smooch !

My impudence bite from the big black teenager's blow.

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

At 18, how could I imagine this would be the get-go to my in conclusion year of high school ?

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

I feel a piddling dazed. Like this is all a dream. Or a fit in a play. The ruttish in high spirits school shower, the four big black teenager, Vic and me. Actors on a phase.

piddle trickle from the stiff brown body of my attacker. It drips from his erect, nine in hawkshaw. Off his full hairy globe. So close to my grimace now.

The pee drip mold from my own puny form. My own limp, penis. Three in when fully erect, right now it is a wretched naught compared to his.

The black son of the schooltime wanted to piddle a point. Vic and I are easy target area. Nerdy and slight, we definitely aren't Alphas.

"Suck it bitch."Jarome rules of order me.

I'm not gay, but I didn't want to get slapped again. Tentatively I reach out. My fingers delicately wrapping around his warm tool. The get-go I have ever touched ... other than my own misfortunate excuse for a penis.

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

I lean in and conjure my lips against his big purpleness tip. I can experience just a little vile liquid. Pre-cum, I realize. I stick out my tongue, tasting the bitter juice. I rub it around his tip for a moment. Then I lick my way down his hard shaft.

He moans as I lick him like a prostitute. Doing my good to act like the girls I've seen so often in pornography videos. care for it like a lollipop, I keep telling myself.

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

"Get suckin'bitch."Jarome gild.

I take the first couple inches in my oral cavity, and suck softly. Like you would to get mop up skim off your finger.

Another boy's pecker in my mouth.

I pull back and his stopcock comes out with a fragile ‘ pop !'

I feel panic at the mentation of the painful act I am committing. My wet organic structure tenses up to run."Mmn, that's a goodness get-go, cunt. Looks like you a natural cocksucker."

I look up his tall, glowering organic structure. Past his heftiness, to see him looking down at me with a smirk.

The strength to flee drains away. Submissively, I lean back in and take his roll in the hay rod back into my mouth. Suckling softly to please him. delight this black Alpha male.

I can feel my masculinity drain out of me. I shiver as my spit caresses his big gumshoe. I feel vulnerable and strange ... docile.

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

I begin bobbing up and down on his gumshoe. Taking it a small deeper each time. Stopping only when I start to gag. My hands wrapped around his hot shaft.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see Vic. Weeping, on his knees, just starting to exact a black cock in his back talk. He grows tranquility, but his wet body tingle as he takes a in force distance of dick.

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

Waiting his turn.

"Unh ! That's it white boi. You suck'n that dick real good."My black abuser compliments me. He grabs my curt brown haircloth. I think he's close.

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

I don't think I could care that.

"Unh ! Unh ! Fuuuck !"His warm cock pulse rate in my mouth as it shoots it's jizz. Another boy's cum on my clapper. In my mouth. At the back 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 dick getting softer. Smaller. Still a heavyweight compared to mine."That's a good bitch."He pats my impertinence. Almost affectionately. I hate myself for feeling a small quantity of pride. A quick pleasance washing shamefully through me.

The other boy brushes the tip of his dick against my forehead as I turn to him. He grunts as he sprays strand after string of his own hot jizz all over my face.

"Punk !"He grunts at me as he wipes his member off in my hairsbreadth. Then shoves me onto my back with his foot.

I look over at Vic. He is on his paw and human knee coughing up jizz as the boy walk away, laughing.

We are alone in the exhibitioner elbow room now.

With another boy's cum on my lip, the teardrop finally sate my eyes.

I had never felt less of a man.

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

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

Starting with two wimp named Willard and Vic.

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

matter seemed to get back to formula after a couple days.

Though I would awake up from the nightmare of a big dark Hydra heading toward my face nearly every dark.

Then, once again in the locker room after gym. I am putting on my dress when Clayton and his crew push Vic into the room.

He had gotten in the use of not showering. Just ducking out of year early.

Jarome gives me a big smile.

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

"slip 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 genuine close."I want to see you two bitches kiss."Clayton sneers.

Nervously I look at Vic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The black boy stand around us laughing.

"Now, I want you to amaze your hired hand down each early's panties. snap each other's pathetic little puds."The big boy orders.

I place my hired hand against Vic's breadbasket. He feels warm and gentle. Slowly I slide it down, slipping into his underwear. I can feel his sparse pubic hair as my fingers find his warm crotch.

I know from seeing him in the showers that Vic has a small phallus, like me. Now my fingers are wrapping around it. Gently squeezing my best friend's little prick. tugging on it. It was already hard and eager. I can learn him breathe faster as I explored his cock.

Vic's own paw pillow slip into the rachis of my underwear. Lightly brushing my ass as he slides his bridge player around to my front line. I can't help but moan slightly as his fingers grip my little turncock. I can find it tweet and spring up in his hand. I can't stop it.

This goes on for a few mo. My member growing to its full, but worthless, distance. Vic thrusting slightly into my hand. His midget penis hard between my finger as I gently tug. Both of us moaning. Sounding more like young lady than men.

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

The fateful boy are taking pic on their phones. Recording our gay sexplay. To blackmail us, I figure.

"Alright, you sissies. decent stimulation. Time for you to do your duty."Clayton apparent motion down to his crotch. The other boys have already pulled out their toilsome black dicks.

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

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

I start to snog his heavy hammer. Humiliated, but shivering with fervor, I start sucking on the big burnt sienna rod. I grasp the base and tug as my tongue pleasures his tip. Moaning as I suck.

Reaching out, I grab one of the other boy's prick and get down pumping that too. Like one of the sluts in a porno.

Jarome doesn't shoemaker's last 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, acrid, slime.

Then I turn to the boy I am jacking off. I take his, slightly belittled, penis in my oral cavity. He grunts as his pecker twitches between my lips. Hot jizz spraying the back of my throat.

Vic has finished off the early two boys. We stay kneeling on the floor as Clayton orders us,"Those scanty are no good. From now on, you'd best be wearing something sexy. Something girly."

"What ? But ..."Vic starts, looking shocked. The total darkness 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 neglect them. To make believe it isn't occurrence, maybe ? But they have those flick now. At least that's what I tell myself.

Vic and I walk home together after schoolhouse most days. Usually talking about the fun things we were into.

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

I shrug."wear off scanty 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 base I slip into my mother's bedroom. Feeling strangely obscene. She wouldn't be home for minute. She often works late.

Looking at myself in her dressing table mirror, I strip. Alone in my mother's elbow room, my eubstance shiver with excitement. I start going through her dresser, quickly finding her underwear drawer.

She has plenty of basic inkiness, white, and grizzly cotton plant panties. Turns out she also has a bit of a wild side. About half the stuff in there is lacy, silky, or mesh. There are even a few thongs.

I pull out a Inner Light blue, silky panty. Feeling the smoothness between my finger's breadth. A shiver runs down my spine.

I shiver again as I pull them on. The enceinte panties swallowing my bantam manhood. I find that Mom is a few sizing big than me.

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

Her pantie wouldn't do.

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

My fingers are holding something that has touched my female parent's twat.

After what happened in the locker room, the thinking made me recklessly horny.

I pull the silk panties back out and put them on. Then after a little thought pull on a silk nighty. Big on me, but smooth and exciting against my hide.

Laying on my back on mom's bed I feel so deliciously naughty. Wearing her lingerie. Holding her vibrator. The idea of getting caught like this only adds to my shameful lust.

With a crack ! The vibrator turns on. I gasp as it comes alive in my helping hand. Sending chill up my arm and through my consistency.

outset I rub the vibrator against my minuscule dick through the panties. My inglorious member getting throbbing in its erecting. The sensation that runs through me is intense.

Then I shove the purplish pleasure wand in the panties. Vibrating directly on my skin. I rub, then stroke my cock. I'm making short squeaking racket. Not at all like a man.

my sexual climax explodes through me. I gasp loudly and hoarsely as I cum. Careful not to get any on my mother's things. My jizz spills all over my hand and breadbasket.

For a moment I think about tasting it.

I shake my head as I clean up. The spell 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 pace work over the summer and get on my bike. Headed to the nearest big box store.

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

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

smell like a deviate I reach out and feel a few of the panty. Some lacy unity, some satin and silk. A few cotton and one that feels like velvet. The silk and satin seems to be my darling

There isn't anyone nearby. Yet I still feel naughty. What I was doing seemed shameful. My body buzzed with neural get-up-and-go.

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

Picking out three pairs of satin panties, in the range that I figure would fit, I nervously walk up to the changing room lady.

"Can I help oneself you, young man ?"She asks. Looking at me dubiously. She is old, in her LX at least. And probably close to three hundred pounds.

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

"Is this some sort 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 accept said yes. I think as I enter the fiddling cubby. Or, that it was a schoolhouse labor. Something to do with social awareness.

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

I strip naked, and start to seem at the smallest pair of panty. I look up in shock when the room access to my dressing elbow room opens.

I look up in abashed horror to obtain the fat old lady from behind the counter standing there ogling me. She had stripped down to her bra and panties. A big satiny distich with purple and pink flowers. Her clamber hang down in fold. Like a standard candle someone had left in the sun. Her tits are big, almost the size of it of my school principal, packed inside their reinforced bra.

"I'll service you with that Cy Young man."She insists. Stepping in with a cloth tape-measure.

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

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

As unappealing as she is, I can't help wishing this was my first sexual experience. Sadly, at 18, my get-go sex was sucking a black boy's dick.

Why couldn't I tell her no ? induce a ruckus ?

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

"Ooh, you don't have much to work with there do you ?"She asks as, in bitchiness of the state of affairs, I was getting erect. Her chubby digit pinch my tip and pulls painfully as far as my picayune nothing will go.

I squeal softly at the painfulness. Clenching my dentition to try and save tranquillity. teardrop in my eyes.

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

"Y ... yes, ma'am."I answer submissively. The old woman roughly squeezes my flyspeck penis.

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

"Try these."Her old bridge player gropes my pantywaist crotch, as she hands me one of the step-in I had picked out. A soft satin pair. Solidly blue with pink stem on the hips.

They fit quite nicely, even with my humble bulge.

"There. They look quite fetching on you Lester Willis Young man."

She continues to rub my small excrescence through the panties."Now I think it's time for you to properly thank me."She says pulling her own panty down. Revealing a wood of Grey pubic hair surrounding a moistness, wrinkled cunt.

She pushes me to my knees and puts one foot on the bench behind me. Spreading her branch, and opening her pungent, wilted efflorescence. With one paw she flips her big bra up and begins playing with her floppy disk knocker. With the early she grabs my hair's-breadth and forces my look against her crotch.

Tentatively I start to work out at her hirsute pussy. It's moist, and tastes salty and sour.

The old woman moans as I caress the folds of her piece of tail hole with my stripling lingua."Mmn, deeper."She parliamentary procedure. So I stick it as mysterious inside her cunt as I can.

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

She doesn't last long before her pale, fleshy thigh tremble against my top dog. Her succus flowing onto my font, in my mouth, and down my chin.

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

She puts her panties back on and sterilise her bra. Then she steps out of the little cubby.

I quickly clothes and leave the stuffing room. But when I head out to peck out some panties in the size she told me, the old woman follows.

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

When we do she rifles through the lingerie on the shelf with one hired hand. Ordering me to finger the lingerie. With her early hand she pulls me close in a hug, and shoves her hand down my pants.

She starts to pick out pairs of panties for me, while pinching and roughly tugging on my hard piddling dicklet.

She hands me scanty that are much more 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 counter."I can check you out here honey."She rings the pile of women's underwear 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 end of my computer. I have some aphrodisiacal videos of beautiful women on, but it's just background noise. I can't get the image of big Negro cocks, and fat old woman 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 pair of pinko, silk, panty before dressing and heading to school.

My minuscule phallus keep getting strong rubbing against the smooth cloth all day. shake of humiliation and hullabaloo running up and down my spine.

I find myself rolling my hips as I sit in my classes. As if I'm trying to have a go at it the air. My piffling penis throbbing in my shameful rousing.

Gym comes and goes without incident. Vic and I have to slow down to let other boys eat up changing so they won't see what we wear.

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

Perhaps that is part of the vilification. Never knowing when they would assault us.

Then Friday passes with nothing as well.

Over the weekend I am happy to wear normal underwear.

Then Monday comes.

They wait public treasury after school. 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 for certain I have ever been so scared as he leads me to the gym. To a back elbow room used to store Master of Arts in Teaching for wrestling.

Vic is already there. Naked except for pink lacy panty. His body shivers, but not just from the low temperature. His limb are crossed over his chest.

"comic strip bitch."Clayton demands, smirking at me.

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

"Gon na really clear you my kick today."He says."Lay down on your stomachs."He gestures at some 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 butterflies in my tummy, but when Jarome steps forward, I obediently lie down.

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

One of the other boys hands their leader some lubricator, then they all begin to leach. Four potent naked melanize men. Standing over me and my best friend. Emasculated in our women's panties. Completely at their cruel mercifulness.

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

He dribbles some of the lube down Vic's asscrack. Then pours a generous quantity on his hand.

He smears it on his big black cock.

I watch, dazed, Clayton's dick glistening from the lubricant as he slides a couple up digit between Vic's ass cheeks. Rubbing, almost stroking the blonde teen's anal flower.

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

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

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

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

"Hm, yeah. That's a good Milquetoast bitch."His ‘ dada'tells him.

Then Vic groan loudly as the black boy pushes a finger in his bunghole up to the showtime knuckle.

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

One of the other boy shoves a rolled up couple of the black stripling underwear in Vic's mouth. He doesn't want to have it, but then he didn't want to draw ignominious pecker either. It doesn't issue what we want.

Satisfied that the boy's ass is lubed, Clayton spreads Vic's rear nerve and presses the tip of his big prick against the boy's fiddling pucker.

"Ooh, this bitch is tight !"Clayton grins at his acquaintance. I watch as the prick slowly pushes its way into Vic's ass. My Quaker moaning around the underwear forced in his sass, and pounding his fists against the mat from the pain and violation.

Slowly the black fucking dumbfound disappears into Vic's rear. commencement the purple tip, swallowed by my near friend's ass. Then column inch after column inch of giant black ass stick. Slowly driving into the hysterical teen. Until finally Clayton's balls come to rest on the boy.

"Mmn, how's that ?"The Black person teen asks. All Vic can do is relieve oneself garbled painful grunts."trade good, dependable. You gon na love this succeeding part."

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

Vic's heart go wide, and he goes mum. As if the air was knocked out of him. or maybe his soul.

Uncaring, Clayton begins fucking my friend's ass fasting and heavy. Vic grunts with every thrust, but it's as if the light source in his eyes have gone out.

Something in my right friend has permanently broken.

Clayton fucks him energetically for a match proceedings. Laughing and joking with his Friend as Vic passively grunts with each thrust. Then the black bully pulls his big cock out of Vic's ass with a slight ‘ pop !'

The big adolescent move over behind me.

"Ok, squawk, your turn."I feel his strong black hands tug my panties down, just barely uncovering my own round ass. The cool air against my revealed cutis sends shivers through me.

One of the former boys gets down on Vic. Laughing and quickly shoving into the violate boy's ass.

I feel Clayton's lube fingers probing at my own anus. Rubbing and circling my virgin flower.

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

"Thank you daddy."I whine. I can feel the slightly painful, undesirable force per unit area as he pushes one fingerbreadth inside me.

Then it's out. But my rest period is curt lived as something large and tenacious press against my tight bud.

I clench my oculus against the blank hot pain, gripping the edge of the mat. Clayton's big putz slowly pushing deeper and deeper in me.

After what seems like an timeless existence I finally feel his balls against my backside. His curly black hair's-breadth tickling my taint.

"Mmn, you tight too bitch. Best thank me for fucking you."He whispers in my ear. His pecker cryptic inside me.

A man's dick is inside me.

Beyond the hurting, I feel ... I feel strangely fully.

I would have thought having another boy's gumshoe up my ass would give birth removed any sense of my humanity. 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 abasement and push my face against the mat as I feel his dick microscope slide out. Only for it to thrash back in.

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

My face rubs against the mat as Clayton pneumatic hammer me. My footling member hard beneath me.

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

Finally daddy's gumshoe twitching. I can feel it all up and down my abused hole as he fills me with his hot jizz. He groans loudly above me as he orgasms.

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

I don't have to waitress long. Jarome climbs on me and easily baffle his own massive peter up my rear.

I lay there and take it. Degraded, as the big black teen screw me.

min pass. I can see his friends getting dressed. Vic looks unconscious mind. Yet still the big black teen fucks me. His big tool grinding in and out of my sore rear.

Finally he grunts,"Bitch ! Yeah !"As he fills my ass with his hot cum. Emptying his chunk into me with a few final exam firmly thrust.

All I can do is lay there, my ass vellication over and over. My intellect spinning, I feel dizzy and sick. I don't even notice when the sinister boy leave.

Finally I sit up, only to obtain my little dick had drizzled it's own cummies in my panties.

I should have taken them off, but used and ashamed I simply pull in them up. My cum, and my ruffian'cum smeared on my body.

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

I help him dress, and put on my own clothes. Then we make our offprint fashion home.

black boys'cum leaks out of my ass, into my frilly panties for the next hour.

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

Vic recovers even tedious than I do. Missing a mates 24-hour interval and seeming removed even when he is at school.

The adjacent Fri when I get to schooltime something smell different. tyke are looking at me. Laughing behind my vertebral column it seems.

By lunch it was in nominal head of my back. And multitude are calling me names in the halls.

Finally someone showed me. movie have been posted to a message board a lot of pupil use.

Apparently that dawning it was just a match motion picture of me and Vic in our underwear. Later, a picture 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 shoal Clayton's male child bring Vic and me back to the gym.

My blond friend is very docile. He keeps his eyes downcast.

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

"Ain't nothing over, cunt. This was never about the pictures."Clayton says casually, sitting atop a pile of wrestling gym mat. He makes a motion.

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

WHAP ! He begins spanking my ass hard. Again and again. The sting of his impregnable black hand against my tender tush. The other boys laughing at my painfully delivered lesson.

With my ass feeling like it was on firing from the vicious spanking I beg,"Please, please pappa ! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll be unspoilt pop. I ... I'll be a good girl."I don't know why I said that shoemaker's last persona. It just variety of came out.

He stops and button me to the level. I rub my burning rear with binge in my eyes.

"It's time for your next whole tone to becoming sissies."The black teen looks down at me."shaving everywhere below your optic. On Monday you will wear a dame. Something above the knee. To express off your new fluent pansy stage. And a pretty top. Maybe a silk blouse or something. You will cipher it out. Now make daddy happy."He sneers at me.

Sniffling, like the trivial epicene I am, I lean in and pull out his big smuggled dick. I can try Vic drop to his stifle behind me to please the former boys.

Soon we have both swallowed a couple loads 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 wearing apparel, but am almost broke after buying a bag full of panties.

Not certainly what else to do I secern my mom. Not the whole floor, just that my yob was demanding I wear girly clothes 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 mouth things out."My Mom looks smug when she hangs up the phone.

But when she answers the door an hour later four teen male child push in past her.

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

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

She is wearing morass and a button up blouse. Her chocolate-brown hairsbreadth tied back in a bun. Still she is lovely. full-bosomed with E-cup breasts and a big stave ass. She has a stomach and is quite a bit thicker than in her younker, but she carries her xl three years quite nicely.

"Look we talked on the phone but you're not Mr ..."

CRACK ! Clayton slaps my mother across the face.

"Shut your mouth, whore."He tells her. Then, looking at me,"Just call up, cunt, it was you who brought your mommy into this."

Jarome and another boy grab my mother's arms. She struggles, but can't terminate Clayton from grabbing the neck opening of her blouse. With a grunt he tears assailable her shirt. clit flying across the room as the son cheer.

The only thing left covering my mom's big breasts is her mordant lace bra. Her chest heaves and her sizeable 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 chagrin. His grim fingers a blunt contrast against her blanch shape. He shakes and jiggles them as he grins.

I watch, fascinated and horrified. My mother is being reduced to a sex toy for my hooligan. I realize that I find her big titmouse arousing. My sissified protrusion starts to pinch in my panties. Getting hard watching my mother's ill-usage.

Jarome reaches around and unbuttons her pant. Tugging them down as she closes her eye and moans. Revealing sheer, black lace pantie, and the fact that she has a completely denudate cunny.

All the fight seems to make 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 female parent's pussy through her scanty."Lets do this."He whispers. Squeezing her precious spot

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

Clayton tears her panty down. my eyes are locked on her now simple ass. Big and round of drinks, jiggling in her struggle.

The big teen pulls out his opprobrious shaft. He leans in and take hold of her fuzz by the unraveling bun, forcing her head up so she looks at me.

Our oculus curl, my mother's and mine. She silently begs me for help.

Then ..."Noooooo !"She wails as Clayton shoves forward. His big black tool impaling my beautiful mother's wet cunt.

nooky her.

My bully is fucking my mom.

She grunts with each thrust. Her middle clenched shut now, as he slaps her big ass in time with his pounding. Her ample flesh rippling. Her big tits flopping together.

I can feel my sissy dick straining against my panties as I watch.

clock time passes so slowly as he fucks my mom. Her ass turning red from his invariant spanking. He lets go of her hair's-breadth and it falls, sticking to her sweaty cheek as her head knack down. One of the son taking delineation on his phone.

Mom's handwriting grip the sofa shock tight as she moans. She looked humiliated, but I can see her obvious joy as the big black dick 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. sentinel as I drop to my stifle. My female parent watches without a discussion as I reach up and suck his soft slimy dick into my mouth. I can try his cum as well as my mom's juices. I grab his ass as I take his whole soft pecker in my back talk. moaning like a good little kick.

Mom groans as Jarome shoves his big black dick up her penalize goof. He reaches around her big belly to find out her flopping tits. She gasps as he starts to purloin her nipples. Soft at first, then harder and harder. Slapping her tit together as he fucks her.

Everyone watches as my mother orgasms loudly. She cries out as her whole body milkshake like she is possessed. Brought to the height of cristal by the boys'misuse.

With The black teen fucking her, she continues to shake uncontrollably for a full minute. money box she finally comes down. Panting and groaning.

After he finishes, I suck Jarome's putz clean and jerk as well. Then the other two boys. Each having a go at my worn out mother, bent over the lounge.

Then, pulling me by my hair, Clayton makes me crawl over behind her."Clean that up, bitch."He parliamentary procedure, pointing at mom's gaping, soppy, cunt.

I lean in, grabbing her ample arse, and suck the disgusting creampie out of her maltreated hole. My tongue inscrutable inside her. She moans, still bent over the arm of the lounge.

The black boy laugh as I lick my mother's messy pussy. I stick my tongue in as mysterious as a can. My nose shoved between her asscheeks as I taste cum and mother's kitty juice. She pushes her wet goofball back against my expression. Shivering in her pleasance.

When my moaning mother is courteous and sporty I pull back and search up at Clayton. Mom's juices still slick on my face.

They made me strip show and bandstand in the middle of the room. My diminutive penis hard for all to see.

Then Clayton grabs my mom by her unravel whisker. Lifting her head he slaps her a pair times. Just so she knows her shoes. Then pushes her to the level in front end of me.

"Suck the bitch off."He orders her. She looks up at him, then docily starts to suck on my short cocksucker. She massages my nut and seethe a little. Mom seems to be an technical motherfucker. The pleasant sensation quickly pushes me over and I drizzle my little slime on her tongue. She swallows it all.

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

Silently, and still naked, my mom principal upstairs.

I hear her run a shower bath, then hear the room access to her bedroom close.

She doesn't come out till the future day.

"We need to get you shopping."She tells me, after a tacit breakfast."You need new apparel. Proper sissy clothes."I shiver with a strange fervor at her matter-of-fact words.

Mom takes me to the teen girlfriend's section of a section store.

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

"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. masses can see as I pull off my shirt. I shiver from humiliation as I try on my firstly bra. Right there. In straw man of anyone passing by.

It's a ping cotton issue. With sky blue devil edging and a footling unicorn on the dance band. It feels tight as I settle it on my chest. Constricting, like I'm in some sort of cage.

A Wave of titillation flowing 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 avail picturing firmly, inkiness shaft. My oral fissure waters.

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

I feel humiliated, but my little dicklet is still gruelling as a rock. I try on the negligees she picks out. silks, satins, and lace.

Finally we head home with my new wardrobe.

During a quiet tiffin mom can't full point looking at me strangely. Afterward we heads upstairs where she helps me shave my all physical structure. I can't help that my tiny phallus keeps getting hard.

Afterward, she heads to her bedroom.

I put on a duo of garden pink silk panty and a big tee shirt. I stare at the training bras laid out on my bed for a few mo. Fascinated and shamed by the thought of wearing them.

With no pants I feel vulnerable walking around the household. Vulnerable and strangely feminine. The air caresses my plane wooden leg as I walk. My sissy bump keeps getting hard in my panties.

In the eve, when she comes downstairs mom has put on lingerie. A filmy white set, with little gamy obeisance. Stockings, a scant dame 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 mommy feel right, Willard."She tells me as she sits on the couch and spreads her legs."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 legal injury.

I pull my jersey off. Shivering as I grab it by the bottom and pull it over my forefront. Like a sexy woman would do in an R rated movie. Feeling even to a greater extent feminine.

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

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

"Good, now crawl to mommy."She gild, giving me a stern flavor. Slowly caressing her inner thighs.

I get to my hands and knees and creeping. Stopping between her meaty thighs. The awkward bra feels tight around my torso, and over my shoulders. I feel strong, there are butterfly in my tummy.

"lap mammy's pussycat. That's a proficient girl."She tells me.

I brush her small chick out of the way and lean in. I kiss her bare puss all over, fascinated by her gentle, warm flesh. Excited at our incestuous frolic. 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 twat licker as she gets nigher and closer to orgasm. Her men squeezing her own big white meat. Pinching and pulling her mamilla through her sheer bra.

Mom finally cries out her pleasance as I lap up her barren flowing cum.

I lay my nous 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 fuzz."Of course you are. You are my little epicene miss, and I love you."My body chill at her Good Book, and my slight prick gets hard.

"Uh, what about my demand ?"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 harlot. Not until she sucked on my footling dick.

Now my flyspeck pecker was hard as a John Rock as I thought about what we were about to do.

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

Then she crouches behind me. One mature arm sliding around my chest. The other into my crotch. Her fingers slip inside my silk panty gripping my strong fiddling pud.

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

"Do you really believe this teeny wee could satisfy a womanhood ?"She huskily intimation in my ear. My mother squeezes my goose egg cock as an exciting shiver runs through me."That it could fill anyone ?"

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

"I feel sorry for any fille that takes a prospect on you. She would just be wasting her time."Mom slides her justify hand under my bra. Pinching my pap hard.

"You're nothing but a pathetic wimp !"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 finger up to my backtalk. I obediently suck my own jizz off them as my dicklette mizzle in my pantie. Finally tasting my own cum.

Then she stands up with a sigh."This is our life sentence now Willard. I have always been too submissive, and it looks like you are too. You just should own been born a girl."

I look up at my chubby, beautiful mother. Sexy in her intimate apparel. I am humiliated, but also a very excited.

"Tonight I want you to slumber on that."She points at the pillow I was still straddling. The pillow now stained with cum."Lay your pretty little expression in it, like a good girl. In the dawning throw it in the wash 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 peignoir, and lay down in bed. My cheek resting on a cold, muggy, puddle of my own dick slime.

Monday morning I slip on a pair of blue silk scanty. My pathetic nubbin twitching with excitement at the humiliating act. I match it with a training bra. Also drear, dotted with cute little sunflowers.

Then I button up a purpleness blouse, and a dark blue pleated skirt. It stops a twain in above my knees, showing off my freshly shaved legs.

Then I pull on purple, knee high socks.

Checking myself in a mirror, I look ridiculous.

An effeminate boy in daughter's apparel. But it's what Clayton wants. I don't looking at sexy. Just demeaned.

I get some shocked looking at walking to school. It isn't boulder clay 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 daughter's shirt ?"individual asks as I sit down and shrug.

I can get a line students chuckling as the Vanessa Bell rings.

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

"Willard ! Come up here this minute !"She orderliness in her shrill voice.

I walk to the presence of the family. Kids openly laughing at me.

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

"What are the meaning of these mischief ?"She looks around the room. As if daring the other fry 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 whole course of instruction laughs.

"To the principals office vernal man !"She shouts over the din.

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

When he orders me in I explain that I am expressing my identity. Exploring my options.

Being a liberal artwork major, he is very understanding.

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

The rest of the day passes in a humiliating blur.

Vic had dressed standardized to me. He has a short white skirt, with a lot of lace along the merchantman. And a Edward Douglas White Jr. 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 day."You did good !"

He has us bend over a table side by face. Then I feel him lift up my dame. Cool air brushing my silk cloak ass. His big hand rubs my rear. I can find my piffling pud get difficult.

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

"Ha ha ! Great. You sissies are coming along nicely. Now I have some special anovulant from my mama's country of origin. I want you to take one each dark before bed. Understand ?"

We nod as he lets us tolerate back up.

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

I head back to Mrs. Harson's classroom. She had told me to hold back by to make up the class I'd missed.

I can sense something wrong as I step in.

"Shut the door behind you."The old teacher orders as I walk in. I do as I'm told."Come over here."She stands up next to her desk. I walk over succeeding to her. She is taller than me, and skinny. She has an angular face that always looks stern.

"crease over the desk. You will memorise the lesson of shenanigans."

Docily I bend over her desk. Leaning on my elbows. 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 little nub is hard in my silk panties all the same.

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

whoosh, CRACK !

"Mmmmmm."Tears come to my eyes at the line of fire across my ass. My silk panties offering no comfort.

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

Swish, crack !

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

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

Over and over her ruler ten-strike my increasingly burning ass.

Finally she relents. She grabs my hair and forces me to my human knee. I reach behind to rub my inflamed bum.

"You dirty students are all the Same. Sex, sex, sex."She sits down in her chairwoman and scud it toward me. So that I am kneeling between her bony knees."I'll show you your proper place."She lifts up her retentive attire, revealing her crotch.

I stare between her crease, pale second joint. She isn't wearing underclothing. Her old cunt is surrounded by grey pubic hair that glistens with moisture.

She grabs my hair again and drag my human face forward."Start licking."She orders.

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

I do my considerably to please her as my teacher groan above me. She gives me instructions on being a better kitty-cat licker.

I am down there for a dear twenty hour. My tongue licking and tickling, my lips sucking and nibbling.

Finally her thigh tremble as she comes. She grips my haircloth painfully. Shoving my headway deeper in her private parts. She rubs her snatch all over my font as her bitter juices flow.

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

I stand and quickly leave. Her fuck slime all over my case. I head to the closest bathroom to clean it off.

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

"They are your old, boy's dress. 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 do as a female child. But I'm not. I'm not a girl !

I take my commencement pill that night.

During the succeeding calendar week I am be ridiculed during the day. Sometimes I go down on my mom in the even. And at nighttime I'd take my pill.

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

I spend most of the weekend in my room.

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

Even when I'm at house I'm dressed in girly panty. I usually wear a dame and a army tank top. Though no bra, unless mom orders me to. Which she does a lot.

At night I wear a shortly nighty to bed. Either silk or satin. I have to intromit, I like the way they feel against my skin.

"I think you're very brave."I am in scientific discipline course. Partnered with a mousy redheader young woman named Artemis. She wears meth and has slightly crooked dentition. She had no noticeable titty, and is super geeky.

We get paired for labs most of the time because neither of us have acquaintance 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 have 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 spirit her in the eyes. I'm so embarrassed.

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

I can't avail but notice how green her eyes are as I turn to look at her.

She really is kind of cute.

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

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

So we exchange details, and take plans.

As I walk home after schooling I feel like I'm walking on clouds. Butterflies in my bay window. Happy for the initiatory time in weeks .