my digit. A shiver runs down my spine.

I shiver again as I pull them on. The large panties swallowing my diminutive manhood. I find that Mom is a few sizes bigger than me.

I shouldn't have been surprised. Mom is curvy, but weighs probably two-twenty. She has really big tits and a big round ass.

Her panties wouldn't do.

As I'm putting them back my hired hand prominence something hard. Pushing underclothing out of the way I find a big purple vibrator. Mom's sex toy.

My fingers are holding something that has touched my mother's pussy.

After what happened in the footlocker elbow room, the sentiment made me recklessly horny.

I pull the silk step-in back out and put them on. Then after a slight cogitate drag on a silk nighty. Big on me, but smooth and exciting against my skin.

Laying on my back on mom's bed I feel so deliciously risque. Wearing her lingerie. Holding her vibrator. The thought of getting caught like this but adds to my inglorious lust.

With a snapshot ! The vibrator turns on. I gasp as it comes alive in my hand. Sending quiver up my arm and through my body.

first-class honours degree I rub the vibrator against my little dick through the panty. My shameful penis getting throbbing in its erection. The sentience that runs through me is acute.

Then I shove the violet pleasure verge in the scanty. Vibrating directly on my skin. I rub, then stroke my cock. I'm making little screaky interference. Not at all like a man.

my orgasm explodes through me. I gasp loudly and hoarsely as I cum. Careful not to get any on my female parent's things. My jizz spills all over my hand and tummy.

For a moment I think about tasting it.

I shake my headspring as I clean up. The tour suddenly broken. Feeling dirty and humiliated. Even though there was no one to see what I did.

I grab the money I had saved doing railway yard piece of work over the summertime and get on my bike. Headed to the nearest big box store.

I feel spooky as I walk into the ladies lingerie section. Like I am somewhere I shouldn't be.

My ticker beats fast as I walk up and down the row. Looking for underwear that will fit, and be affordable.

Feeling like a pervert I reach out and sense a few of the panties. Some lacy one, some satin and silk. A few cotton plant and one that feels like velvet. The silk and satin seems to be my favorite

There isn't anyone nearby. Yet I still feel naughty. What I was doing seemed shameful. My body buzzed with flighty DOE.

There isn't anything for it. I have to try a few on to compute out my size.

Picking out three yoke of satin scanty, in the range that I figure would fit, I nervously walk up to the changing way lady.

"Can I help you, young man ?"She asks. Looking at me dubiously. She is old, in her sixties at to the lowest degree. And probably close to three hundred pounds.

"I ... um. I need to try these on. To get out my size."I explain. My eubstance trembling.

"Is this some variety of prank ?"She squints at me, obviously suspicious.

"N ... no ma'am. No prank."I assure her. She reluctantly hands me a pass.

Maybe I should own said yes. I think as I enter the little cubbyhole. Or, that it was a school labor. Something to do with social awareness.

I guess I should have thought it through before coming to the store. Then again, I had hoped I wouldn't have to interact with anybody.

I strip defenseless, and take off to count at the smallest pair of panties. I look up in shock when the room access to my dressing room opens.

I look up in embarrassed horror to find the fat old Lady from behind the counter standing there ogling me. She had stripped down to her bra and panties. A big satiny span with purple and pink bloom. Her skin hangs down in folding. Like a candle someone had left in the sun. Her tits are big, almost the sizing of my chief, packed inside their reinforced bra.

"I'll help you with that young man."She insists. Stepping in with a cloth tape-measure.

She locks the door behind her, and now there is almost no room left. I feel vulnerable next to her bulk. Small and submissive.

She grabs my shoulders and turns me around. I can finger the satin of her bra. Her massive tits pressing against my back as she reaches around me and seize my tiny cock with both her wrinkled hands.

As unappealing as she is, I can't supporter wishing this was my for the first time sexual experience. Sadly, at 18, my first sex was sucking a disastrous boy's dick.

Why couldn't I tell her no ? stimulate a commotion ?

Maybe I didn't want to be further humiliated. Found naked in the woman's lingerie changing rooms.

"Ooh, you don't have lots to work with there do you ?"She asks as, in spite of the situation, I was getting erect. Her chubby finger pinch my tip and pulls painfully as far as my little zippo will go.

I squeal softly at the botheration. Clenching my teeth to try and keep serenity. Tears in my eyes.

Chuckling, She gives my little pud a few sonant slaps."Why, you're just a fiddling sissy boy. Aren't you ?"

"Y ... yes, ma'am."I answer submissively. The old cleaning lady roughly squeezes my tiny member.

Then she actually takes my measure. Turning me around so she can use her tape everywhere.

"Try these."Her old deal gropes my sissy genitals, as she hands me one of the panties I had picked out. A mild satin pair. Solidly bluing with pink curtain call on the hips.

They fit quite nicely, even with my low bulge.

"There. They look quite fetching on you Loretta Young man."

She continues to rub my little gibbousness through the panties."Now I think it's clip for you to properly thank me."She says pulling her own scanty down. Revealing a woodland of Charles Grey pubic hair surrounding a damp, wrinkled cunt.

She pushes me to my knee and puts one foot on the work bench behind me. Spreading her legs, and opening her pungent, wilted flower. With one handwriting she flips her big bra up and begins playing with her diskette tits. With the former she grabs my hair and military group my face against her crotch.

Tentatively I start to lick at her hairy pussy. It's moist, and tastes salty and sour.

The old woman moans as I caress the congregation of her fuck hole with my teenage natural language."Mmn, deeper."She decree. So I stick it as deep inside her snatch as I can.

"Ooh ! That's it you cross dressing Nancy-boy."She gasps above me.

She doesn't finis long before her pale, overweight second joint tremble against my head. Her juice flowing onto my side, in my mouth, and down my chin.

"Oh, you naughty boy !"She says happily. Once she finishes gasping her orgasm.

She puts her step-in back on and ready her bra. Then she steps out of the small cubby.

I quickly dress and leave the dressing way. But when I head out to pick out some panty in the size she told me, the old woman follows.

She escorts me up and down the isles. Making me block to brows periodically.

When we do she rifles through the lingerie on the ledge with one paw. Ordering me to find the lingerie. With her other hand she pulls me shut in a hug, and shoves her hand down my pants.

She starts to plunk out duad of panties for me, while pinching and roughly tugging on my backbreaking little dicklet.

She hands me panties that are much more than girly than what I had planned to buy. Frilly, lacy, and delicate. I can't imagine wearing these.

Finally she takes me back to her comeback."I can check you out here honey."She rings the pile of women's underclothes up.

It's expensive, but she only charges me for around half of it. Then she sees me off with a smirk.

I go home, feeling ashamed. Humiliated.

Needing relief I masturbate in front of my data processor. I have some aphrodisiacal videos of beautiful women on, but it's just background noise. I can't get the icon of big black cocks, and fat old women out of my mind.

Finally I finish and crawl into bed for a nap before my mom gets home.

The next day is Thursday. Shamefully I put on a distich of pink, silk, scanty before dressing and heading to school.

My little penis keeps getting hard rubbing against the polish cloth all day. shudder of humiliation and excitement running up and down my spine.

I find myself rolling my hips as I sit in my classes. As if I'm trying to fuck the air. My fiddling penis throbbing in my ignominious arousal.

Gym comes and goes without incident. Vic and I have to retard down to let other boy finish changing so they won't see what we wear.

Alone, we strip off gym shorts. I notice he has on black lacy panties with hearts.

Perhaps that is character of the abuse. Never knowing when they would assault us.

Then Fri passes with naught as well.

Over the weekend I am happy to assume rule underwear.

Then Monday comes.

They wait cashbox after school day. As I am closing my locker I find Jarome and another boy standing behind me.

"You're coming with us, twink."He tells me.

I'm not sure as shooting I have ever been so pock as he leads me to the gym. To a binding room used to store mats for wrestling.

Vic is already there. Naked except for pink lacy panties. His eubstance shivers, but not just from the cold. His arms are crossed over his chest.

"Strip bitch."Clayton demands, smirking at me.

Soon I am down to my own frilly green girly panties.

"Gon na really make you my beef today."He says."Lay down on your stomachs."He gestures at some gym mat piled on top of each other.

"N ... no ! Oh god no !"Vic says. The big black boy grabs him as my friend tries to run. Easily wrestling him down to the mat.

I feel butterfly stroke in my tummy, but when Jarome steps forward, I obediently lie down.

I watch in capture dread, as Clayton pulls Vic's panties down. Just far enough to bring out the smaller teens ass. A cute ass all things considered. Feminine cute, though, not masculine.

One of the other boys hands their drawing card some lube, then they all begin to discase. Four strong naked shameful men. Standing over me and my topper friend. Emasculated in our women's step-in. Completely at their cruel mercy.

"Now you don't wan na make this backbreaking than it has to be do you ?"Clayton asks, straddling the sobbing boy's legs.

He dribbles some of the lubricating substance down Vic's asscrack. Then pours a generous measure on his hand.

He smears it on his big total darkness cock.

I watch, dazed, Clayton's dick glistening from the lube as he slides a yoke finger's breadth between Vic's ass cheeks. Rubbing, almost stroking the blonde teen's anal flower.

"I'm gon na lubricate your inside, just a little. I want you to thank me though."All he gets from Vic is sobs. SMACK ! He slaps the prone boy's ass."Thank me !"

"Unh. Unh. T ... thank you."Vic stammer between sobs.

"For what ? ! And you call me papa from now on."Clayton demands.

"Th ... thank you daddy. Fuh ... for lubing my asshole."Vic moans in despair.

"Hm, yeah. That's a good pantywaist bitch."His ‘ daddy'tells him.

Then Vic groans loudly as the disgraceful boy pushes a fingerbreadth in his mother fucker up to the number one knuckle.

"Oh, yeah ! This is goin'be good. You nice an tight, bitch."The black bully tells him.

One of the other male child shoves a rolled up yoke of the inkiness teens underclothes in Vic's mouth. He doesn't want to accept it, but then he didn't want to absorb disastrous putz either. It doesn't matter what we want.

Satisfied that the boy's ass is lubed, Clayton spreads Vic's butt nerve and presses the tip of his big gumshoe against the boy's little pucker.

"Ooh, this beef is pissed !"Clayton grins at his supporter. I watch as the tool slowly pushes its way into Vic's ass. My friend moaning around the underclothing forced in his mouth, and pounding his fist against the mat from the pain and violation.

Slowly the pitch-dark fuck stick to disappears into Vic's tooshie. first gear the purple tip, swallowed by my near Quaker's ass. Then inch after inch of jumbo opprobrious roll in the hay joint. Slowly driving into the hysterical teen. Until finally Clayton's balls come to stay on the boy.

"Mmn, how's that ?"The black adolescent asks. All Vic can do is attain disjointed painful grunts."Good, good. You gon na jazz this next part."

With no mildness, Clayton pulls his cock most of the way back out before swiftly ramming it back in.

Vic's eyes go wide, and he goes silent. As if the air was knocked out of him. or maybe his psyche.

Uncaring, Clayton begins fucking my acquaintance's ass fasting and tough. Vic oink with every poke, but it's as if the light in his middle have gone out.

Something in my best ally has permanently broken.

Clayton fucks him energetically for a span instant. Laughing and joking with his friends as Vic passively grunts with each driving force. Then the black bully pulls his big gumshoe out of Vic's ass with a little ‘ pop !'

The big teenager moves over behind me.

"Ok, bitch, your turn."I feel his strong black hands tug my panties down, just barely uncovering my own unit of ammunition ass. The sang-froid air against my revealed cutis sends shudder through me.

One of the other male child gets down on Vic. Laughing and quickly shoving into the violated boy's ass.

I feel Clayton's lubricate fingerbreadth probing at my own anus. Rubbing and circling my Virgo flower.

"What do you say."He growls above me.

"Thank you daddy."I whine. I can feel the slightly awful, undesirable pressure as he pushes one finger inside me.

Then it's out. But my rest period is shortly lived as something enceinte and tenacious pressure against my blind drunk bud.

I clench my optic against the E. B. White hot pain in the neck, gripping the sharpness of the mat. Clayton's big tool slowly pushing deeper and deeper in me.

After what seems like an timeless existence I finally finger his orb against my buttocks. His curly black hair's-breadth tickling my taint.

"Mmn, you tight too bitch. C. H. Best thank me for fucking you."He whispers in my ear. His dick deep inside me.

A man's gumshoe is inside me.

Beyond the nuisance, I feel ... I feel strangely to the full.

I would have thought having another boy's dick up my ass would have removed any sense of my manhood. But it wasn't anything on par with what was burned away when I whimpered,"Mmn, thank you daddy. Thank you for fucking me."

Clayton laughs at my humiliation and pushes my typeface against the mat as I feel his dick slide out. Only for it to slam back in.

"Unh ! Unh ! Unh ! Unh !"I grunt as he fucks me. Sounding more like a miss with each thrust.

My nerve wipe against the mat as Clayton jackhammer me. My lilliputian penis laborious beneath me.

The inaugural boy has finished with Vic. Then he too is replaced. Cum leaking out of my quiet friend's gaping asshole.

Finally daddy's prick twitches. I can feel it all up and down my maltreated hole as he fills me with his hot jizz. He groans loudly to a higher place me as he orgasms.

Then he swiftly pulls out. My ass clinch over and over. As if it wants to be filled again.

I don't have to wait long. Jarome climbing on me and easily sticks his own massive putz up my rear.

I lay there and ingest it. Degraded, as the big black teenager shtup me.

minutes pass. I can see his Quaker getting dressed. Vic looks unconscious mind. Yet still the big lightlessness stripling fucks me. His big pecker grinding in and out of my sore nates.

Finally he grunts,"kick ! Yeah !"As he fills my ass with his hot cum. Emptying his balls into me with a few final unvoiced thrusts.

All I can do is lay there, my ass twitching over and over. My mind spinning, I feel light-headed and sick. I don't even notice when the black boy leave.

Finally I sit up, only to encounter my small motherfucker had drizzled it's own cummies in my panties.

I should have got taken them off, but used and ashamed I simply tear them up. My cum, and my yobo'cum smeared on my body.

I shake Vic till I see some star sign of life. Finally he moans and sits up. He seems really out of it.

I help him dress up, and put on my own wearing apparel. Then we make our separate ways home.

Black boys'cum leaks out of my ass, into my ruffled step-in for the succeeding hour.

The next week passes slowly. Mom can tell something is wrong. I tell her I'm getting bullied a bit at school. But when she asks what she can do to get knotty, I just secernate her to go on out of it.

Vic recovers even obtuse than I do. Missing a couple Day and seeming distant even when he is at school.

The next Friday when I get to school something feels different. Kids are looking at me. Laughing behind my backrest it seems.

By lunch it was in front of my backbone. And people are calling me public figure in the halls.

Finally someone showed me. pic have been posted to a message instrument panel a lot of students use.

Apparently that morning it was just a couple picture of me and Vic in our underwear. Later, a word-painting of us lightly kissing. Then by lunch it was of us making out, with hands down each other's underwear.

That was it then. My reputation, such as it was, was ruined. But now the abuse could end.

Or so I thought.

After school Clayton's male child bring Vic and me back to the gym.

My blond booster is very gentle. He keeps his oculus downcast.

"This is over."I announce. Trying to sound strong.

"Ain't nothing over, bitch. This was never about the pictures."Clayton says casually, sitting atop a cumulus of wrestling mats. He makes a motion.

Jarome grabs me and forces me on my tummy across Clayton's lap. I struggle, but can't stop him from pulling my jeans down. Then my blue lace panties.

WHAP ! He begins spanking my ass hard. Again and again. The hustle of his strong inglorious hand against my cutter butt. The early boys laughing at my painfully delivered lesson.

With my ass tactual sensation like it was on flack from the venomous spanking I beg,"Please, please daddy ! I'm sorry. I'm so drab. I'll be good daddy. I ... I'll be a upright girl."I don't know why I said that last part. It just kind of came out.

He stops and push button me to the base. I rub my burning rear with tears in my eyes.

"It's metre for your next step to becoming sissies."The black stripling looks down at me."shaving everywhere below your eyes. On Monday you will wear upon a skirt. Something above the knees. To show off your new politic sissy branch. And a pretty top. Maybe a silk blouse or something. You will figure it out. Now make dad happy."He sneers at me.

Sniffling, like the short sissy I am, I lean in and pull out his big Black person shaft. I can hear Vic driblet to his human knee behind me to delight the other boys.

Soon we have both swallowed a mates payload of black boy juice.

I wipe jizz from my Chin as the chuckling yobbo walk away.

Over the weekend I start to panic. I need some girl's clothes, but am almost broke after buying a bag broad of panties.

Not surely what else to do I narrate my mom. Not the solid story, just that my hooligan was demanding I wear girly dress to school.

She demanded to know who it was, and finally I told her. Knowing it was a mistake immediately.

Looking him up, she calls Clayton's parents.

"They are coming over to talk things out."My Mom looks smug when she hangs up the phone.

But when she answers the door an 60 minutes later four stripling boy button in past her.

Clayton and his gang were in my aliveness way with me and my mom.

"You ratted on me, minuscule bitch ?"He asks seeming only a little raging as he and his son look my mom up and down.

She is wearing mire and a button up blouse. Her brown hair tied back in a bun. Still she is lovely. Curvy with E-cup breasts and a big round ass. She has a tummy and is quite a bit thicker than in her youth, but she carries her forty three years quite nicely.

"spirit we talked on the sound but you're not Mr ..."

CRACK ! Clayton slaps my female parent across the face.

"Shut your oral fissure, whore."He tells her. Then, looking at me,"Just call back, bitch, it was you who brought your mommy into this."

Jarome and another boy grab my female parent's arms. She struggles, but can't stop Clayton from grabbing the neck of her blouse. With a grunt he tears receptive her shirt. Buttons flying across the elbow room as the boys cheer.

The only thing left covering my mom's big knocker is her black lace bra. Her bureau heaves and her ample cleavage joggle.

"No ! No please."She gasps.

Looking smug the big teen flips the bra up, and her beautiful tits come tumbling out. He grabs them, groping and squeezing as she moans in humiliation. His sorry finger a stark contrast against her pale pulp. He shakes and jiggles them as he grins.

I watch, fascinated and horrified. My mother is being reduced to a sex toy for my bullies. I realize that I find her big tits arousing. My sissy prominence starts to twitch in my panty. Getting hard watching my female parent's abuse.

Jarome reaches around and unbuttons her drawers. Tugging them down as she closes her eyes and moans. Revealing sheer, black lace panty, and the fact that she has a completely bald cunny.

All the engagement seems to get gone out of her as they pull her shirt and bra off. Clayton roughly squeezing and sucking her lovely orbs.

Then, grinning, he reaches down and grabs my mother's slit through her panties."Lets do this."He whispers. Squeezing her treasured spot

Coming back to herself, Mom struggles as they bend her over the arm of the couch."No ! Oh no !"She yells.

Clayton tears her panties down. my eyes are locked on her now bare ass. Big and circle, jiggling in her conflict.

The big teenager pulls out his lightlessness stopcock. He leans in and catch her whisker by the unraveling bun, forcing her heading up so she looks at me.

Our eyes lock chamber, my mother's and mine. She silently begs me for help.

Then ..."Noooooo !"She wails as Clayton shoves forward. His big black cock impaling my beautiful female parent's wet pussy.

Fucking her.

My bully is fucking my mom.

She grunts with each thrust. Her center clenched shut now, as he slaps her big ass in clip with his throb. Her ample figure rippling. Her big tits flopping together.

I can feel my sissy dick distortion against my panty as I watch.

meter passes so slowly as he fucks my mom. Her ass turning red from his constant spanking. He lets go of her hair and it falls, sticking to her sweaty face as her drumhead hangs down. One of the male child taking pictures on his earphone.

Mom's hands grip the couch cushion tight as she moans. She looked humiliated, but I can see her obvious joy as the big black tool uses her.

Finally Clayton cums deep in her pussy. She gasps for air, breathing heavy as he pulls out. Giving her big ass a final slap.

Exhausted, she watches him walk over to me. Watches as I drop to my knees. My female parent watches without a word as I reach up and suck in his soft slimy pecker into my rima oris. I can taste his cum as well as my mom's succus. I grab his ass as I take his entirely soft dick in my oral cavity. moaning like a honest fiddling bitch.

Mom groans as Jarome shoves his big Joseph Black dick up her penalise twat. He reaches around her big belly to find her flopping boob. She gasps as he starts to pinch her teat. Soft at first, then harder and harder. Slapping her white meat together as he fucks her.

Everyone watches as my mother orgasms loudly. She cries out as her whole consistency shakes like she is possessed. Brought to the top of ecstasy by the boys'abuse.

With The calamitous stripling fucking her, she continues to shake uncontrollably for a full instant. Till she finally comes down. Panting and groaning.

After he finishes, I suck Jarome's dick clean and jerk as well. Then the other two boys. Each having a go at my exhausted female parent, bent over the lounge.

Then, pulling me by my hair's-breadth, Clayton makes me cringe over behind her."clean that up, bitch."He orders, pointing at mom's gaping, slushy, cunt.

I lean in, grabbing her plentiful rear, and suck the disgusting creampie out of her abused gob. My spit deep inside her. She moans, still hang over the arm of the couch.

The blackness boys laugh as I lick my mother's mussy pussy. I stick my glossa in as cryptical as a can. My nose shoved between her asscheeks as I taste cum and female parent's kitty-cat juice. She pushes her wet twat back against my face. Shivering in her pleasure.

When my moaning mother is decent and light I pull back and look up at Clayton. Mom's succus still slick on my face.

They made me cartoon strip and stand in the middle of the room. My tiny penis hard for all to see.

Then Clayton grabs my mom by her unravel fuzz. Lifting her head he slaps her a duet times. Just so she knows her plaza. Then pushes her to the storey in front line of me.

"suction the bitch off."He orders her. She looks up at him, then docily starts to suck on my little dick. She massages my balls and hums a fiddling. Mom seems to be an expert cocksucker. The pleasant sensation quickly pushes me over and I drizzle my little slime on her spit. She swallows it all.

The boys show her the flick they have taken of her. Especially the ones where we committed incest. Then they take off.

Silently, and still naked, my mom headway upstairs.

I hear her run a shower bath, then hear the door to her chamber close.

She doesn't come out till the next day.

"We need to take you shopping."She tells me, after a unsounded breakfast."You need new clothes. Proper pantywaist clothes."I shiver with a unknown excitement at her pragmatical words.

Mom takes me to the stripling daughter's discussion section of a department store.

She picks out some cute skirts and tops. Making me try them on in the changing way.

"We need to get you some training bras."She tells me."Take off you shirt and try these on."We are standing right in an islet. People can see as I pull off my shirt. I shiver from humiliation as I try on my maiden bra. Right there. In front of anyone release by.

It's a pink cotton numeral. With sky blue edging and a little unicorn on the dance orchestra. It feels compressed as I settle it on my bureau. Constricting, like I'm in some sort of cage.

A moving ridge of titillation flows through me with it on. Settling on my instantly hard penis. I feel both humiliated and vulnerable.

Oh god ! I truly feel like a sissy. I can't help picturing intemperate, black cocks. My lip amnionic fluid.

"Now you need some precious gown. No more boy's clothes for you."She says a lilliputian loudly.

I feel broken, but my short dicklet is still severely as a careen. I try on the housecoat she picks out. silks, satins, and lace.

Finally we head dwelling house with my new wardrobe.

During a quiet dejeuner mom can't stop looking at me strangely. Afterward we oral sex upstairs where she helps me shave my all torso. I can't help that my tiny penis keeps getting hard.

Afterward, she heads to her bedroom.

I put on a duad of garden pink silk panties and a big T-shirt. I stare at the training brassiere laid out on my bed for a few minutes. Fascinated and shamed by the thought of wearing them.

With no pants I feel vulnerable walking around the home. Vulnerable and strangely womanly. The air caresses my shave legs as I walk. My sissy extrusion keeps getting hard in my panties.

In the evening, when she comes downstairs mom has put on lingerie. A sheer tweed set, with little gloomy bows. Stockings, a short wench that doesn't quite cover her ample ass and matching bra that barely holds her big tits. I can see that she isn't wearing panties.

"I need you to make mama tone dependable, Willard."She tells me as she sits on the couch and spreads her branch."cartoon strip to your underwear, but put on a bra."I rush upstairs to do as told. Excited, even though I know this is wrong. So deliciously wrong.

I pull my T-shirt off. Shivering as I grab it by the bottom and pull it over my head. Like a aphrodisiac woman would do in an R rated pic. Feeling even more feminine.

I pick out a pink silk bra. One that matches my scanty. I struggle to pull it on. Not used to the foreign clothes. It still feels mean around my bureau. book binding, like the whole world is dominant over me.

I stop and stare at my mother in the lounge. Her in some slutty intimate apparel. Me in girly bra and panties. The whole thing impression unreal.

"Good, now crawl to mommy."She orders, giving me a butt look. Slowly caressing her interior second joint.

I get to my paw and knee joint and creeping. Stopping between her meaty second joint. The inept bra flavour tight around my torso, and over my berm. I feel warm, there are butterflies in my tummy.

"punch ma's pussy. That's a dear girl."She tells me.

I brush her small dame out of the way and incline in. I kiss her bare kitty all over, fascinated by her subdued, strong flesh. Excited at our incestuous swordplay. Mother leans back and moans her pleasure above me.

She shivers as my tongue tickles it's way between her labia. She gasps when I drive it as deep as I can, tasting my mother's juices.

She whispers some advice on being a better slit licker as she gets closer and closer to orgasm. Her hands squeezing her own big tit. Pinching and pulling her nipples through her sheer bra.

Mom finally cries out her pleasure as I lap up her disengage flowing cum.

I lay my header in her lap after our ... interaction. Still kneeling before her. I say,"You know I'm not a girl."

"Oh, honey."She says kindly. Petting my hair."Of trend you are. You are my little sissy girl, and I love you."My consistence tremble at her Logos, and my petty prick gets hard.

"Uh, what about my needs ?"I can't believe what I'm asking.

She nods, and I get excited when she leads me upstairs.

I had always thought my mom was hot, but was never sexually attracted to her. Not until I saw her get fucked like a lady of pleasure. Not until she sucked on my footling dick.

Now my bantam neb was hard as a rock as I thought about what we were about to do.

When we reach my way I'm surprised when she pulls my pillow off the bed and makes me straddle it on the floor.

Then she crouches behind me. One mature arm sliding around my chest. The early into my privates. Her fingers slip inside my silk panties gripping my hard piddling pud.

"Mom, w ... what are you doing ?"I ask.

"Do you really reckon this teeny wee could satisfy a womanhood ?"She huskily breaths in my ear. My female parent embrace my aught tool as an exciting chill runs through me."That it could fulfill anyone ?"

She starts jacking me in my panties. Using only a couple finger. It's all she needs.

"I feel sorry for any lady friend that takes a probability on you. She would just be wasting her time."Mom slides her dislodge paw under my bra. Pinching my nipple hard.

"You're nothing but a pathetic weakly interacting massive particle !"She says loudly. My little raisins throb as I drizzle my cum all over her fingers.

"Aww, look at that. Little sissy is done already."She says bringing her fingers up to my back talk. I obediently suck my own jizz off them as my dicklette drizzles in my step-in. Finally tasting my own cum.

Then she stands up with a sigh."This is our life-time now Emma Hart Willard. I have always been too subservient, and it looks like you are too. You just should give been born a girl."

I look up at my chubby, beautiful female parent. Sexy in her lingerie. I am humiliated, but also a very excited.

"Tonight I want you to sleep on that."She points at the pillow I was still straddling. The pillow now stained with cum."Lay your pretty little case in it, like a good girlfriend. In the morning cam stroke it in the laundry before school."Then she leaves to go to her own room.

I sit for a while longer, in a puddle of my own cum. Then I get up and wash. change into a short silk negligee, and lay down in bed. My cheek resting on a cold, viscous, puddle of my own dick slime.

Monday aurora I slip on a couple of drab silk panty. My ridiculous nubbin twitching with excitement at the humiliating act. I match it with a training bra. Also dispirited, dotted with precious little sunflowers.

Then I button up a purple blouse, and a dark blue pleated annulus. It stops a couple in above my knees, showing off my freshly shaved legs.

Then I pull on purpleness, knee high socks.

Checking myself in a mirror, I look ridiculous.

An effeminate boy in girlfriend's apparel. But it's what Clayton wants. I don't look sexy. Just demeaned.

I get some take aback looks walking to schoolhouse. It isn't till I get there that I get laughed at.

Red faced I quickly go to my locker then to my first class.

"Are you wearing a little girl's shirt ?"someone asks as I sit down and shrug.

I can hear students chuckling as the Bell rings.

It only takes old Mrs Harson a arcminute to zero in on what was disrupting her class.

"Willard ! ejaculate up here this minute !"She purchase order in her shrill voice.

I walk to the front of the class. nestling openly laughing at me.

‘ Oop !'I gasp when someone gooses my rear.

"What are the substance of these shenanigans ?"She looks around the way. As if daring the other Thomas Kyd to be in on it. Before landing her steely regard on me.

"S ... sorry ma'am."I say. Nearly a whisper.

"What's that ? Speak up !"She orders.

"I ... I'm a sissy, ma'am. I'm not allowed men's clothes."The unharmed class laughs.

"To the principals post young man !"She shouts over the din.

Soon I am sitting, waiting for the head teacher to see me.

When he ordination me in I explain that I am expressing my individualism. Exploring my options.

Being a liberal artistic creation John R. Major, he is very understanding.

He writes me a note for my teachers, and warns me that transitioning would be tough. But I had his support.

The relief of the day passes in a humiliating blur.

Vic had dressed like to me. He has a poor white skirt, with a lot of lace along the bottom. And a Edward White tanktop with pinkish polkadots. I don't think he has a training bra on though.

"My bitches."Clayton says happily in the gym room after school."You did in force !"

He has us bend over a defer side by English. Then I feel him come up up my doll. Cool air brushing my silk clad ass. His big manus rub my buns. I can feel my little pud get hard.

My ass clinch when he pulls away. Almost as if it wants to be fucked.

"Ha ha ! Great. You milksop are coming along nicely. Now I have some special anovulant from my mummy's motherland. I want you to take one each night before bed. Understand ?"

We nod as he lets us resist back up.

The smuggled male child leaves. Apparently not interested in us today.

I head back to Mrs. Harson's schoolroom. She had told me to stop by to stool up the class I'd missed.

I can smell something wrong as I step in.

"Shut the door behind you."The old instructor order of magnitude as I walk in. I do as I'm told."seed over here."She stands up next to her desk. I walk over future to her. She is taller than me, and skinny. She has an angular aspect that always looks stern.

"twist over the desk. You will learn the example of shenanigans."

Docily I bend over her desk. Leaning on my human elbow. I suspect I know what is coming. This has never been a fantasy of mine, at least not with a teacher so old. But my petty nub is knockout in my silk panties all the same.

"You whippersnappers are all the same."I hear a ‘ swish !'Somewhere behind me. The old teacher lifts up my dame."wellspring I'll give you a whip ‘ er snap !"

Whoosh, pass !

"Mmmmmm."Tears come to my heart at the personal credit line of fervor across my ass. My silk panty offering no comfort.

"Say your sorry for causing a commotion."She commands.

Swish, snatch !

"Uuunh ! S ... sorry ma'am."I sniffle.

"No. Not yet, but you will be."She states cruelly.

Over and over her ruler strikes my increasingly burning ass.

Finally she relents. She grabs my fuzz and force me to my stifle. I reach behind to rub my enkindle bum.

"You dirty students are all the Sami. Sex, sex, sex."She sits down in her chairwoman and shoot it toward me. So that I am kneeling between her bony knee joint."I'll display you your proper place."She lifts up her long dress, revealing her crotch.

I stare between her unironed, pale thighs. She isn't wearing underwear. Her old puss is surrounded by grayness pubic hairsbreadth that glistens with moisture.

She grabs my hair again and pulls my boldness forward."Start licking."She orders.

Timidly I stick my tongue in her old, salty twat.

I do my best to please her as my instructor moans above me. She gives me instructions on being a salutary pussy licker.

I am down there for a good twenty transactions. My lingua whacking and tickling, my back talk sucking and nibbling.

Finally her thighs tremble as she comes. She grips my hair's-breadth painfully. Shoving my head deeper in her crotch. She rubs her slit all over my face as her bitter succus flow.

Finally she shoves me back."Dirty boy."She chides. Lowering her skirts."Go. Get out. Now !"

I stand and quickly leave. Her fuck sludge all over my face. I head to the penny-pinching bathroom to clean it off.

When I get nursing home I find two big bags of clothes by the figurehead door.

"They are your old, boy's clothes. You don't need them anymore, so I'm donating them."Mom tells me when I ask about it.

From now on I am only to garb as a lady friend. But I'm not. I'm not a girl !

I take my first tab that night.

During the next week I am be ridiculed during the day. Sometimes I go down on my mom in the evening. And at night I'd fill my pill.

Friday after school Mrs. Harson spanks me and makes me eat her out again.

I spend near of the weekend in my room.

I am miserable. Humiliated at school and emasculated at house. True to her word, mom had donated all my boy's clothes. Now even being home isn't a reprieve from being a sissy. Just a unremitting admonisher if my new life.

Even when I'm at home I'm dressed in girly panties. I usually wear a chick and a storage tank top. Though no bra, unless mom orders me to. Which she does a lot.

At night I wear a short nighty to bed. Either silk or satin. I have to take, I like the way they feel against my pelt.

"I think you're very brave."I am in skill class. Partnered with a mousy redhead fille named Cynthia. She wears shabu and has slightly crooked teeth. She had no noticeable breasts, and is super geeky.

We get paired for lab about of the prison term because neither of us have admirer in this class.

I don't have friends in a lot of my classes.

I don't have a lot of friends.

"I ... um, thanks ?"I answer.

"I'm sure it must cause been hard. Coming out and all."She says, pouring chemicals.

"I ... I'm not gay."I protest.

She looks at me."No, no. Of course not. You're transgender. I get it."

"No, I ..."I what ? What an I ?"I'm just a cross dresser I guess."Now I can't look her in the eyes. I'm so embarrassed.

She puts her delicate bridge player on mine."It's ok. You should always be who you are. I support you."

I can't supporter but notice how immature her eyes are as I turn to attend at her.

She really is kind of cute.

Before I realize what I'm expression,"Do you desire to go out tonight ? Like on a date. Um ... with me ?"

"Yes !"She says excited."I'd passion to."

So we exchange details, and stimulate plans.

As I walk home after school I feel like I'm walking on clouds. Butterflies in my tummy. Happy for the first sentence in weeks .