Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2007 06:29:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Wendi Darling <sweetwendi61704@yahoo.com>
Subject: Military School - Part 3 - Carla or Charles?

     I roomed with Jamie and Robbie for the rest of the summer.  They were
spending most of the summer at school because of bad grades and too many
demerits, while I was 'exiled' because of my sexual perversions.  We had
many grand times sucking and fucking each other, and I was thrilled to be
their 'girlfriend.'

     Cousin Johnny and Uncle Owen came to visit me, several more times,
that summer.  They, even, took me fishing and boating when they weren't
having sex with me, and I, always, had to dress like a girl whenever we
went out to eat or went shopping or something.  It was soooo much fun.
Uncle Owen, ALWAYS, paid me for my services.  My Mom and Dad, or my sister,
Carrie, never came to see me.

     Jamie and Robbie went home for two weeks, before school resumed at the
beginning of September.  I was left up to my own devices, diversions and
perversions.

     When the new semester commenced, I was assigned a new room and
roommate.  His name was Ian Holmes, and we were, both, nine, and were
starting the 4th Grade.  Ian was a cute blond boy, about my height, but not
as skinny as I was.  He was friendly and all, but not into sex, at all.  He
wasn't a homosexual, bisexual, transsexual, transvestite, or, even a
heterosexual, for that matter.  He hated girls and didn't care for other
boys.  I guessed that he was asexual.

     That was all right, though, I, still, had Jamie and Robbie, and I
spent a lot of time with them in their room.  As long as I was able to suck
their cocks and get ass-fucked by them, I was happy.

     Things went along, just fine, for the rest of the school year.  I got
good grades in all of my subjects (which made my Dad, happy) and I was,
still, able to indulge myself in my perversions with Jamie and Robbie, and
with my cousin, Johnny, and my uncle, Owen, on their frequent visits.  I
was, even, allowed to come home for Christmas vacation.  My Dad was, even,
proud of me.  He said that he knew that they'd be able to make a MAN out of
me.  Hah!  I made sure that I didn't have any girl's undies with me.

     I was allowed to come home for the entire summer vacation, following
the 4th Grade.  I spent the summer hanging around with my best friend,
Bobby.  I never had sex with him, nor, even, talked about 'queer' sex, or
sex of kind, for that matter.  I hooked up with a couple of old friends
from St. Paul's, though, for some gay sex, as well as with Cousin Johnny
and Uncle Owen.  Johnny was 15, then, and had a cock almost as big as his
Dad's 'whopper,' and knew how to use it.  I bet he had been giving a good
time to his sister, Julie, and our cousin, Lollie.  Being paid as a slutty
old whore for my cousin and uncle was, extremely, advantageous.  It gave me
a substantial amount of extra spending money.

     Ian was, still, my roommate and classmate when I returned to Harding
for 5th Grade.  He hadn't changed.  He was as sexless as ever.  I don't
think he ever jacked off, either.

     He, still, hated girls and wouldn't have anything to do with guys, so
I, still, had to go to Jamie and Robbie's room for gay sex.  I was, still,
like Robbie's 'girlfriend.'  They were, both, 13 years old and, just,
starting 8th Grade.

     They had grown, somewhat, in the last year, and so had their cocks.
Their pricks were as big as Cousin Johnny's was, when he was 13 and, first,
started fucking me.  They 'massaged' my pussy-ass real well and, totally,
filled up my mouth whenever they face-fucked me.  Robbie had priority over
my holes and 'clitty,' however, since I was his bitch.

     Carla had grown, even, prettier, and I found out, sometime, last year,
that she was the Commandant's daughter.  No wonder she was the only girl in
school and had the run of the place.

     She was as old as I was and we, even, had a couple of classes,
together.  She was hanging around me, more and more.  I couldn't, quite,
figure it out, since she knew that I was gay.  It's not that I minded,
however.  She was lots of fun and had become a confidant, of sorts, to me.

     She'd come into my room when Ian wasn't around and sit with me on my
bed, and I'd tell her everything that I did to Jamie and Robbie and
everything that they did to me.  She'd listen, very intently, and scrunch
in close to me.  I was sure that she was getting hot, listening to my
recanting of my sexual bouts with Jamie and Robbie.  That was okay with me.
I didn't hate girls like Ian did.

     I had fucked more than my share, including my sister, Carrie, and our
cousins, Julie and Lollie.  It's just that I liked to have sex with boys, a
whole lots more.

     One Saturday morning, while Ian was spending the weekend at home,
Carla came into my room.  She was dressed, as usual, in her girls' version
of the school uniform.  She looked cute as hell, for a girl, that is.  I
was sitting at my desk, reading, dressed in a T-shirt and fatigue pants and
barefoot.  She pulled another chair right next to mine and sat down.

     "Watcha readin'?" she asked.

     "Oh, nothing much," I replied.  "It's, just, for a book report for
English class."

     "Is it boring?" she asked.

     "Yeah, a little," I said.

     "Want me to liven things up, a bit?" she cooed.

     Somehow, she managed to slip off her patent Mary Jane's and her knee
socks, and her bare feet were, softly, caressing mine.  I started to get a
little turned on by this, even though I like boys a lot better than I liked
girls.

     I put my hand on her bare knee and moved it up and down her warm
thigh.  She grabbed at my crotch and squeezed my aroused rod and balls.
Why was a pretty girl, like her, singling out a pussy-boi, like me?

     Watcha got there?" she said.

     "What all boys got." I said.

     "Can I see?" she continued.

     "Why me?" I asked the naked-legged cutie.  "There are lots of other
boys around."

     "You're special," said Carla.  "I can tell."

     "You can tell what?" I persisted.

     "I can tell that you'll like the hell outa me," she answered.  "I've,
really, liked you from the first day that I saw you.  I, finally, got up
the nerve to tell you.  Do you like me?"

     "You know I do," I told her.

     I couldn't take it, any longer, even if she was a girl.  I kissed her
hard on the mouth and drove my tongue between her soft lips and shiny white
teeth.  She responded, in kind and we swapped spit and tongue-wrestled, for
a while.  Then, she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to my bed.
Together, we fell on the mattress, next to each other.

     She entwined her legs with mine and, in an instant, her hand was
inside my pants.

     "I guess you do like me," she said, half-laughing.  "You're not that
big but you, sure, are hard!"

     I purred, under her touch.

     "You like that, dontcha?" she teased.

     I purred, again.

     "Hey, those aren't regulation boxer shorts you got on," she exclaimed.
"They feel like cotton panties.  Let's see!"

     Lickety-split, she had unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and
unzipped my fly.  Man, she was quick!

     "Oooooh, I thought so," she said.  "Cute ... little kittens."

     Embarrassed, I held onto the open waistband of my pants.

     "C'mon," said Carla.  "Take 'em off.  I won't bite.  Not much,
anyway."

     "Hell," I thought.  "Why not?"

     I sat up and pulled down my pants and kicked them aside.  My little
stiffie pushed out against the fabric of my 'kitty' panties.

     "Off with the panties, too," chuckled Carla.  "I wanna see your
thing."

     I slid them down over my hips and threw them after my pants.  My
cockette stood straight up and out, at 'Attention.'

     Oh, cool," said Carla.  "Let me play with it!"

     "Okay, I guess."

     "That's better," she said.  "I'm the Commandant's daughter, and if you
don't do, exactly, what I say, I'll tell Daddy that you molested me."

     "Okay, okay!" I said.

     Here was another domineering cunt like my cousins, Julie and Lollie.

     I lay back down on my bunk and, in a flash, Carla was lying next to
me.  She stroked her hand up and down my prick a few times and, then,
played with my balls.  Christ, she had almost the same touch, as did my
sister, Carrie.  I loved it!  I could stand to have her do that, all day
and all night.

     "Feel good?" she asked.

     "You know it," I groaned.

     "This'll feel, even, better," she said.

     With that, she scootched way down and kissed the head of my dick, and
tickled my piss slit with the tip of her tongue.  Then, she got down,
between my legs, and licked around the entire head and put her pouty lips
around it.  God, she was good ... as good as I was.  She knew, exactly, how
to please a young boy.  Girls don't, usually, know how, but Carla did.
She, really, did!  Her mouth, now, engulfed my entire preteen cock.  She
went up and down on it, alternately, licking and sucking.  Jesus Christ, it
was like heaven!!!  I didn't want to cum in her.  After all, she was the
Commandant's daughter.  I had no choice.  She was on top of me, giving me a
fantastic blowjob, and my body, involuntarily, responded.  My hips started
thrusting upward, and I grabbed her by her hair, cried out, and shot my
rather smallish wad of cum into her pretty mouth and down her throat.  She
swallowed it, like a pro, not wasting a precious drop.  Just like me.  She,
definitely, was no ordinary little girl.

     "Mmmm, that was good," she said, releasing her mouth-hold on my prick
and licking her lips.  "Did you like it, too?"

     "You gotta asked?" I queried.

     "Oh, good," she replied.  "Now, we can be friends AND lovers."

     With that, she got up and removed her regulation tie and, quickly,
unbuttoned and removed her uniform 'Ike' jacket and blouse.  I got up, too,
and stood, before her, in, just my white cotton T-shirt, naked from the
waist, down.  She, then, removed her skirt, and stood before me clad, only,
in a short, white cotton chemise-style undershirt and white satin panties.
She didn't have any boobs, to speak of, so she wasn't wearing a bra, but
was that a bulge at the front of her panties?  I couldn't believe my eyes.

     "Watcha starin' at?" she said, as she slipped her panties down and off
her waist and down her legs and kicked them, aside.

     Good God, Carla had a dick!

     "Christ, Carla," I said, gawking at her, "you're a boy like me!  But,
where's your balls?"

     "I'm not a boy, like you," she corrected.  "I'm what they call a
'hermaphrodite,' and I have balls, but they're inside me.  I, also, have a
cunt.  Wanna see it?"

     She lay back on the bunk, spread her legs, lifted her little dick out
of the way and there it was: a pussy ... right between her cock and
asshole.

     "What are you, though, a boy or a girl?" I asked.

     "I guess I'm sorta both," she said, seriously.  "When I was born, I
was more boy than girl, so I was christened 'Charles,' but when I was about
six or so, my girl side kinda took over and I became 'Carla.'  I got a
mouth to suck and get fucked in, two bottom holes to be fucked in, and a
dick that really works.  How's that for a fuckin' well-rounded person?"

     "WOW!" was all that I could utter.

     No wonder that she sought me out.  She or he was a REAL queer!

     "Now, you gotta do me!" said Carla.

     "Wadda ya want me to do?" I asked.

     "First, ya gotta give me a blowjob like I gave you," she said, "and,
then, I want you too fuck me in my pussy."

     "I can do that," I said.

     "C'mere, Eddie Darling.  I want you to suck me off, now."

     I climbed back on the bunk and got down between her legs.  Her 4-inch
dickette was pointed toward the ceiling.  It looked, just, like mine, only,
there wasn't any scrotum under it, just a cunt.

     "Oh, well, a cock is a cock," I thought to myself, as I took Carla's
in my hand and began stroking it.

     It was her turn to purr like a kitten.  She squirmed and mewed, and,
then, let out a little yelp when I lowered my head to her groin and put my
lips around her penis.  She moaned when I began sucking on it.

     After several minutes, I inserted a finger between the lips of her
pussy, and she yelled, "Shove it in!  Shove it in!"

     I slid my finger all the way into her warm wet cunt, while I, still,
kept up my up-and-down bobbing on her dick.  I moved my finger in and out
of her and she went into motion.  Her pelvis rotated and her hips started
thrusting, has had mine, a short while ago, when she was giving me a
blowjob.  Her whole body, then, stiffened and her hips lifted up off the
mattress.  I had a hard time holding on to her and keeping her cock in my
mouth.

     She screamed and grabbed me by the head and thrust her prick into my
mouth and shot streamers of cum into it, while having multiple male/female
orgasms.  I swallowed all of her boy juice.  Her girl juice flowed out of
her cunt and around my finger onto the blanket.

     Carla collapsed, totally spent, for the present.  I licked up any
remains of her boy cum from on and around her dick.  Then, I lifted her
cock to the side and licked the girl cum from out of her cunt crack.  She
moaned and moaned, in total pleasure.

     "Oh, thank you, my dear sweet boy," said Carla, upon recovering.
"Most boys, just, want to fuck me or have me suck them off, but, nobody
ever want to give me a blowjob."

     "Didn't you ever ask Jamie or Robbie?" I asked.  "They suck me and
each other off and I suck them off and they fuck my ass.  I'm sure they'd
do the same for you.  I'm like Robbie's 'girlfriend.'"

     "I didn't, even, know they were queer until you told me earlier, this
year," said Carla.  "Do you think they would suck my cock?  What about your
roommate, Ian?  How would you like to be my boyfriend?"

     "I know Jamie and Robbie would," I told her, "but you can forget about
Ian.  He doesn't do any sex, at all.  He hates girls and he hates queers.
I've never, even, seen him jack off.  Sure, I'll try being your boyfriend.
I'm, usually someone's 'girlfriend.'"

     That would be different: being a boyfriend AND a 'girlfriend.'  I
could, actually, be both, to Carla!

     "Now, you gotta fuck me, Eddie!" she said, as she spread her legs.

     Carla was, sure, a fast recoverer and not wanting to disappoint her or
make her mad, I got between them.  I was ready.  My cock was as hard as it
had ever been.  She raised her hips and I slid my cock all the way up into
her well-lubricated vagina.  She wasn't that tight, so I knew that someone
had been giving her young cunt a workout.  She, most certainly, wasn't a
virgin.  She smiled and blew a kiss at me while I moved my prick in and out
of her.  She was enjoying it and so was I.  I picked up the pace and she,
expertly, followed me.  She knew how to use her cunt, just as I knew how to
use my asshole when there was a cock 'massaging' it.

     I assumed that she knew how to use her asshole, also.  She told me,
later, that she gave blowjobs to her Dad and some of the upper classmen
cadets, and that they fucked her pussy and ass, too.

     My balls slapped against her ass and her limp dick got squished
between our bellies each time that I thrust into her.  It was like fucking
a girl and a boy, all in one.  Faster and faster, and harder and harder, I
went.  I had another load of hot young cum ready to erupt.  My balls ached
like hell!

     I held, myself, back until I felt Carla going into the throes of
another orgasm, and, then, my dick flared out and my nuts pumped out my
load into her pulsating pussy.

     I collapsed on top of my new girlfriend (?) and we lay on my bunk for
a good half-hour, my shrinking prick, firmly, implanted in her cunt and her
limp one smashed in between our thin young bodies.

     Carla recovered, first, and, quickly dressed.  I snickered when I
observed that neither Carla nor I had ever removed our under tops.

     "Gotta go, sweetheart," she said.  "My Dad's waiting for his daily
blowjob and fuck.  He gets mad when I'm not on time for our 'appointment.'
Better clean off some of that cum off your blanket, before you turn it in.
Ya wouldn't want anyone to think that you were jacking off, would ya?  See
ya, boyfriend."

     She, merrily, skipped out of the room, while I, still, lay on my bunk,
not yet, quite fully recovered, from our sex bout.  Now, I had three sex
partners: Carla, Robbie, and Jamie, and I was a boyfriend to Carla and a
'girlfriend' to Robbie.  There was sex, galore.  Could I ask for more?

     A couple of weeks, later, Carla was on her knees, giving me a blowjob
in my room, when Ian walked in on us.  The little 'weasel' turned us in.
The next morning, I had to report to Col. Townsend's office.  Carla was,
already, in there, standing, stiffly, 'At Attention,' next to her father's
desk.

     "What is this that I heard you were doing with my daughter, Cadet
Darling?"

     "I ... er ... uh," I muttered.

     "Speak up, Cadet!" Carla's father roared.  "And don't lie, boy!  Cadet
Carla has, already, owned up to her part in the matter."

     "She sucked my cock, sir," I replied.

     "WHAT?" yelled Col. Townsend.

     "I-I-I mean she gave me a blowjob, sir," I stammered.

     "Did you or she do ANYTHING else that I should know about?" he
demanded.

     "No, sir!" I replied.

     "WHAT?" he yelled, again.

     "NO, SIR, COL. TOWNSEND, SIR!" was my answer.

     Well, Carla didn't do anything else THAT time.  We didn't have the
time.

     Fucking Ian walked in on us, just, when we got started.  It was
against the 'Student Honor Code' to lie, so I had hoped that Carla hadn't
said anything about our OTHER fun times.  She hadn't.  She was a real
trooper.

     "Good," said Col. Townsend.  "That's what I like to see in a cadet
... honesty.  You will have to be punished for what you made my daughter do
to you, however.  Do you understand?"

     "Yes, sir," I said.

     "You're going to be put on probation and you're going to bus tables at
every meal for a month for the upper classmen.  And, now, you're, also,
going to get a paddling, right here in front of Carla, for your
indiscretion, and you're not, ever, to associate with my daughter.  She's,
already, been punished.  Her ass is bright red.  Now, drop your pants and
'assume the position.'"

     "Omigod," I thought.  "I'm wearing my 'Tweetie Bird' panties!"

     I hadn't thought to wear my regulation whit boxers.  I hadn't expected
to be 'pants' and paddled.

     "Well, drop 'em, Darling."

     Snail-like, I started to unbuckle my pants, hoping for a reprieve.  No
such luck!

     "What ARE you waiting for, Cadet?" said the colonel.  "I don't have
all day."

     I, slowly, let my pants fall to my ankles and bent over.

     "WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS?" screamed Col. Townsend, at the top of his
lungs.  "GIRL'S PANTIES?  ARE THEY REGULATION, CADET DARLING?"

     I caught Carla snickering to herself.

     "No, sir," I answered, meekly.

     "THEN, WHY ARE YOU WEARING THEM?" he bellowed?

     "They're softer and they feel better that the boxers, sir," I replied.

     "Softer, huh?  Well, we wouldn't want them to soften your punishment,
any, would we, now?" said Col. Townsend in a calmer mocking tone.

     "No, sir," I said, again.

     "Well, then, drop them, too, son," he said.

     Totally embarrassed, I slid my panties down to my ankles, and, again,
bent over and grabbed my ankles, partially exposing my bony butt.  The
colonel picked up the meanest-looking paddle that I had ever seen and
walked over to me.  He flipped up the tail of my shirt and exposed my
entire ass to him and Carla.  I got goose bumps, all over, form the cool
breeze generated by the slow-spinning fan on the ceiling.  Colonel
Townsend, now, proceeded to paddle my ass, but good.  The force of the
first swing, almost, sent me, headlong, across the room, but I managed to
maintain my balance.  It, really, hurt, and I started to cry, right there,
in front of Carla and her Dad.

     "Have you had enough, boy?" said the colonel.

     "No, sir," I sobbed.  "May I have another?"

     "Yes, you may," he said.  "And another and another."

     After a total of ten or a dozen swats, I was crying like a baby.

     "Okay, sissy," he said, "fix yourself up and go back to your classes.
Oh, yes, by the way, I'm assigning you thirty demerits for wearing
non-regulation undergarments, and you're to report to Cadet Major Carlson,
every day at his whim, for a surprise personal clothing inspection and drop
your drawers for him.  I'm pretty sure that he'll find an appropriate way
for you to work off those gigs."

     I think that my ass hurt for a week.  I was run ragged, bussing tables
for those cadets that were in high school for the next 30 days, but, at
least, I got off that probation.  I reported to Cadet Major Carlson's room,
every day, when I was summoned.

     I had to drop my pants to show him that I was wearing my regulation
shorts.  He did have an 'appropriate' way to work of those fucking demerits
that Col. Townsend had assigned to me.  When I reported to him for my
'underwear inspection,' not only did I have to 'drop my drawers,' but I
was, also, ordered to drop to my knees and give him and his roommate, Cadet
Captain Harriman, each a blowjob, once a day, for 30 days.  That was fine
with me, though, because I didn't have time to suck off Jamie or Robbie, to
say nothing of Carla.  In any event, after the 30 days of 'punishment' were
up, I was, again, free to pursue 'a few things' that were, much more,
pleasurable.

     About a week later, I went to Carla's room.  In, practically, no time
at all, we were, completely, undressed and under the covers in her bed.
She gave me a blowjob and fucked my sissy-ass, and, then, I fucked her in
her cunt AND her ass.  After all, we hadn't seen each other for over a
month.  By now, her blankets and top sheet were on the floor, and I was,
down, between her legs, giving her a blowjob.  Just then, the door opened.
It was her DAD!  In her haste, my stupid 'girlfriend' forgot to lock the
door.

     "CARLA!!!  DARLING!!!" he bellowed, in that booming voice of his.
"WHAT IN THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

     I kinda thought that it was pretty evident, but I couldn't say a word.
I was too fucking scared.  So was Carla.

     "Dad..." muttered Carla.

     "DON'T.  DON'T, EVEN, SPEAK TO ME!" yelled her Dad.  "PUT YOUR CLOTHES
ON, BOTH OF YOU!  CARLA, COME WITH ME!  YOU, CADET DARLING, REPORT TO MY
OFFICE IN 30 MINUTES!"

     A half-hour later, I was in Col. Townsend's office, standing in front
of him dressed in my fatigues.  Carla was sitting in a chair in the corner.
She must have been given a good paddling because she had been crying.  She
was, in fact, still, sniffling.

     Cadet Captain Harriman was, also, in the room, sitting in a chair,
next to the colonel's desk.  He had a big, knowing smile on his face.  I
wondered what that was all about.  I was pretty sure that I'd be finding
out, in very short order.

     "Well, Cadet Darling," said Col. Townsend, in a much calmer voice,
"just, what are we going to do with the two of you?  I can't seem to keep
you apart and it's very apparent that punishment doesn't work.  Carla has,
apparently, told you what she is, and you seem pretty okay with it.  I
think that, perhaps, it would work out if we, just, team you and Carla up,
together.  Cadet Harriman, here, tells me that you're quite a terrific
little cocksucker.  Harriman, Cadet Carlson, and I, already, know how
terrific a cocksucker and fuck Carla is.  Maybe, you'd be a good fuck, too.
What do you think about that?"

     "Anything you say is fine, sir," I told him.

     "That's the spirit, young man," he said.  "Now, I want to see you,
totally, naked!"

     "Now, sir?" I asked, meekly.

     "YES, NOW!" he answered, sternly.  "I've, only, seen you buck naked,
for that short time, in my Carla's room.  I want to get a good look at you
and, then, see how you might 'perform.'"

     I unbuttoned and removed my fatigue jacket and folded it, neatly, on
the back of a chair.  Next, I slipped my T-shirt over my head and laid it
on top of the jacket.  I sat, down, on the edge of the chair, reached,
down, untied my brogans, removed them, along with my socks, and placed
them, carefully, under the chair.  I stood up and I unbuckled and unzipped
my pants and sat, back down and slid them off.

     I HAD A PAIR OF PANTIES ON!  In my haste to get over to
Col. Townsend's office, I forgot to put on my boxer shorts!  I tried to
hide what covered my loins and butt, but it was, really, no use.

     "My, my," said Col. Townsend, mockingly, "he has cute little giraffes
on his panties.  I guess he'll never learn.  I think that we should have
him room with Carla.  Don't you think so, Cadet Harriman?"

     "Oh, absolutely, Col. Townsend," answered Harriman.

     "Well, Darling," said the colonel, "fold your pants and take off those
panties.  I'd like to see ALL of you."

     "Yes, sir," I said, as I removed my panties and set them on the chair,
too.

     "Stand at 'attention,' Darling!" commanded the colonel.

     I 'snapped to' and stood there, naked, except for my military school
dog tags, in front of Harriman, Carla, and her Dad.

     "Sorta cute, isn't he, sir?" said Harriman.

     "Cute, but skinny," replied the colonel.  "We'll have to see what he
can do."

     "At ease and on your knees," laughed Col. Townsend, as he sat back in
his chair and spread his legs.

     He unzipped his fly and pulled out a huge cock.  It was as long as
Uncle Owen's was, but a lot thicker.  And it was UNCUT!  I knew, just, what
it was that I was supposed to do.  I knelt down where I was supposed to
kneel, in order to 'worship' the colonel's one-eyed god.  I wrapped my
right hand around the middle of the shaft, my fingers, barely closing
around it.  It was throbbing like mad, and its bulbous purple head was
shiny from beneath the foreskin.  I reached in, under the colonel's cock,
with my left hand and pulled his nuts out through his fly.  THEY WERE HUGE!
I had never seen balls so large, before!  I squeezed them and his cock, at
the same time.

     "Oh, God, that feels good!" gasped Col. Townsend.  "Keep it up,
Cadet!"

     I jacked the colonel, several times, while I massaged and manipulated
his balls, and, then, I pulled back the foreskin and tickled his gigantic
piss hole with the tip of my tongue.  I thought that the commandant was
going to jump out of his chair.  I opened my mouth as wide as it would go
and I managed to get my lips around the girth of his prick and started
sucking, for all I was worth.  I could get much more than the head of his
cock into my mouth, so I started to stroke the rest of his cock, down to
the base, while I continued to play with his balls.  I glanced up to see a
lusty grimace on his face and his knuckles were white from grasping the
arms of his chair.

     I kept jacking and sucking and sucking and jacking.  I felt the
colonel's body start to stiffen and his cock get, even, bigger, but I kept
at it.  His grunts, groans, and moans were getting louder and louder.  I
expected that Harriman AND Carla were enjoying the 'show.'

     With a primal roar coming out of his throat, his body got, totally,
stiff and his prick started spewing out the hardest stream of cum that I
had ever felt, up to that time.  He grabbed me by the head and forced my
mouth down over his cock and face-fucked me like there was no tomorrow.

     Glob after glob of his jism shot down my gullet.  I'll never know how
I managed to swallow all of it, but I did.  I was afraid to make a mess on
the front of the colonel's Class A Uniform pants.  I, also, sucked all the
cum out his cock.

     "Holy Jesus, that was good," said Col. Townsend.  "You and Townsend
were damned right, Harriman.  He's GOOD!"

     "We told you so, sir," said Harriman.

     "It's your turn, now," said the colonel.

     "I thought you'd never ask," laughed Harriman.

     Still, licking my lips and swallowing, I went over to where Harriman
was siting.  His relatively smaller cock was, already, out and waiting for
my oral ministrations.  He must have been playing with himself while he
watched me munching on the colonel's cock.

     Just so he wouldn't feel left out or anything, I did Harriman the same
way as I had done the colonel.  When I got finished sucking my fellow cadet
clean, Col. Townsend was standing behind his desk with his pants and short,
down, around his ankles.

     "Come over here, boy," he said.  "I want to try your asshole out for
size."

     "Yes, sir, Colonel, sir," I said, as I scampered over to him.

     "Bend yourself over the desk, 'honey,'" he said.  "I'm going to squirt
some of this hand lotion up your ass, if you don't mind."

     "Oh, I don't mind, sir," I said, "You don't have to use anything, at
all, if you don't want to.  I'm used to it.  But that's very considerate of
you, sir."

     "Consideration has nothing to do with it, sweetie," said the colonel,
as he shot some of the lotion into my rectum and, then, lubed up himself.
"I want to make sure that I can get by your sphincter and not tear you a
new asshole."

     With that, he grabbed me by the waist, and I felt his huge hairy tool
slip between the cheeks of my young ass and poke at my, positively,
non-virginal rosebud.  I pushed my bowels out when I felt him start to push
in and the whole fucking 'salami' slid in, to the hilt, with one formidable
thrust.  It hurt like hell and it filled me, completely.

     All the initial pain turned to lustful perverted sexual pleasure as
ol' Col. Townsend rodded me out.  My God, but he was huge!  I squealed and
I moaned like the slutty girlie-boi whore that I was.  The colonel,
evidently, like the hell out of that because he started pumping me harder.

     I liked his pumping, too, and, yet another time, my primal sexual
instincts took over my body.  My fucking hips started their, usual,
involuntary grinding and gyrations, and my pelvis ran wild.  Every damn
time that the colonel jammed his ramrod into my rectum, my ass flew back to
meet him, and my rectal muscles squeezed as hard as they, possibly, could.
His giant scrotum slapped against my ass.

     After what seemed to me like a heavenly eternity, his body stiffened
and his immense cock grew even bigger.  Son of a bitch, did he ever fill my
cavity!  He lunged back and forth into me with a ferocity that I had never
experienced, before.  I loved it!  I felt his gusher, again, but this time,
it was spewing its spunk into my colon instead of down my throat.

     Holy shit, my belly was bloated with his cum!  He pulled out of me
with a lurid pop, and it was all that I could do to keep all his juices
from pouring out of my butt.

     "Now, suck me clean, girlie," said the colonel.

     "Oh, yes sir, Col. Townsend," I said, obedient, as usual.

     I got down between his knees and licked and lapped and sucked up any
cum, lotion, and body juices from his cock, groin and balls that were left
over from our unholy union.  It didn't taste, at all, bad.  As a matter of
fact, it tasted, quite good.  I had to suck in my asshole, and clamp my
cheeks and legs, together, in order to keep all that wonderful cum bottled
up inside of me.

     Now, it was Harriman's turn, again, and, once more, he was
'Johnny-on-the-spot.'  He fucked me over the desk, as the Commandant had
done.  He was not anywhere as big as the colonel was, nor was he as
ferocious with his fucking, but he was, still, quite, satisfying.  After he
finished fucking me and I finished cleaning him, I had to run to the
bathroom.  My colon was, seriously, objecting to the two loads of cum,
which it held.  Talk about an enema!  I made it to the pot, just in time,
and the juices poured out of my asshole as if I had diarrhea.  Luckily,
Col. Townsend had a bathroom in his office.  I would have never made it to
the one out in the foyer.

     When I came out, my little cock was stiff from all the arousal it had
received during my sexual 'interludes.'  I tried to hide it with my hands,
but it was to no avail.

     "Put your hands at your sides and come to 'attention,' Darling," said
Harriman, after noticing my predicament.

     I did, and so did my dick... straight up and out.

     "Well, well," said Col. Townsend, "it looks as though our little sissy
is aroused from all his fucking around.  CARLA?  Jack him off into your
hand!

     Carla came right over to me and while my dick and I were, both,
standing stiffly at attention, she grabbed my cock and began to stroke and
jack me.  I was forced to stand there, motionless, while my he-she
'girlfriend' jerked me off.  It didn't take her, long at all.  I was
aroused and ready.  I stood there, stiff and trembling, and, finally, shot
my rather small wad into her hand.

     "Good, good, daughter," said Carla's Dad.  "Now, have him lick his cum
out of your hand."

     Carla lifted her cum-filled hand up to my lips and I licked up my cum
until her hand was clean.  She took her finger and wiped off my lips and
stuck it between them.  I licked off whatever was left from her finger.

     "It looks as if Cadet Darling is, indeed, a sissy girlie-boi," said
Col. Townsend.  He seems to like his own cum as well as that of others.
From your records, I know that your Christian name is Edwin, but I know you
have to have a girl's name, too.  All sissies have one.  What's yours?"

     "W-w-w-Wendi, sir," I stammered.

     "Speak up, cadet," he said.  "We can't hear you."

     "WENDI, SIR," I repeated, loud, this time.

     "Wendi, it is, then," said the colonel.  "From now on, you'll be,
officially, known as 'Cadet Private Wendi,' and you'll room with Carla and
dress like her.  You and Carla are about the same size.  She'll loan you
some of her underthings and girls' uniforms until I can get some issued to
you.  You'll both have the same 'duties.'  You'll find that they are,
quite, pleasurable.  Now, we have two sissies!"

     That evening, I went back to my room and started getting my things,
together, for the move into Carla's room.  That weenie, Ian, was there.

     "What are you doing, Darling?" he asked.

     "If you really must know, I'm moving in with Carla," I told him.

     "Good riddance!" said Ian.  "You'll fit right in.  'Girlies' should
room with girls!"

     Dumb, ignorant Ian.  He didn't know that Carla was a girl AND a boy.

     It didn't take me very long to move in with Carla, and I could hardly
wait to be a 'girl,' again.  She lent me some of her underthings and socks
and a uniform skirt and jacket, on which she had not yet had her sergeant
stripes sewn.  Everything fit me, perfectly, including the patent leather
Mary Jane's.  We stood next to each other, admiring our reflections in the
mirror.

     There both of us were - three-striper, Cadet Sergeant Carla, and
one-striper, Cadet Private 'Wendi.'  My nametag even read, 'Cadet Wendi.'
We looked so cute, together.  I hadn't had my hair cut since before summer
vacation, so it was getting fairly long.  Carla's hair was in a darling
pageboy, and I could hardly wait for my locks to grow enough to have one of
those.

     I wondered how many cocks I'd have to suck and take up my sissy ass
before I'd get to be a sergeant, like Carla.  I wondered how many things
that Carla had to do.  I found out, very soon, indeed.  Carla and I were,
each, to suck Carlson's, Harriman's, and her Dad's dicks, once a day.  We,
also, had to let them fuck us, anytime that they wanted.  The only
requirement was that we were to be totally naked when we did so.

     Every so often, her Dad would fuck her cunt or ass, doggie-style,
while she braced herself with her arms, and I'd have to get under her and
suck off her 'clitty,' while I jacked off mine.  That was totally cool.

     I was given a complete issue of girls' uniforms and underwear.  I
looked, positively, adorable in my knee socks, short pleated skirt, white
shirt with the Peter Pan collar, continental tie, service 'cunt' cap, and
those Mary Jane's.  I did keep one boy's uniform hanging in my closet,
though, for emergencies and when my parents came for a visit or when I went
home for a holiday.  My Uncle Owen and Cousin Johnny, absolutely, loved my
girlie uniform when they came to see me for sex.  Uncle Owen said that he'd
always known that I'd make a hot little girl.

     Most of the older boys didn't know that I was, actually, a boy, or
that Carla was a hermaphrodite.  They were, always, trying to date us or
get in our pants.  Carla and I were almost always, together, and we'd hold
hands, whenever we got the chance.  They called us 'lezzies,' but what the
fuck did we care?  As far as we knew, only the Colonel, Carlson, Harriman,
Robbie and Jamie knew 'what' we were.  We were 'officer ass.'  Yes, Robbie
and Jamie received their 'commissions' at the beginning of the term, and
were, now, Cadet Lieutenants, and we continued to service them, too.  And I
was, still, Robbie's 'girlfriend.'  Carla became Jamie's girlfriend.

     It was really easy if any of them wanted a 'quickie.'  We'd slide our
panties, down, flip up the backs of out skirts, bend over, and let them
fuck us.  Then, we'd go on our merry, fairy way.  What fun!!!!!

     My expertise with my hands, lips, and asshole must have paid off,
because, just after Thanksgiving, I was promoted to the rank of corporal.

     When I went home for the Christmas holidays, I wore my boy's uniform,
of course.  I made, absolutely, sure that I didn't have anything girlie in
my B-4 bag.  My poor Dad thought that they were making a 'man' out of me.
Little did he know that they were furthering my education as a 'woman.'  He
was, certainly, wrong about this school, but I was delighted with it.

     My Uncle Owen and Cousin Johnny gave me knowing smiles, glances, and
winks when all of went over to their house for Christmas Eve.  Cousins,
Julie and Lollie, gave me knowing looks, also.  I guessed that Johnny and
Uncle Owen must have told them about their visits with me.  My Dad wanted
to know why my hair was a bit longish.  I lied and told him that we only
had to have a crew cut when we were privates, and I was, now, a corporal.

     Back at school, I resumed my 'duties' and I was passing all my
subjects with flying colors.  Although, I never was a dummy, I assume that
my good grades had more to do with my sexual services, more than my
intelligence.  It could be said, however, that letting the Colonel and my
cadet officer friends and acquaintances have their way with me was pretty
fucking intelligent on my part.  Look what the fuck 'doing' had done for
Carla.  She was a sergeant, for Pete's sake.

     There was a masked costume ball, at school, on the Saturday before
Valentine's Day.  No boy was allowed to attend unless he was in costume and
brought a costumed date.  Most of the younger boys did not attend because
they were either, not yet, interested in girls or were, only, interested in
other boys.  In either event, they were, either, not smart enough for one
of them to dress up as a girl, or ashamed to do so.  Who would have known?
We, all, wore Lone Ranger type masks.

     I went as Robbie's date and Carla went as Jamie's sweetie.  I went as
Cinderella At The Ball and Robbie was my Prince Charming.  I wore a
wonderful sparkly and flowing gown that my Mother had sewn for me
(unbeknownst to my father), a bejeweled tiara, and, of course, the 'glass'
slippers.

     Carla went as Little Red Riding Hood and Jamie was the Big, Bad Wolf.
(I don't know who ate whom, but I assumed that they ate each other.)  Carla
looked, just, adorable, as 'Red,' with her lustrous red hair, bare legs,
red cape and cowl, white blouse, shorty red pinafore, red anklets, and red
patent Mary Jane's.  Jamie sported a furry wolf suit and full wolf
facemask.  We tied for best-costumed couple.

     After the ball, Carla and I were in for another 'treat.'  Our dates
took us over to Carla's Dad's office.  He had, already, rid himself of his
uniform that he wore while he was chaperoning the ball, and was, just,
wearing a maroon velour smoking jacket.  Anyone could, easily, tell that he
was wearing nothing else under it.  His humongous cock was poking out from
under it.  Carlson and Harriman were, also, there, wearing, only, their
white T-shirts.  They had dropped off their dates and returned for some
queer action.

     In a flash, Robbie doffed his mask and costume tights, and Jamie
removed his wolf head and wolf pants.  Neither one wore anything under the
bottom halves of their costumes, and their dicks were stiff and standing up
and out, in anticipation of what was to come.

     I undid the skirt portion of my gown.  (Mom had made it in two pieces:
a long dress topped by a bodice.  She said that this would come in handy,
should I have to use the bathroom.  Little did she know how handy it would
be for other things, too.)  I sat down on the leather couch and Robbie help
me slip off the gown bottom.  Then, I stood up and slid my white satin
sequined panties down and off.  I stood there, still in my mask, tiara and
bodice, garter belt and nylons, and those slippers.  My 'clitty' was well
aroused, by this time, and was ready for action - any kind.

     Carla, meanwhile, removed her cape, cowl and pinafore, and slid her
red satin panties down and off.  She stood there, naked, also, except for
mask, her white puffy-sleeved blouse and her red anklets and those red
patent leather shoes.  Her 'clitty' was 'up and at 'em,' too.

     There we stood, with little hairless 'clitties' standing 'At
Attention.'

     I don't think that I have to explain too much of what followed.
Carla's Dad and the three boys took turns with us.  (Or was it the other
way around?)  I sucked every one of their cocks and so did Carla.

     They single-fucked us and double-fucked us.  When the guys weren't
having sex with us, they were jacking and sucking and fucking each other.

     I had to take Carla's Dad's wicked weapon, only, up my sissy ass, but
she had to take it up her ass AND up her cunt.  We jacked it and... and
sucked it, together, and let it shoot all over us.  Then, we licked up all
his cum and any pecker tracks left by the boys.  It was delicious!

     It was simply fantastic being Carla's roommate.  Her Dad, the colonel,
would take us into town and we'd go shopping (as girls, of course) whenever
I received my weekly allowance.  I'd spend most of it on girls' clothes and
underwear, and managed to accumulate quite a nice feminine wardrobe.

     We'd try on different shades of make-up and paint each other's
fingernails and toenails.  When my dark blonde hair, finally, grew long
enough, Carla would style and curl it for me and I would do hers.  It was
soooo much fun being a 'girl' and hanging around with Carla.

     Since, Carla's Dad knew about our relationship, we didn't bother to
lock the door to our room, except when we were gone, and we had many
drop-ins.  In our spare time, I would fuck her in her ass and cunt and she
would fuck me in my pussy-ass.  I'd eat out her cunt and we'd each jack off
and suck each other's 'clitties.'

     On a Saturday, a couple of weeks before the end of the school year, I
was, absent-mindedly, sauntering down the hall in the Administration
Building.

     All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and heard a familiar
man's voice say, "Young lady, can you tell me where I can find Cadet
Darling?"

     "OMIGOD!  Dad!" I thought to myself, shuddering.

     "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't know," I said, not looking at him and
trying to use my best-disguised girls' voice.

     It didn't fool him!

     "Eddie?" he roared, as he spun me around to face him.

     "Hi, Pop," I said, meekly.

     "What's the meaning of this?" he wanted to know.  "Why are you dressed
like a girl, again?  I thought we were all through with this shit.  You're,
still, a little faggot sissy!  And look at that nametag: 'Wendi'"

     "You know I like being a girl," I said to him.  "What's wrong with
that?"

     "I'll tell you what's wrong with it," he scolded.  "You're my SON; not
my DAUGHTER!"

     "You didn't seem to mind selling my mouth and ass to your cronies to
pay off your gambling debts, though, did you, Pop?" I spat back.

     "Don't you sass me!" he yelled.  "I've been paying my good money to
send you to this school, in hopes of them straightening you out, and I come
here to find you dressed as a girl."

     "Well, I think I look kinda cute and I get paid good money for being
kinda cute," I shot back at him.  "Wanna blowjob or fuck my ass?  Uncle
Owen and Cousin Johnny have, so why not you?"

     WHAM, he slapped me across my face.

     "Pack up all your things, you fucking slut!" he said.  "You're coming
home with me, NOW!  I'm going to find that Col. Townsend and tell him that
I'm taking you out of his academy."

     Bawling, I ran back to my room.  Carla was there.

     "What's wrong, Wendi?" she asked.  "Why are you crying?"

     "My Dad came here to visit me and he saw me dressed like a girl," I
told her.  "And, now, he's pulling me out of school."

     "God, that's awful!" said Carla.

     "It's worse than awful," I said, still, blubbering.  "You have my
address and telephone number, don't you?"

     "Yeah, I have it," she said.

     "Well, you write and call me," I told her, "and make sure Robbie and
Jamie have them, too, and tell them to write and call me.  I won't be able
to say 'Good-bye' to them, before I leave.  I love you, Carla!"

     "I love you, too, Wendi," said Carla, crying.  "I'll write and call
and tell Robbie and Jamie.  Bye."

     "Bye, Carla."

     My Dad had, already, pulled up the car to the front of the building,
as I dragged my last suitcase, outside.  He threw everything into the car,
shoved me, still, dressed as a girl, into the back seat and off we went.
Carla and I waved to each other as we drove away.

     "Well, you damned brat," said my Dad.  "You did it, again, damn it.
Now, I'll have to find you ANOTHER school.  I guess it'll have to be
St. Mary's, where your old friend, Bobby, goes.  You haven't had sex with
him, have you?"

     "No, sir," I said.

     "Not yet, anyway," I thought.