Date: Sun, 29 Feb 2004 15:44:05 -0800 (PST) From: Wendi Subject: Kissing Kousins - Part 3 - School Daze 'Kissing Kousins - Part 3 - School Daze' {Wendi} ( real bg bb b^b g^b F^b inc spank ) [3!3] Labor Day had come and gone and it was now time for me to start the 3rd Grade. There I was, in my tender ninth year, and I had already sucked the cocks of four different boys, eaten the pussies of two girl cousins, and gotten fucked in the ass by my older cousin, Johnny. All of this in one long hot summer! As part of my continuing punishment for dressing and acting like a girl, my Dad made me start school with my long permed hair and pink nail polish. Although I had to wear a boy's shirt and tie and pants (which I really abhorred), underneath I wore a camisole and cotton panties. I also was made to wear lace-trimmed anklets and black Mary Jane's. Though all my girl classmates were nice to me and treated me like one of them, almost all of the boys were unmercifully cruel. I was teased, called names, and had my hair pulled daily. A few times I was beaten up. The only friend that I really had was Raymond. Raymie was an effeminate bisexual, as was I, and he went through a lot of the same bullying to which I had been subjected. He wanted me for his 'girlfriend,' and I was more than happy to oblige him. We would go down to my basement, sit on the old sofa, and make out. We would start out French kissing and then drop our pants or panties, as the case may be, and feel each other's cocks and balls. We would then take turns giving each other blowjobs. The only other solace was at home with my sister, Carolyn. Carrie was six, and she rather liked the thought of having an older 'sister' instead of a brother. I would play 'dolls' with her and do cutouts and other girlie things. I had to make sure she took a bath and a lot of times, I would get in the tub with her, and wash her, paying particular attention to the cracks of her pussy and little butt. She would allow me total access and would actually purr like a kitten when I touched those private areas. We shared a room and bed, and had the most delightful times prior to falling asleep for the night. We would take off our 'pj's' under the covers and bestow kisses and licks all over each other's bodies. She liked me to lick between her pussy lips and tickle her asshole with my tongue. I showed Carrie how to suck dicks and I was the first to fuck her little virgin cunt. She turned out to be a bisexual nympho, and was the biggest slut all through grade and high schools. Later on she became a prostitute, and finally a very rich madam with a whole stable of call girls. I must have started her out right! At school I played with the girls at recess and lunchtime. I had become quite adept at hopscotch and jump rope, but 'Double Dutch' used to throw me, literally. The boys would usually be running around like 'wild Indians,' playing tag and other noisy games, and for sport they would harass, and push and shove Raymie and me around. They would go out of their way to run into me to see if they could knock me down. Many times I would fall and hurt myself and start crying, and then the torment would really commence. I'd be laughed at, called sissy and queer and fag, among many other really nasty names. My long curls would get pulled constantly, and the toes of my patent leather pumps were always being stepped on and scuffed. Sister Lucas got tired of having to save me everyday, and there didn't seem to be anything that she could do to make the boys stop torturing me. Sister Superior called my parents to school after a few weeks, and suggested that they transfer me to another school before I really got injured. My Mom and Dad made arrangements for me to transfer to St. Paul's, the school that Lollie attended. Sister Norbert, the Sister Superior, changed my 'permanent' records, and I was enrolled as a girl! An 'a' was added to my name and I was now officially 'Edwina.' I was now Wendi instead of Eddie! I couldn't have been more thrilled! Since I was now a 'girl,' I now got to wear only girl's clothes, but now my Mom and I had to go out for a fall wardrobe. I would need a new coat and jacket in addition to other after-school clothes. The girls wore uniforms at school, so I wouldn't need too much there. The uniforms consisted of white short- sleeved cotton blouses and navy blue skirts. The nuns were strict about the length of the skirts. The girls had to kneel up straight on the floor and the hems of the skirts had to at least touch the ground. Mom walked me over to St. Paul's for my first day. I wore the required uniform along with lace-trimmed white anklets, my Mary Jane's, and a red ribbon in my hair. I think that I was absolutely the prettiest 'girl' in my class. Underneath I wore a full nylon slip and cotton panties. Outwardly, all of us 'girls' were basically all dressed the same. The boys actually had more latitude in what they were required to wear. Although they had to wear shirts and ties just like I did at St. Peter's, they could be any color, whether or not they clashed. The requirements for the boys' trousers were that they be semi-casual or dress pants with belts - no jeans. Lollie was in the 4th Grade, a class ahead of mine, so I didn't see her on my first day. The following day, however, she spotted me at recess, and came running up to me. "What're you doing here, Wendi?" she asked breathlessly after her game of jump rope. "I just transferred here yesterday, Lollie." I said, thankful that she didn't blow my cover. "How come?" she asked. "The boys in my class were real mean to me at St. Peter's after my Dad made me go to school in my long curls and Mary Jane's." I told her. "They picked on me, and tortured me, and even beat me up, so please don't tell anybody here that I'm a boy!" "I won't, so long as you do things when I want you to." she said. "Like what?" I asked, apprehensively. "I'll let you know if and when. Bye. See ya later." I didn't like the sound of that! Lollie may be my second cousin, but she could be a real brat and little stinker when she wanted to be. I couldn't be worrying about Lollie. This was my second day in a new school and I thought that I'd better be making some new friends. Both the girls and boys in my new class were great, and they all stood up in class to introduce themselves to me after Sister Barbara introduced me to them. They were all much cuter than the children at my old school were, or so I thought, especially the boys. And at least here, none of the kids except Lollie knew who I really was, a boy in girls' clothing. At lunchtime, several of the girls invited me to play hopscotch, and they were amazed at how good I was at this game. They marveled at how accurately I could toss my lag to get it to land on the right number time after time. I became sort of a minor celebrity, and whenever we played teams, they all vied for my presence. Two of the girls, Patti and Cathy, became very good friends of mine. Patti was a fair-skinned cherubic little redhead, and Cathy was a tall dark athletic brunette; both were quite pretty. We made quite a striking trio, as I was a very pretty blond, and we stood out in contrast to one another. A few of the boys liked me pretty well. Mickey and Timmy were my favorites, in part because they sought out every opportunity to press against me and rub their bodies against mine, but mostly because they were genuinely nice to me. They were quite a change from the boys who tortured me at my old school, but they were kind of horny. My summer boyfriend, Billy, also went to this school, but he was in the fifth grade and totally engrossed with Sandy, so I only got an occasional glimpse of him. I don't know if he didn't see me, forgot about me, didn't recognize me, or was simply ignoring me, but he never approached me. This was fine with me, as I didn't need him telling the rest of the kids in the school that I had given blowjobs to him and his buddies on more than one occasion. I really didn't need or want to have a reputation as a slutty cocksucker there. I tried out for the school choir and was totally shocked when I was selected to be the soprano soloist. I was so proud. Patti and Cathy were in the choir, too, as was Mickey and Timmy. We practiced every morning before school, and we had to sing at all the Solemn High and Requiem Masses at the church, as well as at Christmas, Holy Week, and a Sunday afternoon Holy Hour once a month. Those Holy Hour devotions were a drag. Being a 'girl,' I wasn't allowed to be an altar boy (acolyte) and serve at Mass, and that was a big disappointment for me. I was very jealous of Mickey and Timmy because they got to be altar boys, too. A week or two later, I signed up for tap dance lessons after school. Patti and Cathy signed up, too, and I was surprised to see that Lollie did, also. I got to be a pretty good hoofer, and I could shuffle-ball-chain circles around the rest of them. Lollie seemed a bit peeved at me. "Why did you have to come to my school and then sign up for tap?" Lollie hissed at me in private. "I was the best dancer last year, and now, already, you're hogging the whole show. Isn't being the soloist in the choir enough for you? I want you to quit tap!" "Bite me, Lollie!" I told her. "You quit, you jealous little bitch!" "Eat my shit, you turd!" she spat, as she stalked off in a hissy fit. "I'll get even!" Lollie ignored me and wouldn't even talk to me even though we got shoved together in a quartet for a dance recital along with Patti and Cathy. We looked simply adorable in our poofy black satin dance shorts, puffy-sleeved white blouses, and Mary Jane taps. Lollie was on one end of our mini chorus line when about three-quarters of the way through our number, she slipped and fell flat on her smarty little ass. She swore that I made her fall. "I'll get you for this, Wendi!" she said with tears in her eyes. "You tripped me and I won't forget." "I didn't do anything, Lollie." I said. "I wouldn't do anything like that to you. I love you. It was a dumb accident." There was no reasoning with her, and she stomped out of the auditorium. My old boyfriend, Billy, must have finally spotted and recognized me when I was up front singing my solos at the Christmas Carol Pageant, for just after Christmas vacation, he came up to me and asked me if I would do something for him after school. I loved him so much that I'd have done anything he asked, so I followed him into the supply room. As soon as we entered, he closed and locked the door behind us, and that's when I noticed the mob of boys that were also in the room. "What's going on, Billy?" I said. "Why'd you lock the door?" "So nobody bothers us," he said. "Here's what I want you to do for me. I told the guys that you tooted a mean horn and that you gobbled me, Tommy, and Jimmy a few times last summer, and you really liked it. They don't believe that such a pretty girl can be such a slut, so now ya gotta prove it." "What do you mean, Billy?" I asked. He still had no clue as to my real sex! "You have to give blowjobs to the whole bunch here before you can go." he said. "Get over there on your knees and start sucking. The sooner you start, the sooner you'll get to leave." Half of the 5th and 6th Grade boys were in the room. There must have been two dozen of them. How was I going to do them all? Billy pulled me over to kneel on a wrestling mat. At least my knees wouldn't get bruised or hurt, and from the looks of things, I was going to be on them for quite a while. "C'mon, Wendi, show us how it's done!" someone cheered me on. "Start sucking!" I figured that I had better get started, and besides, I liked sucking dicks. One by one, they stepped in front of me, and either just unzipped their flies and pulled out their cocks, or dropped their trousers and shorts to their ankles. I stroked any joints that weren't hard, and then took each one in turn, and sucked it to orgasm. It was just my luck that nearly every boy was fully able to shoot their load in me, and I must have swallowed ten gallons of young cum. Some of the boys grabbed me by my hair as I blew them, and held my head steady while they face-fucked me. Some of them came back for seconds, as did Billy, and I must has spent ninety minutes on my knees paying homage to all those one-eyed monsters. All that intense sexual activity stimulated my usually quite flaccid little prick into a raging hard on. I was grateful for my uniform skirt, which covered up the bulge in my crotch that even my snug-fitting panties couldn't restrain. I even experienced my first real orgasm, and my panties were full of sticky white stuff. Billy had been letting each boy out of the supply room when they were done, being careful not to attract the attention of any of the nuns or the janitor. After the last boy finished emptying his balls down my throat, I finally was able to get to my feet. I wiped the cum off my face and chin and blouse, and asked Billy why he tricked me like that. "That's because you wouldn't let me play with your pussy or let me fuck you during the summer." he said. "But that's unfair, Billy." I told him. "Look at my poor lips! They're all swollen and bruised and they really hurt!" "Well, you better get them all rested and healed up, because next week it's the same time, same station." said Billy. "And besides, you're making me money. I charged those guys a quarter a throw. I made a two-bit whore outa ya!" "Where's my share, then?" I asked. "I did all the work!" "You get all the cum you can swallow." he laughed. "That's your share!" "Terrific! I thought to myself. "Billy gets rich from my mouth, and I don't get a cent from the action. Now, I'll be known as the school whore. What more can possibly happen to me?" I was soon to find out. After a few uneventful weeks except for Billy pimping for me, and me blowing over a hundred dicks, Lollie came running up to me after school, grinning and exuberant. "C'mon, hurry!" she exclaimed, breathlessly. "If we run over to Julie's, I think we can spy while Johnny fucks her." "I'm right behind you, Lollie." I said. "Lead the way!" We tore down the streets and through the alleys, our winter jackets flying open and our uniform skirts blowing up and around our bare thighs. We ran the half-mile to Julie's house in record time. I thought Lollie had forgotten all about being mad at me and getting even. That proved to be my mistake. "Keep real quiet and follow me." whispered Lollie. We sneaked up the back stairs to the second floor flat where our cousins lived and silently opened the door. We heard grunts and gasps and sighs and moans and groans coming from the direction of Julie's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and we could see Julie and Johnny. Both were as naked as the day they were born. Julie was standing, bent over her bed, supported by her arms, and Johnny was furiously banging away at her cunt, fucking her animal-style. Each time Johnny thrust his manhood into her dripping cunt, Julie would move back against her brother's tool, her hips and ass gyrating lewdly, while her mouth made muted little cries of pure lust. He panted and grunted like a stallion impregnating his mare. "Oh yeah, Johnny!" gasped Julie. "Fuck me good! Oooooh, yeah! Harder.... Faster!" "OK, sis!" he panted. "I'm gonna really fill your cunt up this time!" "Pump it all into me, honey!" she said. "Put out the fire in my hole!" "You got it, sis! Here it comes!" cried Johnny, as he emptied his nuts into her tight young pussy. "I feel it, Johnny. My God, I'm cumming, too!" screamed Julie as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her lithe developing young body. Johnny collapsed on top of Julie, whose legs buckled under his dead weight, and they both bounced off the bed and tumbled to the floor in a tangled heap of arms, legs and torsos. "Didn't die, did ya?" laughed Lollie, as both of us fell through the open door. "Looks like you're all fucked out, though!" "Who the fuck?" yelled Johnny. "Oh, it's our cousins, the slut and the sissy! Two sexy little schoolgirls. And still in their St. Paul uniforms. What're the two of you doing here?" "Just came to watch the show, Cousin Johnny, darling," said Lollie. "Yeah, cool." I said. "Lollie told me to come with her." "Now that you're here, take off your coats and stay a while." said Johnny. I've got work for you. Eddie, you little queer, c'mere and clean off my cock. Lollie, you go and suck all the juices outa Julie's cunt." Lollie leapt right over to Julie where she lay on the floor, used her fingers to spread open her cousin's pussy lips, and began to greedily lick, lap and suck up all the slimy juices generated by the brother's and sister's fuckfest. Julie squirmed and moaned in ecstasy. I tied my hair back in a ponytail so it wouldn't get in my way, followed my cousin back up on Julie's bed, and started licking all around Johnny's groin area, savoring each drop of the heady-scented mixture of sweat and my cousins' co-mingled cum. I took his dick in my mouth, first sucking on it, and then bobbing up and down on it, so as to make it hard again. I was so intent on giving both Johnny and me as much pleasure as I possibly could, that I never noticed that Lollie and Julie had finished doing their thing. I never even saw the flashes as Julie took picture after picture of me with her Dad's Polaroid camera, while I sucked off her brother. She must have taken a half-dozen close-ups up my head bobbing up and down on Johnny's love spear. As soon as I put life back into my cousin's prick, he pushed me off of him and got off the bed. He pulled down my skirt, half-slip, and panties, and I stood there naked from where my uniform blouse ended at my waist, down to my bobby sox and Mary Jane's. "Get over there and bend over the bed like Julie was when I was fucking her." ordered Johnny. "My dear cousin, Eddie or Wendi or whatever the fuck you're calling yourself now, I'm going to fuck your ass the same way I fucked my sister's cunt. Lollie, make yourself useful and bring that jar of Vaseline. Lube us up good and help spread Eddie's cheeks for me." "Please, Johnny, not like that in front of the girls." I pleaded. "I don't want them to watch. Please." "Quit bitchin' and bend over, ya little sissy slut," said Johnny. "Queer bitches like you always like an audience when they're getting corn-holed. Besides, I already know you love it, and just can't wait for me to start poking you." Lollie, obedient for once, came running with the Vaseline, and applied it generously to her older cousin's dick and all around my asshole, even inserting some up my rectum with her finger. She knelt on the bed beside and spread open my ass cheeks, exposing my quivering pink rosebud for violation. "He's all spread and lubed for ya, cuz." said Lollie. "Bugger the little bugger!" "Ready or not, here I come!" roared my cousin, Johnny, and with that, I felt the tip of his hard red-hot dick touch my anus and slide fully up my shit chute. It hurt like hell and I started to cry. "Johnny, don't. Please! You're hurting me!" My crying and pleading were to no avail. My mournful words and sobbing fell upon deaf ears. I could feel his cock start to move in and out of my sissy cunt, very slowly at first, but then picking up the tempo. Johnny increased his speed to feel more of that sensually erotic friction that my sphincter muscle was applying to that God-awful lovely muscle protruding straight up from my cousin's groin. The pain of penetration gradually subsided and was replaced by intense incestuous pleasure. The interior of my hole, virgin until a few months ago, was being thoroughly massaged by the throbbing penis of my own flesh and blood, my twelve-year-old cousin, and I loved every lascivious minute of it. My hips began to unconsciously gyrate and move back on his dick with every one of his inward thrusts so that I could feel his entire love tool in my bowels. The need to be filled now totally consumed me and I now consciously constricted my rectal muscles around Johnny's pulsating rod. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, Johnny! Oh, God yes!" I cried out in my girlish soprano voice. "I love having you in me! I want you to fuck me! I need you to fuck me! I want only you to fuck me always! Please, Johnny, please. I'll do whatever you want! I'll be your slave!" "God, Eddie, how do you do that with your ass?" gasped Johnny. "It feels so terrific on my dick! Where did you learn that? You're cutting off the blood to my cock! You're a better screw than any damn girl!" I was so totally absorbed in completely pleasuring myself during this gay sexual encounter with my cousin, that I again failed to observe the flashes. Julie continued to snap away with the camera as I abandoned myself totally to the uncontrollable needs of my young awakening sexuality. I wanted Johnny to fuck me! I had to have sex with him and I had to have it right then. I didn't care about anything or anyone else at that time! Johnny increased the tempo of his fucking to a furor. I felt his balls slap against my ass as he lunged into me, and every time he thrust his dagger deep up my rectum, I feverishly screwed my ass out to meet him. He was now furiously reaming my ass as worked my boy-pussy up and down that glorious piston, and I was still hardly cognizant of the continual flashing of the camera. Besides, I didn't even care about any photos right at that moment or even who might be watching my throes of passion. "I'm cumming!" cried my cousin, as he plunged his member into me as hard and as fast as he could. He stiffened and I felt the head of his virile cock flare out inside me, followed by gusher after gusher of his soothing balm. "Oh, God!" he cried again. "I'm cumming, too!" I yelled out. As I experienced wave upon wave of blood rushing to my head, my sissy clitty jerked and jerked in uncontrollable spasms while it squirted out the juices of my first real orgasm. I collapsed face down on Julie's bed with Johnny on top of me, his cock still buried deep in my ass. I don't know how long we laid there. It could have been a half-hour; it could have been an hour. I had no idea. When he finally pulled out of me, I experienced a sensation not unlike when one defecates - totally pleasurable. I could feel that load of cum oozing out past my sphincter and leaking down my ass crack and onto my testicles and boy clitty. Lollie, slut that she was, was there in a thrice, lapping, licking and sucking up all of my rectal juices and mine and Johnny's cum off my clitty and scrotum, and out of my crack and asshole. I squirmed with delight when she inserted her tongue inside my well-worked little rosebud. I assumed that Julie took care of cleaning up her brother. Johnny, lover," I whispered in his ear so that only he could hear. "I think I'm in love with you. I'll do anything to be your 'girlfriend.' It can even be a secret. You don't have to buy me anything, or take me anywhere, or love me back, or anything. All I want is for you to fuck me! I'll suck your cock anytime you want and I'll be your slave. I'll be a slut for you. I'll be your whore! You can sell my body for money!" "I'll have to think about this real good," said Johnny. "It'd have to be a real secret. Not even Julie or Lollie could know about it. They're blabbermouths! I wouldn't mind having a young sissy slave around; a slut and whore don't sound too bad, either. And maybe I could make some extra loot pimping for ya. But I really don't know about this 'girlfriend' shit. I don't want any of my friends thinking I'm a homo or something." "That's OK, Johnny," I said. "Anything you want; I'll do it. Just yell! I'd die for you, honey!" "I know what you can do," said Johnny. "I saw you shoot some cum. How'd ya like to fuck my sister?" "You mean, Julie? I said. Who d'ya think I meant, ya dumb shit," he replied, "of course, Julie." Oh yes, Johnny," I chirped. I've been in love with her since I was six! She'll be the first girl I ever fucked." Johnny made Julie lie back on her bed and spread her legs. I got between them, put my hard little sissy clitty at her wet hole and slid it all the way in. The warmth of her vagina enveloping my cock almost overwhelmed me, as she tightened her muscles around it. I pumped my dick in and out of her cunt with continually increasing speed while Julie gyrated and thrust her pelvis against me. Finally, Julie cried out and began bucking violently as she approached her orgasmic peak. Her pussy sucked at my cock until I thought I was going to faint, and then I felt my balls start to pump a load of my sissy cum into my cousin's love hole. I collapsed on top of her naked body. Julie recovered first, and she rolled me off of her and left the room while I lay there with a lip dick, still dressed in only half of my school uniform. Julie and Lollie came back into the bedroom with the pictures that they had been taking all through my sucking and fucking episodes. Talk about incriminating! None of them showed Johnny's face, but mine was totally visible along with the rest of my body, especially with my hair tied back. The first set of photographs showed various angles of what appeared to be a young girl with 'her' mouth full of someone's cock, but the second larger set was unbelievably hardcore pornography. They showed that same 'girl' bent over the bed, naked from waist to ankles, with that same hard cock stuck at various depths in 'her' stretched-out pink asshole. But what was that there hanging between 'her' legs? It was a set of balls and a sissy clitty. Gee, the little girl had no cunt. Could it be that it's a boy, a sissy, a queer? And there was no doubt as to the identity of the sodomitee with the rapturous look on its face. It was I! Definitely and positively! The third set, which I wasn't aware of even being taken, showed that same little he-she, fucking his cousin, Julie. Lollie had had the camera, and, unbeknownst to me, took pictures as I was fucking Julie. Again, I could easily be identified, but Julie's face could not be seen. "They all belong to me." Lollie said. "I paid for the film packs with my savings. I told you I was going to get you for stealing the dance recital and tripping me, and for stealing the solo spot in the choir from me." "What're you gonna do with those?" I asked quite nervously. "Don't know yet," she replied, "but I'll think of something good!" I put on my panties and pulled on my slip and skirt, grabbed my jacket, and tore home as fast as my skinny little legs would carry me. Now I had to worry about what Lollie planned to do with those pictures. It was almost suppertime and my Dad wanted to eat right on time. I certainly didn't need any shit from him by delaying it, on top of everything else. Several days later, the girls in my class, and several from other classes, were giving me strange glances, and some were snickering and whispering when they saw me. I was trying to figure out what was going on, when Patti and Cathy approached me at recess. "I can't believe it, Wendi!" said Patti, sternly. "How could you?" "How could I what?" I asked. "What're you talking about?" "You know darn well 'what,' you little tramp!" said Cathy. "I still don't know what you mean." I said. "This!" spat Patti, as she shoved some snapshots at me. My God, there I was, in all my glory, ravenously sucking on Johnny's dick. That little bitch, Lollie, was passing out the pictures that she and Julie had taken of me. How could I deny it? There was the proof: me sucking a cock! "And to think, we were your friends." Patti went on. "We can't be friends anymore. We can't be seen hanging around with a slut!" "Yeah! Somebody might think we do that, too!" said Cathy. I was dumbfounded and mortified. My desire to please my cousin, Johnny, had cost me the friendship of my two closest girlfriends. I should have known better that to trust Lollie, but Julie? I guessed that I couldn't trust her, either. I ran down to the girl's bathroom to cry my eyes out. There was no respite for me in there, as it was filled with other girls who laughed at me in disgust, calling me a tramp, slut, cocksucker, whore, and all sorts of other loathsome names. I was back seated at my desk after recess, when Sister Barbara, my 3rd Grade teacher, shouted at me. "Wendi! Get up here right now!" she yelled. I jumped up and half-ran to her desk at the front of the room, amidst the snickering of all the boys and girls in my class. "You nasty little girl! What in heaven's name possessed you to do such a filthy thing?" she demanded to know as she showed me the two Polaroid's in her hands. "I..I..I..I.." I stammered, as the class laughed at my loss of words. What could I have said? There I was in all my lustful glory! "I suppose that you children already know about the naughty thing that Wendi has done," said Sister Barbara to the class, "and now we must punish her." Sister Barbara pulled her chair out from behind her desk, sat down, and pulled me over to her. She pulled me over her knees, lifted my dress to expose my pantied butt, and started smacking my skinny ass with a ruler. I pleaded with her to stop, as I bawled my head off. The class was roaring! "Class, line up here!" she said, after I don't know how many whacks. "Since Wendi has shamed us all, all of you will get a chance to punish her." I continued crying as my classmates came up, in turn, and each one laid three smacks on my ass. My God, there were fifty of them getting in their licks. My cheeks were on fire and even my panties got shredded. It hurt sooo badly, but I was thankful that Sister Barbara didn't pull my panties down. I would have had more than just welts, and then everyone would have known that I was really a boy! To make matters worse, Sister Barbara told everything to Sister Superior. She sent me home with a note for my parents, and I got spanked with a strap that night. The next morning, I had to confess my 'sin' to Father Terrence, so I could be forgiven. My young life was unraveling, again! Two days later it was Thursday, and after school I headed for the supply room to whore some more money for Billy by giving my weekly blowjobs. He was outside the door when I got there, and when I entered the room, I noticed that there were a lot more kids than there usually were. There were even some twelve-year-old 7th Graders, and a couple of 7th Grade girls. I couldn't figure this out until Billy brought out some pictures from the second and third sets of photos that Julie and Lollie had taken, showing me half naked, sucking and fucking my cousins, Johnny and Julie. "I can't believe I wasted my time last summer, and was actually kissing and feeling and getting sucked of by a queer," said Billy. "You really had me fooled! Now, you're gonna get yours!" "Before the guys get their turns," he said, "Mary and Diane want to see what it's like getting screwed by a sissy faggot." Mary and Diane had reputations as easy girls. I knew them just to see them. "C'mon," said Mary, "I don't have all afternoon. I have to meet my boyfriend." She grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the room by the wrestling mat. She pulled down her skirt and panties, and stood there half-naked in front of us all, her brown little bush sticking out at me. I had never seen anything except a bald pussy before! "Whatcha starin' at, dipshit?" she said. "Drop your clothes and let's do it!" I pulled down my skirt and my panties, and my little cock sprung up. It was already hard from the anticipation of whatever was to follow. There stood Mary and me, naked from waist to knee socks, staring at each other. "You got a cute body, Wendi," said Mary. "Let's get to it!" Mary laid down on her back on the mat, and bent her knees and spread her legs. I got down on my knees between them and she guided my clitty to her wet hole, while all the kids cheered us on. I was sort of embarrassed, but Mary seemed to appreciate an audience. Her pubic hairs tickled me, at first, but I lowered myself until my young meat slid fully into her vagina. I started pumping like I had with Julie, gradually building up steam. Mary thrashed about, moaning like a lovesick cow. I sped up to a frantic pace, and when she started bucking and said, "Yes, yes, yes," I stiffened and shoot my load of cum into her cunt. Recovering, I slipped out of her now loose pussy, and I saw Diane in the same state of undress anxiously waiting her turn. She saw my limp dick, and immediately got down on it and sucked it back to life. She flopped over on her ass, and I rode her just like I had done to Mary. The two 7th Grade sluts just wanted to get fucked and get the hell out of there, and I don't think I spent more than twenty minutes screwing the both of them. Now, it was time for me to start sucking the cocks of my usual 5th and 6th grade clientele. I kissed and licked and sucked all those sweet young cocks until my lips were bruised and swollen, as they usually were after every Thursday afternoon after school in the supply room, and I swallowed a stomach-full of young cum. God, how I loved it! It was finally time for the 7th Grade boys, and I found out that they wanted more than mere blowjobs. There were four of them, and of course they were a lot bigger than I was. They had all been sitting on one of the benches with their pants and shorts off, jacking their cocks while watching me star in my very own sex show. This tall kid, Jerry, got up, and came over to where I was sitting on the mat. "Now's time for some sissy nookie," he said as he forced me onto my hands and knees. He grabbed a bottle of liquid soap used in the lavatory dispensers, and squeezed a liberal amount into my boy pussy. He then soaped up his six-inch handle, and slid the whole thing up my rectum. It hurt some, but not too bad. My reaming from Johnny the other day must have loosened and stretched my little rosebud just enough. He grabbed my hips and slid me back and forth on his ever-hardening cock. This other kid, Tony, got on his knees in front of me. Holding his cock in his hand, he pressed it against my sore lips. I opened my mouth, so as not to injure my tender lips further, and he pushed his six-incher all the way down my throat. He had a reasonable amount of pubic hairs on his groin and they tickled my nose every time he thrust his dick down my gullet. He grabbed my golden Shirley Temple tresses and began to fuck my face. Each time Jerry would pull back out of my love hole, Tony would pull my mouth up to his pubes, and when Jerry lunged back up my ass, Tony pushed my head back so only the swollen head of his cock remained in my mouth. I soon picked up on their rhythm, and before long I was seesawing between the two of them. I was in complete ecstasy! This was the very first time I was fucked in both ends at once, and I loved every minute of it! I can't tell how long this went on, as my hips and ass gyrated wildly in sexual abandon, while my mouth greedily sucked like there was no tomorrow. My darling fuckers timed themselves pretty well, for I felt them both swell and stiffen simultaneously in my cunt and throat. They fiercely tore at my young body, until I felt then both unload torrents of their sweet young cum inside me. I had an orgasm at the same, spurting my cum all over me and the mat until my balls ached. Jerry then yelled, "Switch!" and we repeated the lewd scene, this time with me savoring the taste of my sissy pussy on Jerry's cock. Next in line were Larry and Tim, and the whole fuckfest was repeated a second time. After I finished with them, I was allowed to go. School got over at 2:30 and now it was five to five. I spent almost two hours being a sex machine, and now Billy told me that this was the way it was going to be now every Thursday. I was never going to survive! I trudged all the way home, ate supper, and went to bed. My parents wondered why I didn't even want to watch television. The next day, Friday, I suffered through a nightmare of taunts, jeers, and name calling by the student body, and hoped that the word hadn't spread about the action of the previous afternoon. When I got to school the following Monday, Sister Barbara told me to report immediately to the principal's office. Now what? Sister Superior was already waiting for me and sitting in her office cowering were Jerry, Tony, Larry, and Tim. Mr. Simms, the janitor, was there, too, and some of the fuck pictures of me with Johnny and Julie were there on the desk. Evidently, Mr. Simms needed to get into the supply room while we were still in there, and Billy had the door locked. He went around outside to get in through the window and saw me in one of the two threesomes. The pervert must have watched us for a while, and then went inside when we finally left. That's where he found the porno pictures, and he reported us. My Dad was called from work, and was told that such a vile creature such as myself was no longer welcome at St. Paul's. I was expelled! My Dad dragged me home, tore off all my clothes and cut off my beautiful hair. He hit me with his belt until he drew welts on my naked body, and then he burned all my girlie things. The following Monday was the first day of two years I was to spend at the all boys Harding Military Academy. He said they'd make a 'man' out of his little 'girl.' I wondered. Feel free to e-mail me. Wendi at sweetwendi2002@yahoo.com