Boi Cunt School

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Chapter 13

One nice sunny day Marcus and Alejandro again stood on the porch watching the girls on the front lawn. Some jumped rope, some played with their dollies, and some in bathing suits worked on their tans. Mizz Harriet was teaching some how to walk in heels. Pablo was in the kitchen peeling potatoes for Mizz Faith.

Marcus had been watching one youngster who was not playing with the others. Tiffany was sitting under a tree by herself, engaged in a long conversation with her doll. He was wise enough not to force her to join her sisters. Girls often needed time by themselves. But after a while, he caught Mizz Harriet's eyes, and nodded his head toward the tree. She walked over and spoke to the lone student, who looked over at Marcus, then stood up and carried the doll slowly toward the porch.

"Is it my turn now, Mr. Marcus?"

"You know it was going to come eventually, little Girl."

"Yeah, I knew that." One by one over the last few days, each boy had been taken by one of the men to be deflowered. Except for the handful who had been penetrated already at home. And one by one each one returned to the group a changed person. Bob felt he was losing not only his friends, but his confidantes. Mike, who had been his closest buddy, now insisted on being called Abigail even when the two of them were alone. Bob knew it was only a matter of time before he had to give his ass hole up. "So, are you going to do it?"

"Do you want me to? Would you rather go with Alejandro?" The two men looked at him.

"No, I'd rather you do it." He heard about the two men's different styles. Marcus was the gentler one and so tended to take the younger boys and those who were extra sensitive. Alejandro took the older kids, the non-virgins, and those who displayed a little extra spunk.

"OK, then, Tiffany. Come along, let's go up to your room." They went inside. "You know, Tiffany. I didn't have to be the one to do this. You could have let your Daddy do it." Bob knew he meant his stepdad. "He's been wanting to use your cunt for a long time, little Girl. You know that. But whenever he got close, you wouldn't let him. That wasn't nice, Tiffany. But of course, you were still confused then. You didn't know you were a girl. You didn't know you had a cunt. So he forgives you, Girl. And the next time you see him, you'll be able to show him how sorry you are for making him sad."

As they stood by Bob's bed, Marcus asked, "What did you name your dolly, Tiffany?"

"Linda."

"Linda's a very pretty name, Girl."

"Yes, very pretty." Actually, Linda was the name of the girl in sixth grade that Bob had a crush on.

"A pretty name for a pretty doll, and a pretty doll for a pretty little girl."

"Thank you, Mr. Marcus." Bob knew how to play along. He knew what the man wanted to hear.

"Your parents will be so happy to see you again, Tiffany. By the end of the month, you're going to have so much to tell them and show them. Your daddy will be so surprised at how you've changed."

Bob certainly was looking forward to the end of this torturous month. He couldn't wait to get back into his old pants and shirts, his boy clothes, and grab his mitt and start tossing the ball around with his friends, instead of playing silly games like jump rope. He swore he'd never wear a dress again. He'd take his bike down to the barber and get a haircut, as short as possible. He especially wouldn't take any more of those dick-shrivelling pills. Maybe he'd give the doll to Linda. Maybe she'd like him then. At least notice him. He couldn't talk to anyone about his plans, not even Mike. But in the pavilion, he told Linda just what he was going to do.

Of course he had no way of knowing that his mom and stepdad had already given all his boy clothes to a thrift shop and had begun filling his closet with dresses. He didn't know they got rid of his mitt and the rest of his toys. He didn't know they were about to paint his room pink and get frilly curtains. He didn't know his stepdad had begun to build him a dollhouse.

"Now, Tiffany, tell Marcus everything that happens when Daddy comes into your room. Don't leave anything out, because I can tell if you're lying, Girl."

"First, he tells me to take my clothes off."

"And what do you do?"

"I take them off."

"No, Tiffany, tell me everything. What do you take off first?"

"Uh, I kick off my sneakers."

"Yes, that was when you wore boy clothes. Now that you have your nice girl clothes, you'll do it differently. You'll sit on the bed and use your hands to take off your shoes. Go on, sit down. No, don't cross your foot on to the other leg. That's how a boy does it. A girl bends her knee and holds both her knee and foot in front of her and then takes off her shoe with her hands and puts it carefully on the floor. That's the way, Girl. Now the other foot. Excellent, you're learning. What do you take off next?"

"My socks, unless I ain't got any on."

"Well, now you have long socks that come up to your knees, and you may even be wearing stockings that come all the way up to your thighs, so you start at the top, and you roll your sock down your leg, again keeping it in front of you. That's the way. Not too fast. Now slip it off your foot. Good. Now the other sock. You look real sexy taking your socks off that way. What next?"

"My shirt." Bob started to pull his blouse open.

"No, little Girl, not like that. First slip the blouse out from your skirt. Then undo each button, one at a time. And as you look down, you know, you can look at your Daddy out of the top of your eyes, and even though your face is down, he can still tell if you're smiling. And when it's all unbuttoned, then turn your back to Daddy and slip it off your shoulders and let it slide down your arms. That's the way. Now turn around and show Daddy your pretty new bra. What next?"

"My pants."

"Well, you might be wearing pants for Daddy, but right now you have your skirt on, so unbutton the waist and stand real straight and just let it fall. Now step out of it and pick it up, and fold it. Very nice. Now, your Daddy can see your pretty panties. I see you wore the ones with the fairy design today. They're very pretty." At that moment, Bob was angry at himself for buying all those silk panties. He wished he were back to his tighty whities. However, the silk felt so good on his dick.

"So, now I guess it's time to take off your bra, Tiffany. Face Daddy and reach behind you and unhook it. That's it. You do that very well now, Girl. Now this is what you do. Cross your arms in front of your titties. Yes, like that. Now reach up and slip the bra strap off one shoulder. Leave your arms crossed, Tiffany. Now the other strap. Very good. Now turn your back to Daddy and take your arms out. Put the bra down. But cross your arms before you turn to face him again. You see a girl should be a little bit shy about showing her titties. But not too shy. That's the way. It's fun to tease him, isn't it! Yeah, I see your little smile, hehe." Bob couldn't help himself. This was way more fun than taking all his clothes off in ten seconds.

"OK, Tiffany, just one thing left to take off. Take your arms down and show him your titties. Hehe. Now put your thumbs in the waistband of your panties. Oh, you look so coy, ha ha. Push them down just an inch. Yes. Just enough to see the top of your clit. Hehe. Turn around. Wiggle your ass a little. Slip your ass out of your panties. Oh, you are so, so cute, Tiffany. Bend over. That's the way. Show off that pretty cunt you have. Slide your panties down your legs. Not too fast. Down. Down. Down. And off. Peek at your Daddy over your shoulder. Now stand up again. Put your hands in front of your clitty and turn around again. Oh, Tiffany, Daddy is going to love that pretty little grin on your face. There you are, all naked for him. That shows him you want to give yourself to him. That's a sweet girl, Tiffany." Bob thought to himself, why am I enjoying this? I hate it when my stepdad makes me take me clothes off. Why the hell is it so much fun this time?

"Now, Tiffany, after you take your clothes off, what does Daddy want you to do next?"

"To blow him." Bob got down on his knees in front of Marcus.

"Now, now, Girl. Not so fast. Look at Daddy's fly. Then look up at Daddy's face and smile. That tells him you like his package. Girls like cocks a lot, you know, because they don't have their own. Now pet the front of his pants. That makes Daddy feel good. Now unzip his fly. Yes, nice. Reach in and pet his undies. Uhmm, nice. Pet them a lot. See how wet they get? I forget, does your Daddy wear briefs like mine?"

"No, boxers."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Tiffany, that was my mistake. I should have put boxers on for you. I'm sorry. Then you could just reach in and touch my cock. But, other men when they want to use your cunt, they might have briefs on, so you might as well learn both ways, Darling." Other men! Bob thought. I don't want anyone else but Daddy in my cunt! What am I saying? I don't want him neither! Why did I just call him Daddy? He's my stepdad. "Carefully, pull the briefs down over the cock. That's it, all the way. Under Daddy's balls. So Daddy's cock can stick right out into your face. Doesn't Daddy have a nice cock?" Bob nodded. "Put one hand on it and look up at Daddy's face again. Yeah, Tiffany. I see how happy you are to be touching Daddy's cock. Keep looking at Daddy and put both hands on it. Hold it. Not too tight. No, that's not tight enough. There, that's just right. Watch Daddy's face and you'll know when you do it right. Now open your sweet lips, Girl. Lick Daddy's cockhead. Yeah, I see you smiling. You like to taste it. Put your lips around the helmet. Suck it. Very nice, Sweetie. Keep looking at Daddy with those gorgeous eyes. Move a little closer so you can get more cock in your mouth. Excellent. I know you've done this to Daddy many times. He told me what a good cocksucker you are. You don't gag any more. The only trouble is, he said, you never enjoy it. But I can see you're enjoying it now, Tiffany."

Yes, I am enjoying it, Daddy. Tiffany likes sucking your big cock. Bob couldn't believe it. He was talking to himself and he just called himself Tiffany. Bob hated sucking cock, but Tiffany likes it. It makes her feel like a good little girl. It makes her proud to be Daddy's little Tiffany.

"Yes, Tiffany, your Daddy is right. You are a good cocksucker. OK, now stop, Honey. Here comes the part you never let Daddy do before. But now you want him to do it, don't you, Tiffany?"

She turned around and leaned over her bed. She was crying. "Yes, Daddy, please, Daddy, Tiffany wants you to put your big wet cock in my cunt. I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry I was such a bad girl. I promise, I'll never stop you again, Daddy." Tiffany, (not Bob), reached back and pulled her buttocks apart.

Marcus said nothing. He had heard what he wanted to hear. He spread lube on Tiffany's cunt and then pressed his hard cock forward. She opened for him like her cunt had been waiting three years for him to come in. Even Marcus was surprised how quickly he could get about four inches of his meat into her. "Yes, Daddy, Thank you Daddy. Make me your little Girl, Daddy. Make Tiffany happy, Daddy. Fill my cunt up, Daddy. Thank you Daddy. Thank you Daddy. Thank you Daddy."

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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.