Boi Cunt School

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Chapter 12

"Yeah, tell your little Mia what we do now, Gabe." Mia thought that was a clever way of reminding him of her name.

"Well, I get to choose one of you fine ladies to go back to my hotel with me for a few hours."

"Just one?" whined little Evelyn.

"I'm afraid so, that's how Marcus wants it. Otherwise, believe me, I'd take all three of you."

Now, Bob was really worried. He wished he hadn't made such a good impression on Gabe. He sure as hell didn't want to go back to the guy's motel, and have him do, god knows what, to his ass hole. Suddenly, the charming Gabe Hanover looked an awful lot like the stepdad he hated so.

Of course, Mia and Evelyn were also worried, and for the very same reason. They too feared this handsome man would choose their sister Tiffany over them. The table began to look like a scene from Cinderella, with the mother, and the three sisters who weren't really sisters, and the handsome prince who had to make his decision, but had no glass slipper to guide his choice. Or a scene from The Bachelor. Who would he give the rose to? Everyone was on tenderhooks awaiting his decision.

At other tables, guests were already starting to leave with their young choices. Brianna, Kaitlyn, Emma the rabbi's betrothed, even tiny little Hannah were heading off to the motel. Hannah was singing I Feel Pretty.

Finally, Gabe said, "Mimi, would you please come with me?" Mia jumped up and took his hand. She didn't care that he still didn't know her name. Bob could exhale at last. Evelyn left the room in a huff.

Bob felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Pablo. "I'm glad at least you're still here, Bob. I was watching and it sure looked like that guy was smitten with you."

"Hehe, I did it to make the other two mad. And it worked. I knew all along I wasn't his type. Guess what, we was talking about musketeers. Where's Mike?"

Pablo shook his head. Mike was at that moment headed to a motel with James Bollinger, a 32-year old man who called him Abigail. Pablo had witnessed the abduction, and was powerless to interfere. Bob was so concerned about his own welfare, he never even saw it happen. Pretty lousy pair of musketeers. They headed off upstairs. Bob got out of his black and white dress and hung it up so it would look neat the next time he wore it. He put his low heels in the closet, and put his slip, stockings, panties and bra in the hamper. He put on his baby doll nightie, brushed his teeth, took his dolly in one arm and his bear in the other and lay down, staring at the empty bed beside him. Emma was away as well, but Mike's was the only empty bed that mattered to him that night.

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"Oh, Emma, it was so beautiful."

"I knew you'd just love it, Abby. But I want you to tell me all about it. What was he like? What did you do first? Is he big, hehe?"

"Oh, Emma, tell me, is it just as wonderful the second time?"

"And the third and the fourth, Abby, hehe. But the first man is always special. Come on, tell me all about him! It's not nice to keep your sister in suspense."

"OK, but then you have to promise to tell me all about your night."

"I promise, Girl Scouts honor, hehe."

Bob had heard the rustling about in his room and the voices and he finally opened his eyes. There was Mike sitting on his bed with Joshua. They still had their party dresses on and were holding hands, smiling, tittering and talking like a couple of schoolgirls, which of course they were.

Bob got up on one elbow, "Mike, you got back, thank God. I was worried."

"Oh, Tiffany. I'm not Mike, Silly. I'm Abigail. Or you can call me Abby, hehe. That's what Emma calls me. And that's what...HE...called me." Mike swooned and fell back on his bed.

"Mike, Stop it! Stop joking like that! You're scaring me! I was scared about you all night! Remember, we're musketeers! All for one and one for all!"

Mike sat up, looked at Bob, then looked at Emma and the two of them started laughing their asses off. "Oh, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, when are you going to give it up, Girl! You'll be so much happier when you stop resisting it. I am. I've never been happier in all my whole life."

They both took a last sympathizing look at Bob and then went back to chattering.
"So, Emma, first I was so surprised when Jimbo, that's what he wanted me to call him, when Jimbo chose me over Brianna."

"Maybe he heard about Brianna's freaky clit." They started laughing again.

"Well, he said I was much prettier than her. I mean after we left. He didn't say that in front of her. He's too much of a gentleman to do that. But anyway, I was so surprised, you know, I was in sort of a fog. And the next thing I know I'm in his car. Emma, he has the sexiest little sports car, but I felt like I was in a magic carriage when we drove back to the motel. I think I saw you and your gentleman pull up but I was too taken with Jimbo to notice too much.

"So then we got inside, and Jimbo takes off his jacket and his shoes, and he sees me just standing there like an idiot and he says, 'Abby, Darling, are you scared?' and I say, 'I'm just nervous, Jimbo.' and he says, 'That's all right, Abby, Dear, I know it's your first time. Don't worry. I've helped lots of little girls do it the first time.' and that made me feel better and I sat on his bed and took my shoes off. And he took off his shirt and I nearly fainted when I saw his chest. Emma, his pecs were so beautiful." Mike's dad had taught him the names of all the muscle groups when they worked out together. "And he asked me if I needed help unzipping my dress, and I told him yes, and I stood up and I felt his hand on my back and you know what he did as he unzipped it?"

"He kissed your neck."

"Hehe, that's right, Emma! Oh, I never want to wash that spot. So, there I am in my lingerie and there he is in his underwear, and we're holding each other and he's stroking my hair and he's petting my ass and he's saying, 'Abby, you're so beautiful.' and Emma, I never felt more like a girl, never in my whole life, than I did then. And I reached behind me and undid my bra, but I kept kissing him, and then we both looked at each other and he took down his boxers and I took off my panties and I wasn't even embarrassed. I knew I was supposed to be naked with him. And we lied down on his bed and kept kissing and petting and he sucked my titties and I nearly died and he kissed my clit and I moved down where I could kiss his big cock and before I knew it, you know what I was doing, Emma?"

"You sucked him."

"Hehe, that's right, Emma! Oh, he tasted so scrumptious. The best meat I ever ate. And he got really really hard of course."

"How big?"

"Well, Emma, I didn't stop to look for a ruler, hehe. But it was big! And I looked up at him and he was smiling and there was a twinkle in his eye and I knew I was making him happy. And he whispered to get on the bed so I did and I looked at him standing there and he looked at me lying there and he picked up a condom and..."

"He used a condom?"

"Yes, didn't your man use one?"

"None of my men ever used it. But you know what Marcus said. Some men like to use them and other men like to go bareback so either way I guess it's ok with me, because either way I know I'm making him happy and so I'll be happy. I wonder if the rabbi will use a condom?"

"Well, he tore open the package and handed me the little rubber disk and showed me how to put it on him, and I rolled it all the way along his shaft. Gee, maybe I ought to ask Mizz Chloe to give you and all the sisters a lesson so you know. Well, anyway, then he got on the bed and he was on his knees in between my legs and he took my feet and he lifted them way up and he put them on his shoulders and he had me like bent in two hehe and then he pulled my hips and I felt it hit my cunt and he pressed real hard."

"Did he push it right in?"

"No, it took a while? But he was so nice and patient with me, 'cause he knew he was the first. Well, I said that. But then, finally my cunt did I wanted it to and he was inside me."

Bob jumped out of bed and ran to the toilet and threw up his dinner. He looked down into the bowl and saw the little cocktail franks floating on the top. He couldn't believe what his brother musketeer was saying.

He washed out his mouth and brushed his teeth again and dried his face. Then he went back into the bedroom, scowled at Mike, grabbed his dolly and his bear and left the room.

"Psst, Pablo, it's me. Are you awake?"

"Hey, Bob, come here, what's the matter, Little Musketeer?"

"Mike! That's what's the matter. He's in there telling Josh all about it, except they ain't Mike and Josh no more, they're girls now. And I couldn't listen to him no more. Like he wanted to get his ass fucked, like he liked it, like he wants to do it more. It made me so sick I threw up! When I go back there, right next to Mike, I know I'm going to get sick again."

"Come here, brother, you can sleep with me tonight."

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"Hey, Boss," Alejandro met Marcus on the porch the next morning. "I got to hand it to you, you sure know how to pick them. I would have never guessed James Bollinger was the one to open up our Abigail."

"I've been in this business long enough to know a thing or two, Alejandro. Jim's helped me out on many occasions. I knew he'd be a perfect fit for her."

"Well, you finally broke up the three musketeers. One down, two to go."

"All in due time, Alejandro. Some girls can't be rushed. You know, Alejandro, it's strange though. When I interviewed Abigail's parents, they were very evasive. I couldn't pinpoint who it was that wanted her to learn to be a girl."

"Probably her father."

"Maybe, but he never showed any enthusiasm about using her. So maybe they're doing it for an uncle or someone."

"Well, Boss, there's some fuckin reason they sent her here."

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Bob traded beds with Emma. He'd rather sleep next to the brown nose Jasmine than next to the traitor. Mike, or Abby, or Abigail, or whoever the hell he she was now revolted Bob.

"Come on, Tiffany, please be my friend again."

"No."

"Pretty please, with sugar on top?"

"No."

"But I want to tell you all about it, Tiffany."

"I don't want to listen to your lies, you you Benedict Arnold." He remembered that from school.

"It's Juanita who's been telling us lies, Tiffany. She's been lying all along."

"His name is Pablo! And my name is Bob! And he's not lying. He knows. It's terrible when guys do that to you. You should hate it, hate it, hate it."

"Oh, Tiffany, you're so stubborn. But you'll see, you'll see." Abigail skipped off to play with Emma.

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A few days later brown nose Jasmine's cherry was picked. Bob wasn't surprised. Ethan would do anything to be the teacher's pet. Bob stuck close to Pablo. He needed him more than ever now. They were among the last of a dying breed. All around them were girly boys who chattered away about how nice it is to get fucked. From Brianna (Harvey), 15, all the way down to little Hannah (Tony), age 6, they all thought there was nothing nicer than having a big male cock plugging your ass hole, your boi cunt.

By mid-July most of the girls had become avid students. Whenever they had a free moment, they'd be practicing their walking, even in heels, or their talking, or their sewing or makeup or hair care. Not that they had a whole lot of free time; besides their scheduled classes, they now had household chores to do, things every girl should know how to do:

• Helping Mizz Chloe with the washing, drying and ironing. All the sisters now had so many more clothes to take care of.

• Helping Mizz Harriet with the cleaning. The whole sorority house needed to be vacuumed and dusted regularly. Then there were the bathrooms to wash. And finally the windows and mirrors to clean.

• Helping Mizz Isabella and Mizz Faith in the kitchen. It took a lot of work to shop for, cook for and clean up after three meals a day for 22 people.

Also, these former 100% boys had to get comfortable appearing in public as girls, so every day each student had a foray into the outside world, to the grocery store in the morning, or to the drugstore to buy makeup, or to the mall in the afternoon to try on more clothes, or to a restaurant for lunch or dinner, or to a public beach, or to a beauty parlor to get their hair and nails done.

The formal evening parties when male guests were invited took place each week. At least these were catered. Also once a week was cathouse night. On that evening, all the sisters sat in the living room in their sexiest outfits to entertain any men who dropped by, just like a whorehouse. The john would make his selection, go up to the girl's bedroom for a half hour, pay her a hundred dollars and leave. The youngest students especially made a lot of money, which Miss Chloe helped them budget for new clothes and toys.

The girls couldn't understand why Mr. Marcus let Bob and Pablo get away with wearing dumpy outfits to cathouse night. They had all seen Bob in his black strapless minidress and Pablo in his sexy lingerie, yet on cathouse nights they appeared in loose fitting sweaters and long jeans. The girls didn't complain though because that meant less competition for customers. Bob and Pablo just sat in the corner all evening conspiring.

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