Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2008 21:47:07 +0000 From: A. B. Subject: Jackies' New School - part two ____________________ Usual disclaimers - work of fiction, blah blah blah _______________________ As I wiped the cum from my chin and stood up, I looked around for my clothes and realized they were gone. Miss Stacy sat behind her desk and asked sarcastically, "Looking for something sweety?" "Um...my clothes," I said hesitantly, then quickly adding, "Headmistress." "Here you go," she said, handing me a box from behind her desk. I opened it up and inside there was a white training bra, black patent leather Mary Janes, white knee socks and a plaid "Catholic schoolgirl" type skirt with a white, short sleeved blouse with a lace collar. I looked at her like she was joking but saw the determination in her eyes and the riding crop in her hands and I took the clothes out. Master Paul laughed at my obvious discomfort and confusion with how to put on the bra as he pulled up his underwear and pants. In finally figured it out and finished dressing in the skirt, blouse, socks and shoes. I felt embaressed standing there in front of the two of them in a skirt and I hung my head in shame. MasterPaul came over to me and lifted my face with a hand beneath my chin and smiled at me. He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "You're an excellent cocksucker sweety." A tear rolled down my cheek but i smiled nevertheless. Miss Stacy told me to go to my room and come down to the dining hall at 5pm for dinner and dismissed me. As I walked out of her office I got a shock as a line of 5 boys stood waiting to go into Miss Stacy's office. I was hugely embaressed standing in frontof them in a skirt and blouse and I heard some snickers from a couple of the boys. I began to cry and ran out of the waiting room and ran to the dorm. Once in my room I fell face first onto my bed and cried into my pillow. "I don't want to be a girl," I thought to myself. "I don't want to be a girl!" As my sobs subsided i heard whispering at my door and realized with a start that I'd forgotten to close the door. As I looked over my shoulder I saw two boys standing in the doorway giggling and whispering to each other. I realized they were looking up my skirt and could see the girl panties I was wearing when one of them said, "I'd like to pull down those panties and give her a good fucking." "Fuck you," I shouted as I rose from my bed. "I'm not a girl you fag. I'm a boy." I was about to close the door when one of the boys, a redhead with a sprinkling of freckles aacross the bridge of his nose smiled and said, "Well, duh...we're all boys here at Papillion. And look who's calling who a fag Miss Plaid Skirt. For a boy you sure seem to act like a girl. Crying on your bed in your pretty panties and skirt. What's the matter, didn't enjoy sucking Master Paul's cum stick?" I turned beet red and stammered as I tried to deny it. "H-how did you...I-I mean... wh-what do you m-mean...I mean...I didn't s-suck..." They laughed at me again and then the other boy, a brown haired boy with deep dark eyes and olive complexion who looked like he was latino said, "Hey sweety, don't sweat it. We all have to suck Master Paul on our first day. I'm Marcia by the way and this is Amy." It was then that I realized that, what I at first took to be shorts were actually tight, dark blue, pencil skirts that came to the middle of their thighs. While they had on blazers,I saw that the shirts beneath them were clearly girls' blouses and, although they clearly still looked like boys, their hair was longer than most of the boys in my old school (around shoulder length). As I looked closer I saw that they also wore lipstick, a pale pink shade that had been hard to notice through my viel of tears, and eyeshadow and mascara. Despite all this I was still confused. "A-Amy? Marcia?" I asked stupidly. "Yeah," Marcia said, "What's the matter with you anyway? You act like you're surprised. Stop being in denial Sugar." "De Nile is a river in Egypt," Amy quipped. Despite my emotional state, I let out a brief giggle. "Hey, Fresh Meat here likes your jokes Amy," Marcia said snidely. Marcia looked me up and down as he said that. Leering at my legs and licking his lips. Amy walked into my room then with Marcia following close behind. I noticed that when they walked they both swished their hips. I'd walked that way once while joking around with a girl friend (not a girlfriend mind you, a friend of the female persuasion). One of the bullies in my class saw me do it and I was beaten mercilessly that afternoon on the way home from school. But Marcia and Amy seemed oblivious to how they were walking. They looked at my room appraisingly. "Pretty bare," Marcia said disapprovingly. "We'll have to get you some posters. What do you like?" "Um...Star Wars...space stuff..." I mumbled. "Yuuck," Amy said, motioning like he was gagging and miming sticking his finger down his throat. "Puh-lease Sweety. How about some Brad Pitt posters or Jonas Brothers? I've got an extra poster of last years winner of the National Cheerleaders Chamopionship you can have." "Cheerleaders?" I asked, "Isn't that kind of..." "Kind of what?" Marcia asked. "Kind of Sissy? Helloooo....god what is with you?" "I think," Amy began, "that she hasn't realized what this place is all about Marcia." "No. Way!" Marcia said. They looked at each other and then looked at me. "Seriously? You don't get it?" Marcia asked. I shook my head. "Oh...my...god. Sweety...um...what's your name by the way...I can't call you Sweety all semester." "Um...Jack," I said. "No honey. What's your REAL name. What does Mistress Stacy call you?" "Um...Jackie." They giggled like two schoolgirls at that. "Well, that's was a real hard one to figure out," Amy said. I missed the joke. "Jackie, Sweety...." Marcia began gently. "We're all Sissies here. Amy and I are in Second Year. Most of the girls here begged their parents come here. When I found out about Papillion on the internet I cried for days until my parents finally said ok. I assume you didn't want to come?" "NO," I said a bit too loudly. "and I'm certainly not a...a...sissy." "Oh honey," Amy said and she came over and put her arm around me. I tried to push her off but she only held me tighter. I suddenly realized I had begun thinking of Marcia and Amy as "she" instead of "he". "I know you used to have to deny it. But here you can be who and what you want. We're all Sissies here. No one is going to beat you up because of your lisp. No one's going the make fun of you for wearing panties...well...not much anyway," she giggled. "Look..." She stood back then and pulled up her skirt and I saw that she was wearing a pair of high cut bikini panties. Pink wWth a yellow flower right above the bulge where her cockette tented them out. "You see?" she asked. We're ALL flaming fags here." "But I'm NOT," I said and once again the waterworks began. My emotions have always been close to the surface. I cry at sad movies. I cray when someone yells at me. I craywhen I'm scared or angry. I've always been a "cry-baby." "I'm NOT a sissy. I'm NOTa girl. I don't want to BE a girl. I don't want to be h-h-here," I sobbed. Amy and Marcia looked at each other again. Amy led me to the bed and sat me down. She held my face in her hands a forced me to look into her eyes. She smiled at me. "Shhhhhh....its ok Jackie. All those mean boys won't hurt you ever again." "N-n-no..." I said meekly. "Shhhhh...." I felt a hand on my thigh and tried to look down but Amy held my face in her hands. "Look at me Jackie. No one's ever going to hurt you or make fun of you here. We're all sisters.... "N-noo!" started to say again. "Shhh....Listen to me," Amy said softly. "We're all sisters. We take care of each other. I'm so sorry we laughed at you earlier. You just looked so adorable with your panties showing and all...." I felt the hand sliding up higher on my thigh. Up under my skirt and, despite my best intentions to the contrary, I felt my little pricklett stiffen beneath my panties. "Trust me Sweety. you're going to love it here. We're going to have so much fun. We're going to be bestest friends. Have you ever had a bestest friend Jackie?" "N-no," I said. "Well...you do now Sweety." I suddenly felt the hand cupping my pricklett and balls thru my panties and I gasped. Amy giggled but continued to hold my head in her hands, not letting me look down as Marcia began to rub my dickie thru the panties. "Does that feel good?" Amy asked. I nodded. "Mmmmmm...I bet it does. Jackie, has anyone every touched you like that before?" I shook my head no. "I didn't think so baby." I felt Marcia's hand slide into my panties and I gasped again as I felt her warm touch. Finally Amy let go of my head and I looked down to see Marcia with her head completely under my skirt. I suddenly felt her warm breath on my crotch. I saw her own hand beneath her own skirt furiously rubbing herself. With a touch of her fingers beneath my chin, Amy turned my head to look at her again. She tossed her head like a girl to flick her hair out of her eyes and she leaned in closer. I could smell something sweet on her breath...bubble gum I realized...and then she was kissing me. At first all I could do was sit there, stunned by the kiss. I'd never been kissed like that before by anyone. Then I suddenly thought to myself that I was kissing a boy and I tried to pull back...grossed out...but Amy put her hand to the back of my head and forced our mouths together closer...tighter....I felt her tongue probing at my lips and forcing them apart. I tried to keep them closed but then I felt my panties being pulled down and Marcia's warm, wet mouth encircling my cock and i opened my mouth to gasp again, only to feel Amy's wet tongue slip inside and begin to play with my own. I whimpered...whether from fear...disgust...or acceptance...I don't know. I felt Marcia's tongue bathing my cockette. It was the most wonderful sensation I'd ever felt and I moaned in appreciation. But...this wasn't me...I didn't want to kiss a boy...I didn't want to suck Master Paul's cock...I...I didn't...Didn't what? Didn't want to be loved and accepted? Didn't want to feel pleasures like I'd never felt? WAS it better that I be a boy? That I go back to my old school and be made fun of and get beaten up? Was that what I really wanted? WAS it so bad to be kissed like this? To feel Amy's sweet tongue in my mouth. To be held and loved and made love to by these two sissy-boys? WAS this really so bad? I was so confused. This felt soooo good. I suddeny didnt care. At that moment all I wanted was to keep feeling like this. The tears flowing down my cheeks now were from joy. I had never felt friendship like this before. Amy broke the kiss and began to say, "Shh....its ok..." I shooshed her and leaned in again to kiss her some more. She smiled as I did so and returned the kiss with passion. Sucking and biting gently on my lower lip. Marcia was sucking me faster and harder. I felt my whole cock filling her mouth. Then she let it slip from her liups and I moaned in frustration until I felt her begin to lick my hairless balls. She sucked one then both gently into ther mouth and bathed them with her soft hot wet tongue while stroking my cockett with her free hand. Amy took one of my hands in her and slid it up her leg and under her skirt. I felt her prick thru her panties and felt her moan in my mouth as I gripped the shaft thru the satiny nylon. Amy suddenly broke the kiss and pushed me back onto the bed so I was laying down looking up at her. Marcia stood and together they undressed each other. first the blazers, then the blouses. I noticed with some amazement that they appeared to have the beginings of real breasts. Nothing more than small apple sized breasts with overlarge nipples but they were the closest I'd ever been to real naked tits. Thier skirts came next and they stood there in just panties and white knee high socks. They hugged in a fierce embrace. Amy's arms wrapping themselves snakelike around Marcia's nexk as they mashed their tiny tits together and ground their panty-clad sissy-cocks together. I felt a wave of jealousy and was embaressed that I would feel jealous of two boys kissing each other. They then turned their attentions to me and quickly stripped me down to my bra and panties. Marcia resumed her atentions to my cockette. Licking it thru my panties and then taking it out again to service it and suckle it like a baby suckling on a bottle. Amy, meanwhile had moved up the bed and offered me her nipple to suckle. I eagerly sucked it into my mouth and squeezed her other tit. "Pinch my nipples Jackie," Amy hissed. I pinched and suckled her tits as Marcia suckeled my pricklett. Her head bobbing up and down faster and faster. Marcia's hands pushed my legs apart and I felt her hands on the cheeks of my ass. I felt her finger pressing against the pink puckered rosebud of my asshole and I gasped. Before I could say or do anything, however, Amy had moved up higher, taking her tits from my hungry mouth and slipping her cock out of her panties. I was about to protest both what she wanted of me and what Marcia was doing to my asshole when Amy silenced me by shoving her cock into my mouth. For the second time that day I had a cock in my mouth. amy held my head inher hands as she had before but this time she began to fuck my face. "That's right Jackie. Suck it. Suck me good baby. Let me fuck that pretty sissy face sweety. Mmmmmm....yeah.....fucking your cunt mouth baby. Mmmm yeah sweety that pussy mouth is so hot and wet. I love fucking your pussy mouth Jackie." Amy wasn't nearly as big as Master Paul but her cockette still filled my mouth nicely. I bobbed my head in time with Marcia's sucking of my prick. I sucked Amy faster. Suddenly wanting her to fuck my mouth harder. Wanting her to USE me....to USE my mouth like a cunt. "yes...yes..." I thought to myself. "Take me...use me....make me your friend...love me....make me your GIRLfriend...make me a GIRLLLLLLL..." I felt my orgasm beginning and then suddenly I felt Marcia slip a finger inside my asshole as she massaged my balls with her free hand and I began to cum. I came as I never have before. I heard and felt Marcia as she moaned and mewled as she swallowed my cream. Just then, Amy began to cum as well. She thrust herself hard into my face and her balls rested againsst my chin. Her cockett didnt go down my throat like Master Paul's had so I tasted every drop of her salty sticky baby juice as it flowed across my tongue. This tie I didn't gag. I almost savored the taste. Marcia came up. My cum dripping down her chin. Amy leaned over and kissed her. I could see them swapping my cum between them as their tongues danced and darted in each other's mouths. They then pulled me upright and both kissed me. their tongues licking all over and into my mouth. Mingling Amy's and my cum between the three of us. When we broke the three-way kiss our faces were covered with cum. Wet and sticky. I could smell it...an almost chlorine like smell and I knew this was the smell of sex. I looked at Marcia and realized she hadn't cum yet. I looked at Amy and I know we both had the same thought. We leaned down and together began to stroke and lick Marcia's cock. I realized that, really for the first time, I was a true cocksucker. i was sucking Marcia of my own free will. No one had "shoved" her cock in my mouth or threatened to hit me. This time it was all me. I WANTED to suck her. I wanted to please her as she had pleased me. I licked Marcia's balls as she had licked mine and I noted that she smelled more like perfume than Master Paul. Amy sucked marcia's cock as I licked her balls and then we swapped and I had Marcia's cockette in my mouth. Swirling my tongue around the shaft and head. Tasting her precum and tickling the ridge around the head with the tip of my tongue. I felt Marcia thrusting into my mouth and thought at first she was face fucking me as Amy had. but then I realized that Marcia was moving because Amy was finger fucking her ass pussy. Marcia spread her legs wide as Amy soved her finger - then two - into Marcia's asshole. "That's right bitch," amy said, "take it...fucking your asscunt...fucking your boy-pussy...take it...take it you slut...you fucking whore....spread your legs bitch..." I continued sucking as Marcia suddenly began to moan, "Yeah...yeah...yes...yessssss....oh god yesssssssssssss....." and I felt my mouth flood with another load of hot sticky boy juice. Marcia Arched her hips as she came and her cock slipped out of my mouth and her last load of cum shot onto my face before she settled down to catch her breath. Amy was there in a flash to lick the cum from my cheek and then leaned down to kiss Marcia. They both then sat up and hugged me. I'd never been hugged so tightly. I couldn't help it. I began to cry. I'd never felt so loved. Amy and Marcia sat back a bit and looked at me but they knew. I wasn't crying from fear any more. It was joy. We hugged even tighter and suddenly we all three were crying. But I didn't care. I knew they wouldn't make fun of me for crying. After all...we were all Sissies.