6 comments/ 61137 views/ 20 favorites Marcia Goes Back to School By: Belongs2Beth Authors Note: This story continues the adventures of eighteen year old Marcia (nee Marcus) Cicero. The tale opens a week after the events related in "Carol's Gifts". Marcia has shown visible signs of blossoming in the wake of Mistress Carol's injection of powerful hormones and is anticipating returning to her school for the first time as a girl. To answer any concerns in advance; all characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older. In addition to dealing with Marcia's progress towards becoming a woman, this story deals with BDSM, Femdom, analingus, cunnilingus, group sex, gay sex, sissy protection, interracial sex, prostitution, semi-public masturbation and the copious amounts of cum my readers have come to expect. The author does not approve of the type of bullying seen in this story; nor should this work of fiction be seen as an endorsement of prostitution. This is an erotic fantasy, not a blueprint for the proper treatment of transgendered persons, nerds, geeks, cuckolded husbands or anyone else. Most of the characters are amoral and should not be viewed as role models. As always I hope you will enjoy reading my work as much as I enjoyed writing it. * Marcia was painfully nervous. She hadn't been able to eat very much in days. The upside was she was even skinnier which would make Mistress and her husband very happy. She'd always been thin and on the diet Mistress Carol had her on she was already thinner than she dreamed possible. Her anxious stomach had now made her ribs and cheekbones poke out fashionably. The budding blonde beauty studied herself in the mirror. Her breasts were already over spilling the lacy 34 B Miracle Bra she wore. She marveled at how soft her skin had become in just a one week. Had it really been seven days since Mistress injected her with the cocktail of powerful hormones that were transforming the former "Marcus" from a cute, geeky boy into a stunning young woman? Mistress had indicated that this had been an unusually high dose as she wished for Marcia to grow very large breasts and eventually lactate. Marcia removed her bra and panties and regarded her mostly nude body. The girl was wearing only her cream thigh high wool stockings and the chastity device Mistress Carol had locked her into and had neglected to unlock since December 26th of the recently passed year. Nervously she made her way to the full length mirror. The feminizing youth stood five foot nine in heels. Marcia weighed a mere one hundred and fifteen pounds after the second day of failing to get down her breakfast. She looked like a runway model. The realization of her beauty momentarily assuaged the girl's fears replacing them with justifiable pride. Blonde, svelte and fashionable, Marcia could have anyone she wanted if it weren't for her inconvenient plumbing. Topped with puffy pink nipples, her breasts looked huge against her skinny torso. Her short blonde hair was styled fashionably and her makeup was applied with both expertise and restraint. If it weren't for the tiny metal caged cock and pea balls between her legs, nobody would ever suspect that Marcia had ever been Marcus. Hot tears burned in Marcia's eyes as she choked back the disgust she felt toward her unwanted appendages. That kind of anger was a male trait. Mistress had told her that indulging her anger would only slow down the process by which Marcia was psychologically becoming female. The pretty blonde took a deep, calming breath. She forced herself to smile through her rage. She began to feel her blood cool and her heart filled with pleasure. On the street Marcia would pass for female. There was no question of that. The problem was that Marcia was still enrolled as a student at boys only school. The eighteen year old would be graduating this year, but would have to spend the last months of high school among the same group of boys the erstwhile Marcus had grown up with as a blossoming t-girl. The Carsons had used money and threats of lawsuits to ensure that the pre-operative transsexual Marcia could attend the school until she graduated. This was not by Marcia's choice. Marcia would have rather dropped out and begun life as a domestic servant in Mrs. And Mr. Carson's employ. Marcia would be attending her old high school until graduation by order of Mistress Carol herself. The auburn haired cougar's new lover DaShawn had demanded this of the typically Dominant Carol and she acquiesced. The black stud was swinging the biggest cock the middle aged cuckoldress had ever seen and she'd do anything to keep it aimed in her direction. By Carol's dictate Marcia was to behave at school as if she were DaShawn's girlfriend and whore. For reason's Marcia was incapable of analyzing to her own satisfaction this demand when combined with DaShawn's sexual prowess, strength and rough masculine good looks caused Marcia to swoon. Marcia was more than a little enamored of the brutal black athlete. She had even felt the words, "I love you Sir," force themselves out of her girlish mouth after the first time DaShawn had expressed his desire to become the sissy's lover and pimp. Marcia looked forward to being DaShawn's girlfriend and even to being passed around his circle of friends in exchange for small favors and token amounts of drugs or cash. She looked forward to a permanent end to the bullying DaShawn and his buddies had subjected her to as "Marcus". She didn't look forward to how her former circle of friends would react. Marcia knew she would be safer than ever amongst the jocks who once bullied her but she was in a cold sweat thinking how her nerdy friends would respond to seeing the slutty blonde she'd become. Would they resent her? Would they get turned on and want her? Would they wait until DaShawn and his crew turned their backs and beat their former comrade to death for being transsexual or for having betrayed them to associate with their tormentors? Maybe they would just subject her to ridicule. The most likely outcome would be that her former associates and friends would just disown Marcia the same way her family had done when she arrived at home three days late in a miniskirt with budding tits. The fear and embarrassment made her nipples hard and her fuckhole twitch. When Marcia got embarrassed or scared it made her horny and the only sexual pleasure she was allowed was the kind that involved her anus being penetrated. Marcia relished the delicious sensation of her anal contractions and daydreamed of being gang raped in the locker room at school. She needed to masturbate. Marcia fingered her asshole and pinched her left nipple hard, and she let out a little moan. She needed cock immediately and the nearest one was Mr. Carson's. Mistress had taken her husband out of his chastity device and the handsome lawyer had his wife's permission to fuck Marcia any time he wanted. All Marcia needed to do now was make Jack want to fuck her. Looking at herself in the mirror, the blossoming blonde bombshell didn't think she'd have any trouble with that task. Marcia removed the warm wool stockings and replaced them with a pair of black fishnets. Mr. Carson loved the way Marcia's legs looked in fishnets as the young slut knew. She put on her cutest black pumps and her French maid's uniform. Approving of her appearance in the mirror, Marcia made her way downstairs and paid a quick visit to the liquor cabinet. Mr. Carson was in his office doing paperwork and the maid was going to bring him a drink and a willing piece of ass to relieve the tedium. Marcia mixed a pitcher of mojitos. She prepared a tray with a chilled glass and the pitcher of minty cocktail and carried it into Mr. Carson's office. A man had clearly decorated this room. The wood paneled walls were cluttered with mismatched antique bookcases. In the center of the room a huge green wooden desk dominated the space. All of the furniture was brown leather but none of it was the same shade of brown. Marcia placed the tray on the desk and in her sexiest drawl said "I made you a drink, Mister Carson. I think you need to relax." Marcia made heavy lidded eye contact with her Owner's spouse and licked her ruby red painted lips. "You should have brought two glasses, Marcia," Jack said with a wink. "Lucky for you I have drink glasses on the top shelf of that small bookcase over there," the beaming lawyer gestured leftward, "so I can check out your hot little ass while you get one down for yourself." Marcia made a teasing show of slowly taking the glass down. She sashayed over to Mr. Carson's desk and poured two drinks. The pretty young thing handed Jack his drink. The blonde girl ran her finger teasingly across the rim of her drink and coyly remarked "I'm not old enough to drink, Mr. Carson. I woulda thought a big lawyer like you would know all about that stuff". Marcia bit her lip and looked up at Jack with her big brown eyes. Jack chuckled and said "You are old enough to fuck. Tell you what cupcake, let's quaff these drinks and I promise not to tell anyone if you don't and then I can show you what drunk sex with a man old enough to be your father feels like. Deal?" Marcia set aside her drink, looked Jack right in his baby blue eyes and said "I don't need a cocktail, I need cock! How about you enjoy your drink while I suck your dick? Then when you feel ready you can fuck me right here on your desk. Deal?" Jack Carson leaned back in his dark brown leather office chair, grinned wide, and unzipped his slacks. It was a good day to be Carol's husband. He'd been woken by a good morning threesome with his hotwife and her sensuously corpulent housewife Irena. He'd spent the half day he bothered to be at his Law Offices leisurely plowing his tiny secretary Sanya. Now he was going to drink mojitos and get an expert blowjob from Marcia as a prelude to plowing her teenage ass until Carol returned and demanded oral attention. Marcia took Mr. Carson's seemingly perpetually erect cock in her tender little hand and licked at the tip. The blonde girl looked up coyly at her Mistress' mate and mouthed the word "delizioso". She then sucked the fat cock deep into her mouth, her lascivious tongue working its sensual magic on Jack's balls and the base of his cock. Jack groaned and stroked Marcia's short, spiky, platinum blonde hair. Marcia continued the deep throating and tongue lashing diligently. She was craving a fuck but she also needed to taste Jack's salty sweet semen. Marcia made sweet little slurping sounds and Jack groaned and moaned and purred like a big cat. The blossoming t-girl caught a taste of Jack's pre-cum and instinctively picked up the pace and began to massage Jack behind his scrotum. Jack moaned deeply and the pre-cum flowed like wine from his thick, blue veined cock. Marcia felt's Jack's cock pumping at her face as if her mouth were the vagina the blonde teen so desperately wished she had between her perfect legs. Soon he would blow his wad deep in her throat and Marcia didn't want that. Marcia wanted to taste it all over her tongue so she could experience every nuance of the flavor. The skillful fellatrix took the fat dong in hand and focused her oral attention on the sweet spot where the glans connected to shaft. Marcia flicked at this sensitive spot it with her tongue as if it were her Mistress' sacred clit and milked Jack's fat shaft with her hand. In no time the pretty sissy was rewarded with a hot mouthful of Jack's sublime spunk. Thick and mushroomy, Jack's semen was a delicacy to all who tasted it. The white splooge carried notes of porcini, honey and sea salt. Marcia swallowed it like it was a life giving elixir. To Marcia every drop of cum a man spent on her was glorious affirmation of her femininity. Marcia kept Jack's cock in her mouth. It tasted amazing and she intended to work it back to an erection aimed at her taut bottom. It only took a few minutes of Marcia's expert attention to return Jack's seemingly indefatigable member to full mast. Jack pushed the papers off of his desk and told Marcia, "Get naked and lie down on your back. It's time to fuck!" The blonde sissy maid quickly disrobed and positioned herself on the desk with her legs spread. Jack removed his clothing and positioned himself over Marcia. The older man pushed the teenage sissy's legs over his shoulders and began driving his spit slick cock up the blonde's tight anal rosebud. Pressing all the way in, Jack could feel Marcia's tiny balls against his crotch. Soon those tiny nuts would be gone and Marcia would have a freshly crafted cunt for Jack to plow. Still, they were bothersome. Maybe Carol would cut them off herself soon. Jack would mention it to his wife when she arrived. The lawyer locked his steely blue eyes with Marcia's soft brown ones and drove the thought that he was fucking a boy out of his mind by focusing on the blossoming girl he was making love with so passionately. Marcia rolled her widening hips beneath her lover. Jack's was far from the biggest cock she was acquainted with but Mr. Carson was unquestionably the most talented cocksman Marcia had been ravished by. The girl kept her long lashed brown eyes locked with the older man's baby blues. Many men had already fucked Marcia. Jack was the only one who had made love to her. Jack picked up the pace and drove his fat cock hard into Marcia, milking her prostate and driving the juice out of Marcia's miniscule caged cock. The blonde girl moaned and Jack took her right breast in his hand, rolling the chubby nipple between his thumb and index fingers. Marcia moaned louder and came again, the juice squirting so hard it splashed against Jack's hairy belly. Jack was incredibly attracted to Marcia but he was really distracted by her penis. He knew he'd have to wait longer for the offending member to be removed as it would be reconstructed into Marcia's clitoris and vaginal walls. If Sanya's twat was any indication the surgery would leave Marcia with a tight, self-lubricating pussy that Jack would have no trouble giving powerful multiple orgasms. Jack withdrew from Marcia's snug ass and demanded of the blonde slut, "Turn over, I want to finish up!" Marcia wasn't sure why Jack always had to fuck her doggie style to cum but it was something she was used to. Marcia got on all fours on Mr. Carson's desk, pursed her lips, looked back at her Mistress' husband, and coyly begged him, "Fuck my widdle bwains out Jackie Wacky!" Marcia had always been a straight "A" student as a boy. The girl was truly relishing the role of the stereotypical "dumb blonde". She was indulging in silliness and baby talk so much that Mistress Carol had cautioned her that her behavior was "cloying and a tell." Away from her auburn haired Domina's watchful eye Marcia was having fun relaxing and just being herself around one of her favorite people. Jack mounted the prone teenager and drove his erect prick into her bowels with such primal force an outside observer would think he were skewering a genetic girl's vagina with a view to becoming a newly minted father. The man grunted nearly incoherently as he mercilessly nailed the wailing blonde with the perky pink tipped breasts. From the side view nobody would think Jack were sexing with someone who he had first known as "Marcus". "Take it Marcia!" Jack said gutturally, "I'm gonna breed your ass good you dirty little bitch!" Jack hammered Marcia's bubble butt fast and hard. Marcia was crying big tears of joy as Mr. Carson forgot himself and fucked Marcia like the girl she was on the inside. Jack's cock swelled up to nearly half again its normal size and pumped a thick load of cum deep inside the wailing blonde. "You feel that bitch?" Jack asked demandingly. "That's my seed you little whore!" Jack crowed at the girl as thin cum poured out of her caged dicklet, "Take my seed you horny little slut!" Jack ground out every last drop of his nut into the pretty tranny on his desk. He heard faint applause and looked back to see Carol in a red dress golf clapping his performance with Marcia. "Bravo husband! Good show!" Carol's tone was mocking but the smile in her eyes was affectionate, "Now be a good boy and show momma how much you like eating the nice fudgepie you just created!" Jack broke out into a sweat. He had no problem eating freshly fucked ass. He had eaten many of Carol's fudgepies over the years. What tweaked Jack about this command from his Dominant hotwife was the thought of Marcia's tiny nuts on his stubbled chin. The Domina's husband went from cocky lawyer to cuckolded wimp in a nanosecond. Jack knew that as Carol's cuckold she could change her mind and put him back in chastity at her whim. If Carol wanted to see Marcia fudgepie Jack, Carol would get to see exactly that. Jack gulped, sighed, and took his place lying on his back on his own desk. Marcia sat down on Jack's face. It was understood that if Jack were on his back obeying the commands of the sinful Mistress Carol then Marcia was above him in the pecking order. This would be the second time Marcia would be given instruction on "queening" from her Goddess. For the moment, Mr. Carson was Marcia's to rule over and dominate under the tutelage of Mrs. Carson. "Sit down on his face nice and slowly, dear," Carol directed in a calm, cheerful tone. "Make sure your rosebud is over his open lips and if he won't open his mouth for you, squeeze his balls as hard as you can." Jack had intended to co-operate easily, but when presented the option of resisting and being subjected to genital torture he clamped his lips shut as hard as he could. Marcia squatted down and her puckered asshole met Jack's puckered lips. The blonde girl grabbed Mr. Carson's big balls in her left hand and gave a hard squeeze that completely caught the blue eyed wimp off guard and his mouth opened as he cried out. Marcia may have been full of estrogen but she still had a stronger grip than a genetic girl or Sanya who had lost her testicles over a decade ago. Marcia let the sperm flow from her pink anus into Jack's hungry mouth. Instinctively the older man stuck his tongue up into Marcia's bunghole and he licked all the hot goo from her insides. Carol wasn't satisfied. Marcia's little balls hadn't gotten a reaction from her husband. "Marcia, make sure you grind those pea balls all over my husband's face," the regal Mrs. Carson directed her tender young maid. Jack cringed but continued to lick the inside of Marcia's anus. Marcia had an orgasm from the combination of the anal stimulation and the sensation of dragging her silky scrotum across her older lover's stubbly chin. The thin spew oozed onto Jack's face from the tiny caged dick attached to the teen Goddess whose perfect backside was reigning supreme over the powerful lawyer. "Hold him there a while sweetheart and then put your little balls in his mouth for good measure," Carol instructed Marcia and added "Jack if you don't co-operate completely I'll never touch you again so this is your choice." Jack supplicated himself and tried to leave his body as Marcia nearly smothered him with her beautiful ass and then plunged her tiny balls into his opened mouth as he gulped for air. This was the second most humiliating thing Carol had subjected her cuckold husband to in their twenty years of marriage. Jack still remembered the taste of black cock in his mouth from his honeymoon. Jack had been spared this indignity since. Carol regularly implied she felt she was too patient with her husband's aversion to other men's cocks and balls. Jack survived his ordeal and screwed up his nerve. His feelings had to be taken into account. Jack never wanted to see Marcia's balls again and he needed to address this immediately. "Carol, I think it would be a good idea for you to castrate Marcia before she returns to school," Jack began. Based on the look of anger on Carol's haughty face Jack's timing couldn't have been worse. The magnificent woman remained silent for several minutes just staring at her husband with incredulous disgust. "I can't believe how homophobic you are Jack. I think it is time for you to suck another cock for me." Marcia Goes Back to School "Carol please, just because I am not gay doesn't mean I'm homophobic," the lawyer argued, "and you know I don't like to suck dick. Have you forgotten how much I threw up on our honeymoon?" "You are whatever I say you are asshole and I say you are a conflicted bisexual who wants me to cut the balls off my sissy before she's ready for her sex change so you feel like less of a homo for being in lust with her!" Carol was livid. She had had it with her husband's evasiveness. She wanted a husband who sucked as much cock as she did and Jack was going to learn starting immediately. "Carol, what the fuck..." Jack started but Carol immediately cut him off. "Jack if you do not shut your mouth now and do exactly as I say you will never see my pussy again. As it is I have decided you are sleeping on the chaise tonight and Marcia will sleep in the big bed with me," Carol dictated as the head of household. "You can watch her take the creampie I was going to give you and then I'm going to take off her chastity for a little while and suck her pretty little dickie!" Carol turned her back on Jack, "Tomorrow night one of my lovers will come over. You'll either convince him to let you suck him off and then do it or I'll never have sex with you again." "As you like it," Jack had tears in his blue eyes as he spoke, "my Wife." Jack was sad and humiliated as he made his resting place in the master bedroom on the chaise lounge. His naked wife and the naked sissy maid were preparing to give Mr. Carson a show calculated to make him jealous and frustrated. He was not in his device. He'd been given permission to pleasure himself on the grounds that tomorrow night he would either win his way back into Carol's bed with his obedience or his sex life with Carol would be over. If this were the case he would be free to take up with Sanya who he enjoyed sexually but for whom he felt very little affection. If Jack were unwilling or unable to go through with Carol's demand that he convince one of her lovers to allow him to suck his cock to completion he would be deprived all sexual contact with his hotwife, her housewife or her maid. Carol really knew how to manipulate the heartstrings that connected the people in her life to get what she wanted from them and Jack both revered and resented her for it. Carol wanted her husband to become flexible enough about sex with other men and with pre-operative trannies that Carol could have the kind of loving omnisexual orgies her body, mind and spirit ached for. She also wanted Jack more docile and humble. She wanted Jack to become submissive to her new favorite; a dominant young bull who would be Marcia's new Master at school tomorrow. Carol pondered the many reasons she felt all men needed to be forced to suck each other off from time to time while she prepared to deliver the hot creamy manna inside her womb into Marcia's waiting mouth. Carol positioned her pelvis above Marcia's darting tongue. The pretty blonde maid delicately snaked her serpentine tongue into Carol's hot snatch and coaxed the semen inside to pour into her waiting mouth. Carol held Marcia's head in her hand lovingly as she fed her the comingled spunk of the twelve men she'd spent two hours with after leaving work early. Marcia eagerly lapped all the cream up and kept her attention up even after Carol's pussy was clean. Marcia loved giving Mistress Carol orgasm after orgasm with her talented mouth. Jack cried a little bit. The evening creampie was a comforting ritual after twenty years. He'd do anything to win back Carol's favor. He knew all he could do to keep from making matters worse was keep his place and watch his wife cuckold him with the sissy maid he'd been screwing proudly less than an hour earlier. Jack felt aroused and began to masturbate. This pleased his hotwife. Marcia's oral attention gave Carol a series of orgasms so deep and profound that Carol began to approach the place where words failed to follow thought. The crashing waves of color and bliss then carried Carol into world of raw inspiration where only music could begin to detail her periphery thoughts. Carols spirit surfed on a crash of reverberating sound. Her clitoris beat out a tattoo with bright, high pitched chimes sounding an f sharp minor ninth chord as her vaginal walls thrummed a deep bassline. Her pounding heart was a drum driving the woman deep into a trance where she was guided only by her own will and her hearts deepest, darkest desires. Carol produced a golden key and unlocked Marcia's cage. She engulfed the tiny prick and small balls in her deep red painted mouth. Marcia's miniscule cock reached erection at once. Carol sucked at the petite penis like a hungry calf nursing. It took mere seconds to get her reward, a mouthful of Marcia's thin, girly cum. The hormones in Marcia's body were withering her already tiny balls. Marcia's ejaculate was nearly void of sperm already. The taste was exquisite. Carol pondered how sweet it might be if Marcia had no balls at all. When Marcia was through with her orgasm it was time for Carol to enjoy herself. Carol took the sissy's tiny scrotum in her mouth and bit down. She was delighted by Marcia's squeals of pain and found herself having to fight a strong temptation to just bite the poor girl's balls right off. The green eyed Domina reluctantly released the ball sack from her mouth and growled a question, "Can my sissy cum again?" Marcia's cooed "Yes Mistress! Please may I cum again?" and inspired Carol to treat the blonde waif to a second blowjob. This time Marcia lasted a full thirty seconds. As Carol savored Marcia's thin, clear, estrogen rich semen Jack spunked his last load of the night and fell asleep. Carol and Marcia cuddled close in the bed and joined the exiled husband in slumber. Tomorrow was a big day. Tomorrow Marcia would return to school for the first time as a girl. Marcia awoke early and was prettied up by Irena. The sissy maid was bathed in water infused with rose petals and her legs and pubes carefully shaved by the glowing Latina. It was too early to tell, but the presumption was that Irena was pregnant from her boxing-day breeding party. Irena hummed a sweet melody as she plucked Marcia's eyebrows and painted her face like the working girls on the corner of Hollywood and Vine. The clothing laid out for Marcia was barely worthy of the title; more closely resembling lingerie. Marcia would be attending classes in a red satin bustier, a black mini skirt that almost qualified as a belt, red satin panties and thigh high black pleather boots. Because she needed to keep a smoother line, Marcia was out of her chastity device and was instructed how to tuck her little dick and balls creating an illusion of total femininity. Carol had her driver drop Marcia off in front of St. John's Academy. Thanks to Jack's legal threats and a substantial donation from Carol the school would allow Marcia to attend school as a pre-operative transsexual. As there was no formal dress code for female student body, Marcia would be allowed to dress however she saw fit, in principle anyway. In practice Marcia would attend school wearing whatever DaShawn wanted Carol to dress her in. Carol's instructions to Marcia was that she was to report to DaShawn in the gym locker room immediately after home room and to stay by his side except when in class until the huge black athlete walked her home. Carol stepped nervously out of the black limousine and checked her appearance in the side mirror. She looked like a whore. The thought made her happier than she wanted to admit. Marcia was giddy with anticipation of her first day as DaShawn's campus bitch. Marcia was greeted with a special reception in her homeroom. The pencil necked, clown haired English teacher Mr. Gross was Marcia's homeroom teacher. The awkward academe was sweating as he stumbled through a half assed explanation of Marcia's status that had been drafted by Jack to cover everyone legally. The gangly teacher couldn't keep his eyes off of the stunning blonde tart; nor could he hide the shocking erection in his tan chinos. Marcia was embarrassed and more than a little "grossed out" by the whole ordeal. Thankfully the bell rang and Marcia left quickly and made her way to the gym walking as fast as she could in her high heeled boots. She was not ready to answer questions so she broke into a trot to avoid her friend Vance. She'd talk to him later, if DaShawn would allow. When Marcia entered the locker room it was occupied only by DaShawn and his immediate crew. Marcia's schedule had been re-arranged so that she would have P.E. first period with no other students than DaShawn and his closest friends. DaShawn had brought the school what glory it had. He could write his own ticket. "Damn girl, you went all out didn't you!" DaShawn licked his fleshy lips and praised his new on campus girlfriend's appearance. He grabbed Marcia roughly and planted a deep soul kiss on her pouting mouth. Marcia's tiny cock became seriously hard and sprung out from its tucked away position. DaShawn squeezed Marcia's tits and her little dick dripped pre-cum. DaShawn turned Marcia around and ripped off her panties. In anticipation of just such an event the girl had packed two extra pairs "just in case" as Carol had counseled with a wink. She felt massive fingers coated with slick lube opening her more than willing asshole as all the boys removed their trunks revealing seven massive black cocks pointing erectly right at her watering mouth. Marcia couldn't stay a mute participant. Her heat was even greater than that of her spunk laden lover and his equally horny friends. "Please fuck me!" the lust drunk blonde begged. "Not until you call me 'Daddy' you trick ass bitch!" DaShawn boomed at the awestricken tranny. He was breaking Marcia down; turning her out as his little whore. The big man on campus had a big plan to make bitches of all the nerdy little white boys on campus for the fun and profit of himself and his crew. Marcia was being groomed as his bottom bitch. "Please fuck me Daddy!" Marcia cooed. She was desperate for the fucking and sucking to begin. Her tiny clit of a cock was a fully erect two inches and dripping thin, estrogen rich semen. Her nipples were poking out of her bustier and hard enough to cut glass. Marcia's desire was not quantifiable. The blonde felt her options were to feel cocks and cum all over her soft skin or wither away completely. "Say my cock gives you life, bitch!" DaShawn harshly demanded, snarling and grapping the girls asscheeks hard with his massive hands. "Your cock gives me life, Daddy, Please fuck this little bitch!" Marcia pleaded with the massive ebony stud. Marcia saw stars as her pink rosebud was rent apart by DaShawn's leviathan of a penis. Well over a foot long, the monster was so dark it practically absorbed all visible light and was as thick as a liter soda bottle. Marcia was an experienced anal slut by now and yet she screamed like it was her first time as DaShawn invaded her with his huge cock. Soon the pain was replaced with pleasure as her tiny cock squirted a long spurt of nearly clear juice. Marcia moaned with delight as she was penetrated gently and lovingly by a man who was speaking to her as if she were property. She instinctively began to yield to the strong man inside her body and obeyed his command that she suck off all of his friends in succession as he owned her with his loving copulations. Marcia opened her mouth and took the manna of big black cock into her gullet over and over. DaShawn's buddies took turns filling Marcia's mouth with cock and cum while DaShawn lovingly plowed the girl. Marcia shot at least ten loads and swallowed at least fourteen before she felt DaShawn erupt deep in her guts. Marcia moaned and came repeatedly as the huge black hose filled her anal cunt with what felt like a gallon of spew. DaShawn stroked Marcia's short, soft blonde hair. "You love that black cock, don't you ho?" the athletic young stud asked. "Yesssssssssssss!" moaned the satisfied young slattern. "You are MY bitch now!" the swaggering DaShawn said, "You ain't nothin' but a trick ass ho now!" "Yes Daddy, I'm your little whore!" Marcia affirmed in a love-struck tone. "You gonna make my money ain't you bitch?" DaShawn demanded of the swooning tranny. "Yes Daddy, I'm your whore. I'll do whatever you want, just promise you'll fuck me good every day," Marcia bargained. "You'll do what I want because I own your ass!" DaShawn corrected her, "I'll fuck you good as long as you stay fine!" "Yes Daddy, you own me. I'll stay fine for you," Marcia cooed, "I love you, Daddy!" DaShawn grabbed Marcia's tiny balls and squeezed hard. "I'm fitting to have Miss Carol cut these off, bitch!" "Oh please Daddy, please make Mistress take my balls!" Marcia wailed in a mixture of pain and enthusiasm. DaShawn grunted his satisfaction with Marcia. The bell rang. Marcia had to get to Calculus class. DaShawn instructed her to try to turn all her teachers on and to meet him immediately in the quad when the bell rang for lunch. They kissed deeply and parted ways. Marcia's day was largely uneventful. The other students were too concerned with graduating with honors to court detention by harassing the only girl in the school. Despite the girls best efforts none of her teachers gave her much of a reaction. About three very boring hours later she was greeted with the sweet sound of the bell directing her to DaShawn in the quad. Marcia approached DaShawn gleefully and he greeted her with a big hug and a kiss. They sat together like any other teenage couple with the main difference being that they were the only couple on campus. They were surrounded by DaShawn's crew. She'd swallowed so much of their cum that Marcia wasn't at all hungry. DaShawn happily munched his meatball sub with his girl by his side doting on him. Vance screwed up all of his nerve. He and Marcus had been friends since they were in pre-school. He had no idea that his friend had been hiding a secret desire to be a girl. He wasn't sure he bought it either. Marcus...Marcia was now hanging out with the jock bullies who had been tormenting the two for years. Something felt wrong to the long haired young man and he had to talk to his best friend. Vance's long, curly, chestnut colored hair blew in the breeze as he made his way to the table where his friend was dressed as a prostitute and acting as doting girlfriend to the worst bully in the school. He felt as if he were in slow motion. The illusion ended when he reached the table and nervously squeaked, "Marcus, what...what's the, errr...deal?" "You did NOT just talk call my girlfriend 'Marcus'!" bellowed DaShawn, who stood up abruptly and picked up skinny Vance by the front of his shirt and pressed him up against a brick wall with a satisfying thud. Vance peed his pants but managed to stutter out, "W w w w we are b buh buh beh best f f f f fuh friends!" "Are you a girl?" DaShawn demanded. "W w w w whu whu whu what?" stammered the long haired boy. "Say what again, I dare you! I double dare you, motherfucker!" DaShawn roared, not realizing he'd quoted from a popular movie until the words left his mouth and his friends exploded in approving laughter. "I I I'm I'm I'ma buh buh buh boy!" Vance answered. At this, Marcia joined DaShawn and his buddies in a giggling fit. So help her, Vance's predicament amused Marcia to no end. The blonde slut also envied Vance's long locks and long eyelashes. Maybe she'd have her friend back without drawing the anger of her pimp. "If you're a boy then you can't be friends with my bitch!" DaShawn informed Vance. "If you're a boy it ain't safe to talk to my girl unless you ready to pay for her time! You understand me, cracker?" "Yuh yaya yeh yeh yesss suh suh suh Sir!" Vance replied in a tremulous voice. DaShawn threw Vance down and glowered at him, "Unless you are fitting to put on some panties and makeup and suck my dick I suggest you run and hide little boy!" Vance's above average sized cock was harder than it had ever been as he ran away and hid in the bathroom. He smoked a skinny joint and stroked and stroked at his bone; not sure if he were horny for Marcia or for her black lover. The teenage hippie plastered the door to the stall with thick loads of fresh cum and passed the time until the bell called him back to classes. Marcia instead went off with DaShawn to the gym and the two fucked again in the locker room. They were alone in there, but could hear students playing volleyball nearby. Soon they would return to change into their street clothes and would be greeted to a live sex show featuring massive DaShawn and the closest thing to a naked girl many of the boys would have ever seen. DaShawn assured Marcia this was to generate interest in her services as a prostitute and to send a message to "whitey." Marcia lost it and began a series of powerful orgasms as soon as their audience arrived. Her tiny cock secreted its girly juices all over the locker room floor as the pretty blonde wailed and milked her lover's cock of all of its spunk. DaShawn and Marcia dressed quickly and made their way to their next classes. Marcia's next class was Physics and she sat next to poor, piss stained, shaken up, confused and horny as hell Vance. Her bloodshot eyed former best friend had a pained look on his face when he passed the blonde girl a note. Marcia opened the note and saw it read simply, "Why?" Marcia wrote under the question, "My Mistress told me it was better to be a girl. She was right!" She passed the note back to Vance with a wink and a friendly smile. Vance passed Marcia a second note reading, "How?" Marcia grinned and handed Vance Mistress Carol's personal calling card. Carol had sent Marcia with a stack, "Just in case any of your friends want to join you in your path of self-improvement." Marcia hoped that Vance would choose to become beautiful like she had; it seemed a safer course of action than continuing to be slight of build, bookish, and male. Vance blushed and put the card in his shirt pocket. He felt his nipples stiffen against the fabric and both his cock and anus twitched pleasantly. The long haired lad was high as a kite and a world of new sexual options flooded his imagination. He wasn't sure where things were going but he knew his virginity was going to come to a pleasing end one way or another very soon. After Physics, Marcia went to her Art class. This one was fun for her as she was asked to model. Marcia took a pose known as a "fertility curve". This pose was an arching of the back tilting the buttocks upward that Mistress Carol had taught the girl would cause most men who saw her to have an erection. Based on the reaction of the boys in her class Marcia was doing it right. She had gone from unpopular nerd to sex symbol in one day. Marcia was a happy girl. Marcia's last class of the day was English with Mr. Gross; her awkward homeroom teacher with the clown hair and the big erection aimed right at her. The gangly English teacher taught the entire class directly to Marcia with his hard cock visible to all. By some outrageous twist of fortune Mr. Gross was unaware his erection was visible or that his students were laughing uncontrollably at this fact. Mr. Gross was only aware of the teenaged Venus in his classroom. When the bell rang the students left campus with the exception of Marcia, DaShawn and his crew. When they spied Vance DaShawn's buddies followed him. They disappeared off into the horizon chasing the frightened yet excited Vance. When they caught him they intended to give him a seeing to that would leave him ready to become Carol's next experiment out of fear, lust or a mixture of the two. Marcia remained after class with Mr. Gross and DaShawn was waiting to collect his bitch and his money. Mr. Gross' heart was pounding as he propositioned Marcia, "Marcia, I'll be blunt; I have to have sex with you. I will give you an 'A' for the year right now and you won't even have to do any work." Marcia Goes Back to School Marcia pulled the smarmy teacher close by his necktie and addressed him cold as steel, "Oh, you'll give me an 'A' for the year that I don't have to work for just to keep me from going to the Principal right now! If you want to fool around you gotta give me something I can give my Daddy, capiche? I keep it to a hundred!" Mr. Gross deflated. He didn't have a hundred on him. "I don't suppose you could do something for seventy five?" Marcia laughed out loud, took the money, and told him "That's a blowjob for you and a nice tip for me, Teacher! Now let me see that cock I am going to suck!" Just like that, there was no going back. Marcia was now officially a prostitute about to turn her first trick. Mr. Gross pulled out his respectably sized uncircumcised cock, and Marcia took him in one swallow and brought him directly to the best climax he'd had in a long time. Marcia savored the taste of his well-seasoned cum, noting hints of bourbon and lemon juice. The mildly embarrassed teacher quickly put his penis back in his briefs, zipped up and thanked Marcia. "If you bring a hundred tomorrow I'll let you fuck me and throw in another bj as a freebie!" Marcia said to the blushing teacher, blowing him a flirty little kiss. "I'll bring a hundred every day from now on angel cakes!" the smitten Mr. Gross said in what he assumed was a seductive tone. Marcia walked out of the classroom into DaShawn's waiting arms. He held her close and hard and growled into her ear, "You got my money, bitch?" The blonde whore handed her pimp fifty dollars and said flatly, "The poor bastard only had enough for a blowjob". DaShawn looked at Marcia with rage in his eyes and raised his hand to her. "Next time he better pay you a hundred or I'm taking the difference out of your hide. Understand me, ho?" Big tears filled Marcia's brown eyes and she cried, "Yes, Daddy! I'll do better tomorrow. I promise!" DaShawn touched Marcia's cheek in a tender way with the same hand he had threatened her with and gave her a loving kiss. Vance was intercepted by DaShawn's right hand man Marcel and the rest of the gang in the park. It was getting to be sunset, and the boy had thought to evade the big brutes pursuing him among the evergreens. Now he realized his folly. He wasn't hidden from Marcel and his crew but all of them were hidden from onlookers. "You got a choice to make, bitch!" Marcel said matter-of-factly. "We can beat your ass and rape you or you can take your clothes off and take us on willingly and then you'll be under our protection like Marcia." Vance relaxed. This was going better than he could have possibly hoped. He knew the black jocks meant to fuck him, but he wasn't sure he'd be given the option of being treated like a sex partner rather than as a victim. The pretty long haired boy dropped his clothing revealing his erect penis and nipples and made his best approximation of a girly face. "Let's fuck!" the apple cheeked boy announced. Marcel dropped trou and revealed a massive meat missile. "You can start by sucking on my 'lucky 13', bitch!" Vance opened his fleshy lipped mouth and gleefully and hungrily slurped down the big black cock that was offered. Vance had been dreaming of this for a long time. The arousal of finally tasting the musk of Nubian manhood caused the effeminate boy to ejaculate spontaneously from his seven inch cock. "Yeah!" Marcel spoke seductively as he ran his strong fingers through Vance's lustrous long locks, "All you white boys just want to suck black cock all night long!" Vance nodded eagerly and hummed, "Mmmmmhmmmmmmm!" with Marcel's massive cock in his mouth. The curly haired beautiful boy savored the salty sweet flavor of total masculinity on his eager tongue. He thrilled as he felt big fingers rub lube into his eager anus. "My buddies are gonna all take turns fucking your pussy, bitch!" Marcel announced, mildly confusing Vance who wasn't used to having his ass referred to as a pussy. "All you need to think about is keeping my dick in your mouth." "Mmmmmmph," Vance grunted in acknowledgement. The first to fuck Vance's virgin hole was Jamal, who sported a caramel colored cock that was as fat as a soda can and half again as long. The pretty boy moaned in ecstasy around Marcel's gigantic cock and began to pour streams of cum from his stiff cock. The virgin boy gained carnal knowledge having multiple orgasms like a woman thanks to the majestic power of these massive ebony sex gods. Cock after cock shot load after load into Vance's horny ass as he lovingly ministered to Marcel with his fast learning mouth. Vance had orgasm after orgasm without end as the black studs used his holes. Finally Marcel withdrew from Vance's gullet. The beautiful black jock looked at the stunning white sissy and said, "It's my turn baby! We are gonna make love!" Marcel gently laid Vance on his back on the cool grass. He pushed the long haired boy's legs over his shoulders and gently laid his massive black cock balls deep into the sweet sissy's cum filled ass. Vance's cock was hard as a rock as Marcel pumped his monster into the pretty boy. The flexible and talented Marcel was able to get his full lips over the head of Vance's pretty prick. He sucked and licked at the boys cock head while filling him up with his massive meat. Marcel's cock suddenly swelled and his gooey cum flooded the inside of Vance's colon. Vance exploded into light and his stiff cock swelled in Marcel's big mouth and fed the stud a load of cum. Marcel swallowed Vance's cum and announced "Your pussy juice is gonna be sweet as cherries once Miss Carol takes those big ol' balls off!" Vance was transfixed with fear and lust. This was it. He was going to become a girl, just like Marcia. He neither had nor wanted a choice in this matter. He spent the rest of the evening making love with Marcel. The gentle jock walked Vance home around midnight knowing it would result in a chain of events that would end with Vance disowned by his family and on a path that would make him Marcel's girlfriend and one of DaShawn's whores. At the same time Vance was becoming Marcel's lover, Marcia and DaShawn were with the Carsons. Carol had determined that Jack was to beg DaShawn to give the lawyer the honor of sucking the young athlete's massive cock. DaShawn had determined to make some demands of his own of the couple. "Go ahead Jack," Carol sneered at her wimpy husband, "ask DaShawn what we talked about!" Jack swallowed hard and did what he had to do in order to save his marriage. "Please Sir, may I suck your cock and swallow your cum?" "You can suck me off, but I get to come over here any time I want to. I can fuck your wife any time I want, I can fuck that thick ass Mexican bitch too and obviously my ho over here." DaShawn held Marcia close for emphasis, "In fact, if I want, I can come to your work and fuck you and your little secretary too!" "Yes Sir!" Jack had to agree to DaShawn's terms or lose Carol forever, "anything you want, Sir! Please just let me suck your big beautiful cock." Jack responded exactly as Carol had coached. DaShawn unzipped his pants and placed his huge cock into Jack's open mouth and fucked his face with no mercy. Carol had trained her husband to suppress his gag reflex in anticipation of this treatment. She pulled her husband's pants down and began to rub lube into his pucker. Jack found the smell of DaShawn's musky balls overpowering. He became aroused and his aversion to cock turned to hunger. He eagerly slurped at DaShawn's huge black cock while Carol drilled him with her eleven inch vibrator. "Who's a happy little cocksucker?" Carol taunted her husband. Jack took the face fucking and the ass drilling for twenty minutes. He shot several loads as his wife violated him deeply while he was entranced by the massive cock sliding down his throat. His tongue darted around trying to milk the creamy delight from DaShawn's delicious sex. He was finally rewarded with a quart of salty spunk in his eager mouth. He loved the taste and when he was done swallowing he grinned widely at DaShawn, "Thank you Sir!" He shifted his gaze to his lovely hotwife, "Thank you too, Carol, I love sucking cock for my wife!" Carol stroked her husband's head and cooed, "Good boy!" to him. Later she would let him make love to her all he wanted. For now she intended to get DaShawn's next load in her cunt. "Carol, I know you want this good dick," DaShawn said in a level tone, "but if you ever want to ride this shit again you gotta get these balls off my bitch here!" The brutal black stud twisted poor Marcia's tiny scrotum eliciting a wail. Carol had no choice. "I'm sorry, Marcia. We will have to do this tonight." Marcia lit up like the Fourth of July and squealed like a real little girl, "Thank you, Mistress!" Marcia hugged Carol tightly, "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!" DaShawn produced a sharp knife, and placed the handle in Carol's hand. "I'm taking Irena here out for a ride and I'm gonna fuck her. If I come back and my ho still has balls, we done!" "Yes Sir!" Carol said demurely. Her mind began planning how she would comply with her new Master's commands. She knew she could never again live without DaShawn's intoxicating lovemaking. She steeled herself and began the process by which she would tap into the darkest part of her psyche. In business and in love Mrs. Carson had always been uncompromising until now. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Carol was a bitch. It would remain to be seen if she had the stomach to become the castrating bitch her dark young Master had demanded she become.