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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
15,461
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction about sex between men and boys, aged 6-16. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 5
©2010 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
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.
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Chapter 5
After Alejandro took Hunter out of the room, Marcus told all the lads to stand up. "That's the way, Girls. Now everyone point to your clit. Wonderful. Now repeat after me, 'I am a girl and this is my clit.'"
"I am a girl and this is my clit." Bob and Mike said it as loud as the others, but then realized Pablo had mumbled it. Now they were sorry they'd said it at all.
"That's what I wanted to hear. Now, Girls, point to your cunt. Wonderful. Now repeat after me, 'I am a girl and this is my cunt.'"
"I am a girl and this is my cunt." The three musketeers all mumbled this time.
He looked over at Tony, Aaron, Sean and Joe, at ages 6-8 the youngest students at his unusual school. "Hannah, Sarah, Kaitlyn and Samantha, Darlings, you can say 'This is my cunnie.' instead of cunt, 'cause your little cunnies are so fuckin cute. Go on, you four, let me hear it."
"I am a girl and this is my cunnie."
"Mizz Chloe, aren't they adorable? The rest of you girls, don't you think your little sisters are adorable? Give them a big hand." The four little boys were suddenly the center of attention and loved it. It wasn't so bad having a cunnie.
"Now, all of you girls, point to your chest and say, 'I am a girl and these are my titties.'"
"I am a girl and these are my titties."
"Melissa, you can say boobs instead of titties, hehe." Poor chubby Jared. At school he was always getting picked on. His two breasts really did look like a girl's. And the fact that his dick was miniscule didn't help either. Before lunch, when Mizz Harriet helped him and his three roommates put on their new girl clothes, he was the only one who didn't have a training bra. His was an 32B with underwire support. He remembered last month when his mother filled out his measurement form for the school. It was embarrassing having her hold the tape measure on his chest. But now, the bra actually felt very comfortable. He wished he could wear one as a boy. Jared's mother had heard all the teasing and knew her son would probably feel better about himself if he were a girl. She thought the school was a great idea.
Everyone was staring at Jared. "Melissa, Sweetie, did you hear me?"
Jared giggled and said, "I am a girl and these are my pretty boobs."
Marcus picked him up just as he had done with Bob earlier, held him tight and kissed him on the mouth. "Hehe, Sweetie, you're making all your sisters jealous. Don't worry, Girls, soon many of you will have lovely boobs also." The boys didn't know what that meant.
"OK, let's hear you altogether." Marcus led them in the chant:
I am a girl and this is my clit.
I am a girl and this is my cunt.
I am a girl and these are my titties.
I am a girl and my name is -----.
Over and over they said it. Then he told them to turn to the girl beside them and say:
You are a girl and this is your clit.
You are a girl and this is your cunt.
You are a girl and these are your titties.
You are a girl and your name is -----.
Some of the lads were even beginning to believe the brainwashing.
"Now Girls, I want you all to follow Mizz Faith outside to the patio. She's going to teach you how to walk."
When they came to the patio, they saw a beautiful inground pool. "Psst, Mike,"said Bob. "Psst, Pablo."
"Yeah, Bob."
They felt it best to whisper so Mizz Faith wouldn't hear them. "So you think they'll let us go swimming."
"I didn't bring my suit."
Then they started giggling, remembering everything they had brought was burned up. "Maybe we can go skinny dipping, hehe."
"Now, now, Girls, stop your tittering back there and pay attention." Mizz Faith had each boy walk across the patio while she coached. "Don't swagger, Juanita." "Cross your legs over as you walk, Emma." "Sway your butt back and forth, Jasmine." "Don't pull your shoulders back so far, Emily." It was going to take a lot of practice to get these lads to walk like young ladies.
.oOo.
Meanwhile, Alejandro had taken Hunter back to his room. He slipped his hand inside the plaid skirt. Hunter shuddered. "Don't be frightened, Mia. I'm not going to hurt you. Now tell me again what this is." He began rubbing Hunter's boytool through the satin thong.
"It's my clit."
"And this here?"
"That's my cunt."
"You don't have a cock, do you, Mia."
"No, Sir. I'm a girl so I got a clit."
"That's right. You used to think you had a cock like a man, didn't you, Mia."
"Yes Sir. I used to think I was a boy. I used to call myself Hunter."
"But today you learned the truth, didn't you?"
"Yes Sir. I don't got a cock. I got a clit." The fourteen-year old parroted what he knew the man wanted to hear.
"But of course you still want to have a cock. You wish you had a cock, don't you?"
"Uh, yeah, I think so." Hunter wasn't so sure what to say now.
"You see, Mia. All girls want to have cocks. And since they can't have their own, they know the only cocks they can have belong to men. Men like me, Mia. Men like your Mom's boy friend." Uh oh. Hunter was speechless. "That's right, Mia. I had a long talk with your Mom's boy friend, and I know you weren't nice to him. But, Mia, that's because you were still confused. You thought you had a cock then. You thought you were a boy. He tried to show you the truth about your cunt, but he didn't know how. That's why he decided to send you here, Mia. He believes in you, Girl, and he paid us good money. You're going to thank him for all he did when you get home, Girl. Let me show you how you're going to thank him, Mia."
Alejandro had Hunter kneel down in front of him, unzip his pants, and pull out his engorged penis. "Open your mouth, Mia." Hunter remembered the boy friend forcing him to suck him off, grabbing his head so he couldn't pull off. But today, he had no fight in him. Dressed in a skirt and blouse, his hair tied back in a ribbon, wearing a bra with falsies, and on top of that a sign he himself had lettered that shouted MIA, he was now willing to substitute Alejandro's cock for the one he'd apparently lost, or perhaps the one he never really had.
When Alejandro was primed, he told Hunter to take the thong off, lean over the bed, lift up his skirt and pull his buttocks apart, like he did earlier for Marcus. He heard Alejandro spit a juicy wad that landed on his anus. He remembered what Alejandro said when Marcus found Pablo's condom: "I always fuck bareback." He closed his eyes and pictured the scene last month, when the boy friend bent him over. Hunter was able to escape before his hole was violated. He had denied that man the privilege of picking his cherry. Now he waited resigned to his fate. He knew with this fuck, Hunter would truly die.
He felt the cockhead touch. He squeezed his eyes. He felt it pushing. He wanted to scream but bit his lip. The pressure mounted. Suddenly, his sphincter gave way with a pop and Alejandro was inside him. He couldn't take it any more. He screamed. The boys outside stopped their walking lesson.
Mia, for that was now who this child was, felt the cock plunge in and out of her hole. She grunted in rhythm. She was surprised how good it felt. She thought about the three young girls a boy named Hunter had ass-fucked four weeks ago. So this is what they felt. Was it possible that Mia was enjoying it more than Hunter did? The grunts turned to moans. Then Mia began to whisper the words those girls had said to Hunter. "Oh, yeah, fuck me good. Fuck me hard. Oh, yeah." Alejandro smiled and did just that. Just before he spurted, he pulled out and showered Mia's butt with his man cream.
When Mia joined her classmates for the walking lesson, her hair ribbon had fallen out, her blouse was disheveled, her skirt was wrinkled and stained and strings of cum had dried on her thighs. Her socks had fallen down to her ankles. Mizz Faith didn't even try to get the bowlegged kid to walk like a lady.
Pablo, Mike and Bob sidled over to the kid. "Hey, Hunter, what the hell happened?"
"Don't call me that," she shouted, not whispered. "My name is Mia. I'm a girl and I got a cunt!"
A moment later, the other students were reciting as they walked:
I am a girl and this is my clit.
I am a girl and this is my cunt.
I am a girl and these are my titties.
I am a girl and my name is -----.
It looked like there would only be three musketeers after all.
.oOo.
The girls went back to their bedrooms with their teachers. Mizz Faith gave the four teenagers Mia, Brianna, Angelina and Pablo, that is Juanita, a makeup lesson. They needed to cover all those nasty zits. Mizz Isabella gave the 11-12 year olds, Jasmine and Emma, and Bob and Mike (Abigail and Tiffany) a hair brushing lesson. The nine- and ten-year olds, Alicia, Emily, Melissa and Evelyn, practiced hooking their own bras behind their backs with Mizz Harriet. And Miss Chloe showed the four little ones, Hannah, Sarah, Kaitlyn and Samantha how to have a little girl tea party. They were having a wonderful time when Marcus came in and sat down on a tiny chair beside them. They giggled that the big man wanted to join their tea party. Marcus leaned over to little six-year old Tony and whispered, "Hannah, why don't you come play with me?"
"Hehe, OK." The lad went skipping away, his plaid skirt gayly flapping, his trusting hand holding on to Marcus.
.oOo.
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.
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.
.oOo.
Chapter 5
After Alejandro took Hunter out of the room, Marcus told all the lads to stand up. "That's the way, Girls. Now everyone point to your clit. Wonderful. Now repeat after me, 'I am a girl and this is my clit.'"
"I am a girl and this is my clit." Bob and Mike said it as loud as the others, but then realized Pablo had mumbled it. Now they were sorry they'd said it at all.
"That's what I wanted to hear. Now, Girls, point to your cunt. Wonderful. Now repeat after me, 'I am a girl and this is my cunt.'"
"I am a girl and this is my cunt." The three musketeers all mumbled this time.
He looked over at Tony, Aaron, Sean and Joe, at ages 6-8 the youngest students at his unusual school. "Hannah, Sarah, Kaitlyn and Samantha, Darlings, you can say 'This is my cunnie.' instead of cunt, 'cause your little cunnies are so fuckin cute. Go on, you four, let me hear it."
"I am a girl and this is my cunnie."
"Mizz Chloe, aren't they adorable? The rest of you girls, don't you think your little sisters are adorable? Give them a big hand." The four little boys were suddenly the center of attention and loved it. It wasn't so bad having a cunnie.
"Now, all of you girls, point to your chest and say, 'I am a girl and these are my titties.'"
"I am a girl and these are my titties."
"Melissa, you can say boobs instead of titties, hehe." Poor chubby Jared. At school he was always getting picked on. His two breasts really did look like a girl's. And the fact that his dick was miniscule didn't help either. Before lunch, when Mizz Harriet helped him and his three roommates put on their new girl clothes, he was the only one who didn't have a training bra. His was an 32B with underwire support. He remembered last month when his mother filled out his measurement form for the school. It was embarrassing having her hold the tape measure on his chest. But now, the bra actually felt very comfortable. He wished he could wear one as a boy. Jared's mother had heard all the teasing and knew her son would probably feel better about himself if he were a girl. She thought the school was a great idea.
Everyone was staring at Jared. "Melissa, Sweetie, did you hear me?"
Jared giggled and said, "I am a girl and these are my pretty boobs."
Marcus picked him up just as he had done with Bob earlier, held him tight and kissed him on the mouth. "Hehe, Sweetie, you're making all your sisters jealous. Don't worry, Girls, soon many of you will have lovely boobs also." The boys didn't know what that meant.
"OK, let's hear you altogether." Marcus led them in the chant:
I am a girl and this is my clit.
I am a girl and this is my cunt.
I am a girl and these are my titties.
I am a girl and my name is -----.
Over and over they said it. Then he told them to turn to the girl beside them and say:
You are a girl and this is your clit.
You are a girl and this is your cunt.
You are a girl and these are your titties.
You are a girl and your name is -----.
Some of the lads were even beginning to believe the brainwashing.
"Now Girls, I want you all to follow Mizz Faith outside to the patio. She's going to teach you how to walk."
When they came to the patio, they saw a beautiful inground pool. "Psst, Mike,"said Bob. "Psst, Pablo."
"Yeah, Bob."
They felt it best to whisper so Mizz Faith wouldn't hear them. "So you think they'll let us go swimming."
"I didn't bring my suit."
Then they started giggling, remembering everything they had brought was burned up. "Maybe we can go skinny dipping, hehe."
"Now, now, Girls, stop your tittering back there and pay attention." Mizz Faith had each boy walk across the patio while she coached. "Don't swagger, Juanita." "Cross your legs over as you walk, Emma." "Sway your butt back and forth, Jasmine." "Don't pull your shoulders back so far, Emily." It was going to take a lot of practice to get these lads to walk like young ladies.
.oOo.
Meanwhile, Alejandro had taken Hunter back to his room. He slipped his hand inside the plaid skirt. Hunter shuddered. "Don't be frightened, Mia. I'm not going to hurt you. Now tell me again what this is." He began rubbing Hunter's boytool through the satin thong.
"It's my clit."
"And this here?"
"That's my cunt."
"You don't have a cock, do you, Mia."
"No, Sir. I'm a girl so I got a clit."
"That's right. You used to think you had a cock like a man, didn't you, Mia."
"Yes Sir. I used to think I was a boy. I used to call myself Hunter."
"But today you learned the truth, didn't you?"
"Yes Sir. I don't got a cock. I got a clit." The fourteen-year old parroted what he knew the man wanted to hear.
"But of course you still want to have a cock. You wish you had a cock, don't you?"
"Uh, yeah, I think so." Hunter wasn't so sure what to say now.
"You see, Mia. All girls want to have cocks. And since they can't have their own, they know the only cocks they can have belong to men. Men like me, Mia. Men like your Mom's boy friend." Uh oh. Hunter was speechless. "That's right, Mia. I had a long talk with your Mom's boy friend, and I know you weren't nice to him. But, Mia, that's because you were still confused. You thought you had a cock then. You thought you were a boy. He tried to show you the truth about your cunt, but he didn't know how. That's why he decided to send you here, Mia. He believes in you, Girl, and he paid us good money. You're going to thank him for all he did when you get home, Girl. Let me show you how you're going to thank him, Mia."
Alejandro had Hunter kneel down in front of him, unzip his pants, and pull out his engorged penis. "Open your mouth, Mia." Hunter remembered the boy friend forcing him to suck him off, grabbing his head so he couldn't pull off. But today, he had no fight in him. Dressed in a skirt and blouse, his hair tied back in a ribbon, wearing a bra with falsies, and on top of that a sign he himself had lettered that shouted MIA, he was now willing to substitute Alejandro's cock for the one he'd apparently lost, or perhaps the one he never really had.
When Alejandro was primed, he told Hunter to take the thong off, lean over the bed, lift up his skirt and pull his buttocks apart, like he did earlier for Marcus. He heard Alejandro spit a juicy wad that landed on his anus. He remembered what Alejandro said when Marcus found Pablo's condom: "I always fuck bareback." He closed his eyes and pictured the scene last month, when the boy friend bent him over. Hunter was able to escape before his hole was violated. He had denied that man the privilege of picking his cherry. Now he waited resigned to his fate. He knew with this fuck, Hunter would truly die.
He felt the cockhead touch. He squeezed his eyes. He felt it pushing. He wanted to scream but bit his lip. The pressure mounted. Suddenly, his sphincter gave way with a pop and Alejandro was inside him. He couldn't take it any more. He screamed. The boys outside stopped their walking lesson.
Mia, for that was now who this child was, felt the cock plunge in and out of her hole. She grunted in rhythm. She was surprised how good it felt. She thought about the three young girls a boy named Hunter had ass-fucked four weeks ago. So this is what they felt. Was it possible that Mia was enjoying it more than Hunter did? The grunts turned to moans. Then Mia began to whisper the words those girls had said to Hunter. "Oh, yeah, fuck me good. Fuck me hard. Oh, yeah." Alejandro smiled and did just that. Just before he spurted, he pulled out and showered Mia's butt with his man cream.
When Mia joined her classmates for the walking lesson, her hair ribbon had fallen out, her blouse was disheveled, her skirt was wrinkled and stained and strings of cum had dried on her thighs. Her socks had fallen down to her ankles. Mizz Faith didn't even try to get the bowlegged kid to walk like a lady.
Pablo, Mike and Bob sidled over to the kid. "Hey, Hunter, what the hell happened?"
"Don't call me that," she shouted, not whispered. "My name is Mia. I'm a girl and I got a cunt!"
A moment later, the other students were reciting as they walked:
I am a girl and this is my clit.
I am a girl and this is my cunt.
I am a girl and these are my titties.
I am a girl and my name is -----.
It looked like there would only be three musketeers after all.
.oOo.
The girls went back to their bedrooms with their teachers. Mizz Faith gave the four teenagers Mia, Brianna, Angelina and Pablo, that is Juanita, a makeup lesson. They needed to cover all those nasty zits. Mizz Isabella gave the 11-12 year olds, Jasmine and Emma, and Bob and Mike (Abigail and Tiffany) a hair brushing lesson. The nine- and ten-year olds, Alicia, Emily, Melissa and Evelyn, practiced hooking their own bras behind their backs with Mizz Harriet. And Miss Chloe showed the four little ones, Hannah, Sarah, Kaitlyn and Samantha how to have a little girl tea party. They were having a wonderful time when Marcus came in and sat down on a tiny chair beside them. They giggled that the big man wanted to join their tea party. Marcus leaned over to little six-year old Tony and whispered, "Hannah, why don't you come play with me?"
"Hehe, OK." The lad went skipping away, his plaid skirt gayly flapping, his trusting hand holding on to Marcus.
.oOo.
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.