Epilog: Whatever Happened to the Boi Cunts?

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As soon as Kit Clayton got out of his car, Jasmine jumped off the porch of the sorority house and went running to meet him.

"Hey, there, Jasmine. How's my beautiful girl?"

"Oh, I feel wonderful, Daddy." He grabbed her up in his arms and gave her a big hug. "Hey, how did you know my new name, Daddy?"

"Ha, ha. Samantha told me." He waved to Samantha who also came running. "Hi, Samantha Darling." He set his daughter down and picked up her little sister. "Are you all excited to be going home today?"

"Oh, yes, Mr. Clayton. I can't wait to see Daddy and Mommy again. Do you think they'll like the way I look now?"

"Shit, Samantha. How could they not? You are so fuckin beautiful. And your brother Ron, and your friends Will and Cliff. They'd have to all be fuckin blind if they don't think you're the prettiest thing in town." He held her up in the air with both hands, got his head inside her skirt and blew raspberries on her clit, setting off a barrage of giggles.

Finally he set her down beside his confused daughter. "I don't understand, Daddy? How come you know her?"

Samantha answered for him, "Two weeks ago, Mr. Clayton was at my table for the formal dinner and he chose me to take back to the motel. He is so fuckin nice." Samantha took out her My Little Pony and started brushing its mane.

"Daddy, I didn't see you there."

"Of course not, Jasmine Darling. When Marcus put out the place cards, he made fuckin sure you'd be on the other side of the room with your back toward me. Even from the back, though, you looked so fuckin pretty. I pointed to you and asked Samantha, 'Who's your sister in that lovely green backless gown?'"

"Except," interrupted the eight-year old, "he never told me he was your Daddy."

"Why didn't you say hello, Daddy?"

Kit picked his daughter up again and explained, "Marcus's rules, Honey. He doesn't allow any of the girls to contact their families until the program is over. But now we can have all the contact we want, ha, ha." He reached into her skirt and fingered the hole he was going to make good use of. Then he glanced down and saw little Samantha's big brown eyes. "Come on, Darling, how about one for the road." She giggled and set the Pony down on the ground, then gleefully opened his fly, pulled out his tool and began working it with her eight-year old hands and mouth.

Normally, Marcus wouldn't have allowed a father to even come on the campus until the semester was over, but he had to make accommodations for Kit Clayton. Definitely the wealthiest parent of all the students, this man was on the school's board of directors. He'd invested hundreds of thousands into the program over the years, so when he asked for a favor, he got it.

Clayton was busy kissing his daughter Jasmine, and fingering her hole, while at the same time getting an expert blow job from her little sister. He thought to himself, "Yes sir, Marcus sure knows how to turn out a superior product here. Lousy businessman though. The place has never turned a profit. He spends so much on all those clothes. But you really can't complain when you see the talented cum buckets he nurtures."

His reverie was interrupted. "Aah, there you are, Honey." Jasmine's father had seen her head bobbing away on a strange man's package and wasn't sure if that was his Joe or not. But then he saw the Pony beside her.

Samantha let go of Clayton's tool and turned to him. "Hi, Daddy!"

Browne returned her smile but said, "No, Honey, don't stop what you're doing. When you start sucking a guy off, you never stop until you're finished. Now you stay in there until you get a nice big fuckin mouthful to swallow."

"OK, Daddy, hehe." And she went back to work.

Jasmine's father set his daughter down again and extended the hand that had been in her hole. "Kit Clayton, good to meet you."

"Fran Browne. And you already know my daughter, I see."

"Jasmine, Darling, be nice to our guest." She happily got on her knees to take care of her sister's Daddy's cock."

Fran asked, "Did you say your name was Kit Clayton?" Kit nodded. "The marina king?"

"So you've heard of me then." Clayton owned a string of eight marinas throughout Florida which made him a multimillionaire.

"Shit, Boss, I've been working at your Bradenton Marina for fourteen years."

"No kidding! Please call me Kit." Clayton let out a deep sigh. "Shit, your daughter is one helluva cocksucker. She's great in the sack also."

"You've fucked my kid?" Jasmine giggled but didn't let go of Clayton's cock.

"Oh, yeah. Couple weeks ago. She loved it. Didn't you, Darling?" Another giggle. "Yeah, she just couldn't get enough Clayton meat up her cunt. Kept me busy all night, ha ha. Just wait, you'll see, when you get her in bed."

"Oh, I don't believe in fucking my own kid." Fran bit his lip. Shit, he thought, now I've done it. I just insulted my boss. I just put my whole fuckin career in jeopardy. "Look, Mr. Clayton, I didn't mean any offense, Sir."

"None taken. Please call me Kit. I admire a man who sticks to his principles." Little Jasmine thought about what her father had just said. Did this mean she wasn't going to get any fucks? She liked all the fucks she got at BCS.

"You see, Sir. uhm, Kit. That wasn't our reason for sending our child here. We just knew she would be much happier as a girl than as a boy. And looking at her now, I know we made the right decision."

"You sure did, Fran. Just want you to know though you're missing a good thing."

"Well, maybe in time she'll have her own boy friend.

The two men were quiet a few minutes, standing side by side staring toward the sorority house while their cocks continued to fuck the two young faces. They seemed oblivious to the other families coming and going who were treated to the sight of two intent girls attending to the needs of two men right there in the parking lot. Fran was starting to enjoy his boss's daughter's ministrations. But Kit's mind wasn't on the blow job, for suddenly he asked, "What's your position at the Bradenton operation."

"Maintenance supervisor." Browne knew he was a glorified custodian.

"You like working there?"

"Oh yes, Sir, uhm, Kit." It was true. The work was challenging. The staff was friendly. And the clients, all wealthy yachtsmen, appreciated his work. Fran decided there was no point in telling Kit that Mr. Jennings, the current manager, was a prick who drank on the job, fucked the secretaries and didn't know dogshit about running a marina. Fran was amused that his boss was inquiring about his job while his daughter was sucking his schlong. It was like at work, when he'd be in the mens room and the guy at the next urinal would use the opportunity to tell him about some repair that needed his attention. He never understood why some people want to conduct business while they're taking care of business.

Then Kit asked him, "How would you like to be in charge of our Bradenton operation?"

"Uhm, I don't know what you mean, Sir."

"I'm offering you the job, Fran. A fuckin good job. Probably triple your pay. And lots of fuckin perks."

"But what about Jennings, Sir?"

"Jennings is is a dickhead. I've never been satisfied with his performance. He's going to take early retirement next month. Only thing is he doesn't know it yet. Look, Fran, I know you're the right man for the job."

"But you hardly know me."

"I'm a damn fine judge of people. When you shook my hand, it was firm, solid, no-nonsense, not a weenie little girly handshake. And then you insisted Jasmine finish the job she started. I know you'll show that kind of leadership with the men under you. And you sent your daughter here, even though she looked like a boy with her dick and all. So I know you can get beyond surface impressions and dig out the truth. She told me how her brother Ron looks out for her, and that tells me you know how to train people and get the best out of them. And finally you spoke up for yourself even when your views on incest weren't the same as mine. I admire that a lot, Fran. I don't need asslickers around me. I need men who aren't afraid to tell me if they think I'm wrong. Oh, God. Jasmine Honey. Get ready to drink some Clayton cream!!" For Clayton, talk of business was an aphrodisiac.

Fran couldn't believe what just happened. Wait 'til he tells his wife. He was pumped now and quickly poured his milk down the eleven-year old's throat.

The men zipped up and each picked up his own sweet little girl and kissed her cummy mouth.

"Give me your car keys, Browne." Well, Fran wasn't about to question his boss now so handed them over. Kit hollered to the porch, "Alejandro, get your pedophile ass down here." Samantha giggled; she'd never seen Alejandro run so fast. "Here, take Mr. Browne's car, load it with all the suitcases for both our girls and drive it back to Bradenton. Samantha and her Daddy are flying back with us in my jet.

.oOo.

When Samantha returned home, the eight-year old was very nervous about seeing her friends again. She loved dressing as the girl she now was, but knew if others saw her there would be consequences. She was glad to see her mother had not thrown out all her boy clothes. Whenever she went out in public, she pretended to be a boy. Back in the house, she'd quickly change into her panties, bra and one of her dresses. Her brother Ron, 11, thought it was weird, but he had always thought his sibling had a screw loose somewhere. After all, the boy carried a My Little Pony around in his pocket and surreptitiously brushed its mane, for God's sake! From the time they were still preschoolers, Joe always looked to his brother for protection. He was afraid of strangers, afraid of people they knew, afraid of his own shadow. Ron couldn't relate to his little brother's insecurity, but felt real macho in his defender role.

Down the block lived Cliff and Will, also 11 and 8, and the foursome often played together, shooting hoops, biking, fishing, whatever. Joe felt a little less nervous around these two friends, but not entirely anxiety-free. Once when they were walking in the woods, Joe had to pee and went way off the path and deep into the trees to do his business in private. The other three boys found it comical.

Another time Cliff and Will came for a sleepover in Ron's room. When the four boys changed into their pjs, Joe went back to his own room so the others wouldn't see him. They kidded him about that, but they all had lots of fun playing games and telling jokes, staying up to midnight, drinking soda and eating home baked chocolate chip cookies (Cliff's favorite).

When Joe showed the least bit of timidity, his father didn't help matters much saying to him, "You're such a girl!" Dad decided a stint at BCS would either make him or break him.

So, now she was Joe to the world and Samantha at home. Ron just called her Kid. Now that she knew she was a girl, she felt confirmed in a way. There was was a legitimate excuse for being weak. She didn't always need to be strong, but outside the house she still tried to act boyish.

One day late in August, she was in her room hosting a tea party for her doll Vicky. She was wearing a pretty blue sun dress and having a wonderful time. Ron was outside kicking a soccer ball about on the driveway. Cliff and Will came by and joined him. Will said, "Hey, if Joe joined us we could have a game." He raced into the house, said hi to Ron's mother in the kitchen and ran upstairs to Joe's room.

"No, don't!" yelled Ron too late, and he went chasing after him. Cliff didn't know why Ron would object and joined in the chase. Moments later, Samantha heard their footsteps on the stairs, but was too frozen to hide. Her door swung open and there were Cliff, Will and her inadequate defender Ron staring at her. She burst into tears. Cliff and Will burst into laughter. Ron felt helpless; he had failed to protect her secret. The cat was out of the bag.

The next day, Samantha's mother was trying to console her in the kitchen. Ron was mowing the lawn when another friend rode by. "Hey, Ron, I hear your brother's a real sissy boy, ha ha!" Inside Samantha heard and knew the word had spread. Ron had two choices. He could side with his buddies and laugh at his sibling's expense or he could redeem himself by becoming the protector he'd been before.

"Listen, Smartass! You're talking about my sister. Her name's Samantha now, Dickhead. And if you make any trouble for her, I'll hang you up by your fuckin balls and don't think I won't." It was a risky move. He knew others would hear about his threat and his reputation was enmeshed in hers. But he felt he'd made the right choice. That was corroborated when he went inside and was greeted with kisses from both his mother and sister.

There was no longer any point in saving Bob's boy clothes. The whole town now knew about her new identity. Her mother took her shopping for appropriate clothes for play and school. Besides a wardrobe, Samantha also amassed a large collection of My Little Pony figures.

On the school bus that fall, Ron sat beside his sister and no one dared to even snicker in his presence.

Samantha was home alone one afternoon. Her mother had driven Ron to a team practice session. The doorbell rang.

"Oh, hi, Cliff. Ron ain't here. His coach call the team in for some extra practice."

"Yeah, I know. I was supposed to go too, but I played hooky. I knew you was going to be alone and I, uh, wanted to see you."

"Why?" Samantha felt very vulnerable without her support system.

"Cause, well, I, um, never mind." He turned to walk away.

For some reason, Samantha said, "You want some cookies? Mom and me baked them last night."

"Chocolate chip?"

"Yeah, hehe." Cliff came inside and the two sat in the kitchen.

"You know, Samantha, I'm sorry I laughed at you that day." He ate another cookie. "And I'm sorry I told my friends about your secret." He drank his milk. "I hope you ain't mad."

"Well, I was very angry, but you know, Cliff, it worked out, cause now I don't have to hide my secret."

"I, um, want to ask you a favor, Samantha. You, uh, don't got to say yes, but I, um, hope you do." He took another cookie.

"What?"

"Tomorrow, when we get on the school bus,..." he gulped "...please sit next to me instead of Ron. Will you?"

Samantha blushed. She had a boy friend. A real fuckin boy friend. She nodded. Cliff grinned and reached over and kissed her.

So the fifth grade boy and second grade girl sat together every day on the bus. And ate lunch together. And played on the swings together at recess. Other kids started chanting, "Cliff and Samantha sitting in a tree..." but at least they didn't say "Cliff and Joe." If anyone had, they would have had to answer to both Cliff and Ron.

The four friends planned another sleepover. This time when the three boys changed into their pjs, and Samantha went to her room to put on her nightie, no one questioned it or kidded her. She came back, sat on the floor next to Cliff and tried to keep her privates covered as they played and joked and drank and ate cookies. At one point, Samantha whispered to Cliff, "Do you want to see my Ponies?" He nodded sheepishly and followed her back to her room. Ron and Will started giggling. They waited ten minutes, then crept down the hall to listen at the door.

But Samantha and Cliff weren't talking much. They were standing by her bed kissing. Samantha put her arms around him so he returned the favor. Samantha ran her hands over his back and stroked his hair, so he followed suit. Samantha grabbed his pajama-clad buttocks with her hands and he did the same and the kissing became more intense.

Downstairs, Samantha and Ron's parents noticed how quiet it had gotten upstairs and concluded the kids must have fallen asleep even though it was only ten. They decided to retire themselves. When Ron and Will heard them on the stairs they quickly went back to Ron's room and pretended to sleep. Now they wouldn't be able to hear what their siblings were doing.

Which was: Samantha was on her knees giving the ten-year old his first ever blow job. He found it amazing. When it was fully pumped, Samantha pulled him into her bed. They lay on their side and she taught him how to fuck her. His little three-incher was the shortest cock she'd ever had in her cunnie, and the thinnest, and of course the driest, but she thought it was the best.

It took well over half an hour for his cock to subside again. When he kissed her good night, and snuck back down to the hall to join the other boys, he felt like a man. Ron and Will couldn't wait to hear all the juicy details.

When it was time for Samantha's regular checkup, her mother drove her all the way over to Dr. Hamou, who scheduled her at the end of the day, so he could get undressed and climb up on the examining table with her. She didn't wet herself that time when he fucked her.

.oOo.

Since Jasmine Clayton came home, now that she took her pills every day, she hardly ever tented her panties. She's still a brown nose which was one reason Kit sent her to BCS. No Clayton male would ever be a spineless toady, but if you're a bitch then what the hell, you're expected to kiss up.

Like her mother, Jasmine was given a generous allowance and the two quickly got into the routine of shopping and spending it as fast as possible.

Also like her mother, the bitch gladly spread her legs for any male who asked. Kit Clayton knew his wife was already a whore and now his daughter would be one also, but at least they both knew their true worth as bitches. Their only asset was their cunts. And so the same males who used Mrs. Clayton now began to use her daughter: the chauffeur, the jet pilot, the private chef, the tutor, the gardener, the pool boy, and of course Kit himself.

In October, Kit took her along with him on an inspection of the Bradenton marina. Everything was running smoothly. Profits were up. Both the employees and clients were satisfied. "Fran, you're doing a fuckin fantastic job here. Of course, I knew you would."

"Thank you, Kit. I can't thank you enough for giving me this opportunity. Please do me the honor of coming to dinner tonight. My wife makes a beef wellington that will knock your socks off."

"I'd like to meet your family. I accept!"

.oOo.

Mrs. Browne started to clear the table. "Mr. Clayton, I hope you and Jasmine saved room for dessert."

"Everything was delicious! Thank you so much for inviting us. My wife can't cook at all. All her talent is in her twat. And I guess Jasmine takes after her. And how about you, Samantha? Is your little cunt hole getting any visitors?"

Ron said, "Samantha has a boy friend now."

"You do?!!!! Now, you get up here on my lap and tell me all about him." He listened patiently as she described her lover, while her mother served the pie. "Well, Cliff better treat you nice, young lady, or he'll have to answer to me. So, Ron, young man. You're Cliff's age. Any bitches in your life?"

"Maaaaaybeee," he said sheepishly.

Mrs. Browne urged Kit to please have another piece of pie.

"I couldn't stuff in another bite. If I took any more, I'd have to take my pants off."

Samantha giggled. "That's ok."

"Hehe, yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you. Been a long time since you saw old Clayton's meat."

"Please, Boss, you go ahead up to Samantha's room. I'd like her to make you happy."

His wife too urged their guest to fuck the little eight-year old again. "After all, you've done so much for us."

"Well, I'm certainly not going to pass up the opportunity to reprise that wonderful night in the motel. Now, Jasmine you stay here and make Mr. Browne happy, oh, and Ron too. That is, unless, Fran, it's against your principles."

"No, Sir. Not at all. I draw the line at incest, but that doesn't prevent me or my son either from enjoying someone else's young daughter. After all, you told me once, that's about the only thing little bitches like these are good at." And the two little shemales, eight and eleven, did what they were designed for.

.oOo.

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