Boi Cunt School

©2010 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.

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Chapter 14

That night as Tiffany curled up in bed with her Linda doll, Abby cooed, "Oh, Bob."

"Bob isn't here. I'm Tiffany." She smiled, hugged Linda, and went to sleep hoping to dream about her Daddy.

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"You did what?" Pablo couldn't believe it. The last musketeer had deserted him.

"Really, Juanita, it feels wonderful! It's not bad like you said."

"Shut up. Don't call me that, you fuckin fag! I never want to talk to you again." Pablo picked up his mosquetero bear, made sure his skirt was on straight, and walked off in midsized heels. He headed to the pavilion to be by himself with his bear. As he passed by Hannah, Kaitlyn and Melissa who were practicing a dance routine to the song I Feel Pretty, he sneered at them. Faggot boys pretending they're girls, he thought. He flipped his bangs out of his eyes, adjusted his falsies and kept on walking.

"Am I the only sane kid left here, D'Artagnan, El Encapuchado? How did Marcus brainwash them all?" He took his brush out of his pocketbook and stroked his hair as he continued to pour his heart out to the caped animal. "They all love pretending their ass holes are cunts. They flirt with every man they see hoping to get another cock stuck in there. But I know how it feels when Raul fucks me. It's been over two weeks now, but I still can feel him in there." Pablo closed his eyes. "He bends me over and pushes his cock right up to my ass hole, Chado. And I try to clamp it down tight, but he keeps pushing and pushing until I can't stop it any longer. And then I feel him right inside my muscle." Pablo didn't realize he was now bent over the table. In reliving it, he actually felt his brother's cock penetrate him. "And then he starts thrusting, Chado, in and out, in and out." Pablo began to jerk back and forth against the table. "It's awful. He pumps away, in and out, in and out, again and again and again." Pablo's jerks get faster now. "And then, after like the longest time, Chado, then he stops. And of course I know it's coming. And then he screams." Pablo screams his brother's scream and the dancing girls stopped and looked. "And he fills my cunt, no, no, my ass hole, you didn't hear me say that, Chado. He fills my ass hole with his cum. And then he pulls out and laughs. And you know what, Chado? I feel so empty when he pulls out. Fuck, I feel empty now. I miss Raul, Chado. I never realized how much I needed him. These weeks without him have been pure hell. I wish he were here right now, Chado. I want to be his..."

Pablo stopped. Stood up. Shook himself. Was it true? He crumpled on to the floor, bawling. The dancing girls started over to comfort him, but Marcus who had been watching from the porch intercepted them. "She needs to be alone, Girls. You go inside. I'll make sure she's all right." Of course, the girls told their sisters and soon fifteen girls were glued to the living room window watching.

After thirty minutes, Pablo stood up, looked at his crumpled clothes and laughed.
He picked up El Encapuchado and told him,
"Soy una chica y tengo un clítoris.
Soy una chica y yo tenemos una vagina.
Soy una chica y tengo senos.
Soy una chica y mi nombre es Juanita."

The 16-year old began walking to the sorority house clutching the bear and repeating over and over, "Soy una chica y mi nombre es Juanita." On reaching the porch, she looked Marcus in the face and said in a loud voice, "I am a girl and my name is Juanita!"

She walked into the house and all her sisters came running to hug her. She kissed each one, not like a boy kisses a girl, but like a sister kisses a sister. He took Tiffany and Abigail by the hand. "I was so so wrong. I understand that now. Please, will you ever forgive me?"

The three hugged each other. "Of course, Juanita. It's all for one and one for all, hehe."

"A girl can't be a musketeer, hehe. Gabe told me so."

"She can't be a mosquetero. But she can certainly be a mosqueta!" Juanita used a slang word for chick.

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For the next several days, Juanita waited for either Marcus or Alejandro to invite her to his bed, but they didn't. She shamelessly tried to get other men to fuck her. She wore her sexy bustier to cathouse night and her prettiest gown to the formal dinner. She flirted with all the men. She used all the lines girls used to use with Pablo, but nothing worked. Now that she finally wanted to get laid, she couldn't! She even stooped to asking Brianna to fuck her. But even she wouldn't. When Juanita realized Marcus had told all the men she was off limits, she confronted him, "Why are you doing this to me? I need to get fucked! My cunt is going to close down!" He just smiled and put his paternal arms around the girl.

Tiffany and Abigail did all they could to make Juanita feel better. They were still the three musketeers, regardless of what Gabe said. They thought Marcus was very cruel to be doing this to their sister. However, that didn't stop them from having sex with him when he wanted it.

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"So Abigail, did you figure it out yet?" The threesome were sitting at the edge of the pool dangling their feet in the water.

"Figure what out, Juanita?"

"Who wants to fuck you when you get home?"

"No, hehe. I still can't imagine. I mean Daddy is nice of course, but he never cheats on Mommy. He never even looks at other women. For the life of me, I really can't guess why they sent me here. But I'm sure glad they did. They must have known all along I was a girl. But I don't know what possible clues I gave them. Daddy always came and watched me play ball. I was the star pitcher on my team. I mean Mike was. I mean. Oh, it's so confusing. But he helped me develop my arm. He said I could be major league some day. Hehe. Well, not any more, Daddy, hehe. And Mommy, she never taught me the things she should have taught a daughter. I never played with dolls or helped her bake cookies or played dressup or anything like that. But when they come for me, then I'll ask them. I know I'm going to be surprised.

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In the third week, Mizz Faith and Mizz Harriet were heading out to do the weekly grocery shopping, and they asked Tiffany to come along. After they left, the other girls get busy. The nine- and ten-year olds helped Mizz Isabella bake a cake and ice it and decorate it with yellow roses and put 12 pink candles on it. The other sisters decorated the dining room with balloons and streamers. And everyone made birthday cards, using Mizz Harriet's markers and paste and glitter and some of the lace from the doll clothes box.

When the guest of honor walked into the room with two bags of groceries in her arms, everyone shouted "Happy Birthday, Tiffany." They sat her down and put a tiara on her head.

The former Bob was crying. "I forgot it was my birthday. Do you believe that? I really forgot. I'm a twelve-year old girl now."

She sat and one by one, opened each girl's lovely card, read it and then kissed the artist. "Did you really like my card, Tiffany?" Mizz Harriet had helped the littlest sister write the words I Feel Pretty.

"I really did, Hannah. I'm going to keep it forever. I'm going to make a scrapbook and keep all your cards, because you're all my sisters now." She also opened the cards from the faculty. They were store-bought but the sentiments had been chosen with utmost care.

Then Mr. Marcus handed her another envelope. "Here's one more card for you, Tiffany." She couldn't imagine who it was from. She opened it and read it and broke into tears.

When she finally composed herself, she explained. "It's from my Daddy. He says he can't wait to see me again. Look, here's a photo of the dollhouse he built for me." The girls passed the photo around oohing at the beautiful toy.

"Your Daddy must really love you a lot, Tiffany."

"He does. I was just too stupid to know it. But Marcus opened my eyes." She gave him a big hug. "Come on, let's eat my cake!"

Alejandro said, "First, I have to give Tiffany her birthday spankings."

That night in bed, Abigail asked Tiffany--(or course, they were sleeping next to each other again),--"What did you wish for when you blew out your candles?"

"I have everything I want, so I made a wish for Juanita. I wished she would get fucked real soon."

"That's so sweet of you, Tiffany. You're a good sister."

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The last week of July was one of mixed feelings. The girls were all excited to be going home to their families, the fathers and brothers and others who had sent them here to learn to be good little girls, to learn to give up their boi cunts to make the men happy. But they were also sad to be leaving all the sisters that they'd come to love. At the last formal dinner, six of them went back to the motel where they proved to the men and to themselves that they'd learned their lessons well and would be ready for the men waiting as home. Of course, again, Juanita never went to the motel. At the last cathouse night, they were busy serving customers up into the wee hours. Juanita sat in her bustier, resigned to her sexless fate. At least she was happy her younger sisters were making so much money to take home with them, especially her two special sisters, Tiffany and Abigail.

The girls spent their last evening together emptying out their dressers and closets, gathering all their dolls, trading addressed and phone numbers. They each packed several suitcases. A girl can never have too many clothes. The next day, their families would be arriving to take them all home. Mizz Chloe came into the teenagers' room. "Juanita, Dear, Mr. Marcus wants you to go to his apartment now." Juanita's eyes opened wide. After ten seconds of stunned silence, she started jumping up and down with her roommates. Brianna, Mia and Angelina were so excited for her. They knew how much she wanted this, needed this. Juanita opened one of her suitcases and pulled out a skimpy black nightie and stiletto heels for the short walk to Marcus' apartment. She should have taken time to reapply her makeup, to do her hair, at least to shave her five o'clock shadow, but she was too excited for all that. After a whole dry month, she was horny as a mare in heat.

She quickly trotted across the campus and didn't trip once in her high heels. Marcus' front door was open, so she went in. "I'm here, Sweetie," she cooed. She saw his bedroom door open. The lights were off, but candles were lit around the bed. Soft music was playing. She went in with a big smile. The barechested figure on the bed turned over and it wasn't Marcus.

Juanita clamped her hands over her mouth. "Raul! Is that really you, my darling?"

"It's really me, my little puta. Come here and give your hermano a big kiss."

"Oh, Raul, I'm so sorry. I was such a fool. I should have known all along."

"What that it was me in the bed?"

"No, no. I should have known years ago that I was a girl, that I was your girl. Darling, I missed your cock in my cunt so much this month. It was hell here without you. Marcus wouldn't let any men fuck me."

"I know. I told him. You belong to me, Hermana, no one else. The only cock that's ever going to go in that cunt is mine."

"Oh, Raul, you are so good to me." Juanita took off her nightie and started to undo her brother's jeans.

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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.