Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2008 21:47:07 +0000
From: A. B. <wildcard100@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jackies' New School - part two

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Usual disclaimers - work of fiction, blah blah blah
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As I wiped the cum from my chin and stood up, I looked around for my
clothes and realized they were gone. Miss Stacy sat behind her desk and
asked sarcastically, "Looking for something sweety?"

"Um...my clothes," I said hesitantly, then quickly adding, "Headmistress."

"Here you go," she said, handing me a box from behind her desk. I opened it
up and inside there was a white training bra, black patent leather Mary
Janes, white knee socks and a plaid "Catholic schoolgirl" type skirt with a
white, short sleeved blouse with a lace collar. I looked at her like she
was joking but saw the determination in her eyes and the riding crop in her
hands and I took the clothes out. Master Paul laughed at my obvious
discomfort and confusion with how to put on the bra as he pulled up his
underwear and pants.

In finally figured it out and finished dressing in the skirt, blouse, socks
and shoes. I felt embaressed standing there in front of the two of them in
a skirt and I hung my head in shame. MasterPaul came over to me and lifted
my face with a hand beneath my chin and smiled at me. He leaned in and gave
me a kiss on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "You're an excellent
cocksucker sweety."  A tear rolled down my cheek but i smiled
nevertheless. Miss Stacy told me to go to my room and come down to the
dining hall at 5pm for dinner and dismissed me.

As I walked out of her office I got a shock as a line of 5 boys stood
waiting to go into Miss Stacy's office. I was hugely embaressed standing in
frontof them in a skirt and blouse and I heard some snickers from a couple
of the boys. I began to cry and ran out of the waiting room and ran to the
dorm. Once in my room I fell face first onto my bed and cried into my
pillow. "I don't want to be a girl," I thought to myself. "I don't want to
be a girl!" As my sobs subsided i heard whispering at my door and realized
with a start that I'd forgotten to close the door. As I looked over my
shoulder I saw two boys standing in the doorway giggling and whispering to
each other. I realized they were looking up my skirt and could see the girl
panties I was wearing when one of them said, "I'd like to pull down those
panties and give her a good fucking."

"Fuck you," I shouted as I rose from my bed. "I'm not a girl you fag. I'm a
boy." I was about to close the door when one of the boys, a redhead with a
sprinkling of freckles aacross the bridge of his nose smiled and said,
"Well, duh...we're all boys here at Papillion. And look who's calling who a
fag Miss Plaid Skirt.  For a boy you sure seem to act like a girl. Crying
on your bed in your pretty panties and skirt.  What's the matter, didn't
enjoy sucking Master Paul's cum stick?" I turned beet red and stammered as
I tried to deny it.

"H-how did you...I-I mean... wh-what do you m-mean...I mean...I didn't
s-suck..."

They laughed at me again and then the other boy, a brown haired boy with
deep dark eyes and olive complexion who looked like he was latino said,
"Hey sweety, don't sweat it. We all have to suck Master Paul on our first
day. I'm Marcia by the way and this is Amy." It was then that I realized
that, what I at first took to be shorts were actually tight, dark blue,
pencil skirts that came to the middle of their thighs. While they had on
blazers,I saw that the shirts beneath them were clearly girls' blouses and,
although they clearly still looked like boys, their hair was longer than
most of the boys in my old school (around shoulder length). As I looked
closer I saw that they also wore lipstick, a pale pink shade that had been
hard to notice through my viel of tears, and eyeshadow and mascara. Despite
all this I was still confused.

"A-Amy? Marcia?" I asked stupidly.

"Yeah," Marcia said, "What's the matter with you anyway? You act like
you're surprised. Stop being in denial Sugar."

"De Nile is a river in Egypt," Amy quipped. Despite my emotional state, I
let out a brief giggle.

"Hey, Fresh Meat here likes your jokes Amy," Marcia said snidely. Marcia
looked me up and down as he said that. Leering at my legs and licking his
lips. Amy walked into my room then with Marcia following close behind. I
noticed that when they walked they both swished their hips.  I'd walked
that way once while joking around with a girl friend (not a girlfriend mind
you, a friend of the female persuasion).  One of the bullies in my class
saw me do it and I was beaten mercilessly that afternoon on the way home
from school. But Marcia and Amy seemed oblivious to how they were
walking. They looked at my room appraisingly.

"Pretty bare," Marcia said disapprovingly. "We'll have to get you some
posters. What do you like?"

"Um...Star Wars...space stuff..." I mumbled.

"Yuuck," Amy said, motioning like he was gagging and miming sticking his
finger down his throat. "Puh-lease Sweety. How about some Brad Pitt posters
or Jonas Brothers?  I've got an extra poster of last years winner of the
National Cheerleaders Chamopionship you can have."

"Cheerleaders?" I asked, "Isn't that kind of..."

"Kind of what?" Marcia asked. "Kind of Sissy?  Helloooo....god what is with
you?"

"I think," Amy began, "that she hasn't realized what this place is all
about Marcia."

"No.  Way!" Marcia said. They looked at each other and then looked at me.
"Seriously? You don't get it?" Marcia asked.  I shook my head.
"Oh...my...god.  Sweety...um...what's your name by the way...I can't call
you Sweety all semester."

"Um...Jack," I said.

"No honey. What's your REAL name. What does Mistress Stacy call you?"

"Um...Jackie."

They giggled like two schoolgirls at that. "Well, that's was a real hard
one to figure out," Amy said. I missed the joke. "Jackie, Sweety...."
Marcia began gently. "We're all Sissies here. Amy and I are in Second
Year. Most of the girls here begged their parents come here. When I found
out about Papillion on the internet I cried for days until my parents
finally said ok. I assume you didn't want to come?"

"NO," I said a bit too loudly. "and I'm certainly not a...a...sissy."

"Oh honey," Amy said and she came over and put her arm around me. I tried
to push her off but she only held me tighter. I suddenly realized I had
begun thinking of Marcia and Amy as "she" instead of "he". "I know you used
to have to deny it. But here you can be who and what you want.  We're all
Sissies here. No one is going to beat you up because of your lisp. No one's
going the make fun of you for wearing panties...well...not much anyway,"
she giggled. "Look..." She stood back then and pulled up her skirt and I
saw that she was wearing a pair of high cut bikini panties. Pink wWth a
yellow flower right above the bulge where her cockette tented them out.

"You see?" she asked. We're ALL flaming fags here."

"But I'm NOT," I said and once again the waterworks began. My emotions have
always been close to the surface. I cry at sad movies. I cray when someone
yells at me. I craywhen I'm scared or angry. I've always been a "cry-baby."
"I'm NOT a sissy. I'm NOTa girl. I don't want to BE a girl. I don't want to
be h-h-here," I sobbed.

Amy and Marcia looked at each other again. Amy led me to the bed and sat me
down. She held my face in her hands a forced me to look into her eyes. She
smiled at me. "Shhhhhh....its ok Jackie. All those mean boys won't hurt you
ever again."

"N-n-no..." I said meekly.

"Shhhhh...." I felt a hand on my thigh and tried to look down but Amy held
my face in her hands. "Look at me Jackie. No one's ever going to hurt you
or make fun of you here. We're all sisters....

"N-noo!" started to say again.

"Shhh....Listen to me," Amy said softly. "We're all sisters. We take care
of each other. I'm so sorry we laughed at you earlier. You just looked so
adorable with your panties showing and all...." I felt the hand sliding up
higher on my thigh. Up under my skirt and, despite my best intentions to
the contrary, I felt my little pricklett stiffen beneath my panties.
"Trust me Sweety. you're going to love it here. We're going to have so much
fun. We're going to be bestest friends. Have you ever had a bestest friend
Jackie?"

"N-no," I said.

"Well...you do now Sweety." I suddenly felt the hand cupping my pricklett
and balls thru my panties and I gasped. Amy giggled but continued to hold
my head in her hands, not letting me look down as Marcia began to rub my
dickie thru the panties. "Does that feel good?" Amy asked.  I nodded.
"Mmmmmm...I bet it does. Jackie, has anyone every touched you like that
before?" I shook my head no. "I didn't think so baby." I felt Marcia's hand
slide into my panties and I gasped again as I felt her warm touch.  Finally
Amy let go of my head and I looked down to see Marcia with her head
completely under my skirt. I suddenly felt her warm breath on my crotch. I
saw her own hand beneath her own skirt furiously rubbing herself.  With a
touch of her fingers beneath my chin, Amy turned my head to look at her
again.  She tossed her head like a girl to flick her hair out of her eyes
and she leaned in closer. I could smell something sweet on her
breath...bubble gum I realized...and then she was kissing me. At first all
I could do was sit there, stunned by the kiss. I'd never been kissed like
that before by anyone. Then I suddenly thought to myself that I was kissing
a boy and I tried to pull back...grossed out...but Amy put her hand to the
back of my head and forced our mouths together closer...tighter....I felt
her tongue probing at my lips and forcing them apart. I tried to keep them
closed but then I felt my panties being pulled down and Marcia's warm, wet
mouth encircling my cock and i opened my mouth to gasp again, only to feel
Amy's wet tongue slip inside and begin to play with my own.

I whimpered...whether from fear...disgust...or acceptance...I don't know.
I felt Marcia's tongue bathing my cockette. It was the most wonderful
sensation I'd ever felt and I moaned in appreciation. But...this wasn't
me...I didn't want to kiss a boy...I didn't want to suck Master Paul's
cock...I...I didn't...Didn't what? Didn't want to be loved and accepted?
Didn't want to feel pleasures like I'd never felt? WAS it better that I be
a boy? That I go back to my old school and be made fun of and get beaten
up? Was that what I really wanted? WAS it so bad to be kissed like this? To
feel Amy's sweet tongue in my mouth. To be held and loved and made love to
by these two sissy-boys? WAS this really so bad?

I was so confused.  This felt soooo good.  I suddeny didnt care. At that
moment all I wanted was to keep feeling like this. The tears flowing down
my cheeks now were from joy. I had never felt friendship like this
before. Amy broke the kiss and began to say, "Shh....its ok..."

I shooshed her and leaned in again to kiss her some more. She smiled as I
did so and returned the kiss with passion. Sucking and biting gently on my
lower lip. Marcia was sucking me faster and harder. I felt my whole cock
filling her mouth. Then she let it slip from her liups and I moaned in
frustration until I felt her begin to lick my hairless balls. She sucked
one then both gently into ther mouth and bathed them with her soft hot wet
tongue while stroking my cockett with her free hand. Amy took one of my
hands in her and slid it up her leg and under her skirt. I felt her prick
thru her panties and felt her moan in my mouth as I gripped the shaft thru
the satiny nylon. Amy suddenly broke the kiss and pushed me back onto the
bed so I was laying down looking up at her. Marcia stood and together they
undressed each other. first the blazers, then the blouses. I noticed with
some amazement that they appeared to have the beginings of real
breasts. Nothing more than small apple sized breasts with overlarge nipples
but they were the closest I'd ever been to real naked tits.  Thier skirts
came next and they stood there in just panties and white knee high
socks. They hugged in a fierce embrace. Amy's arms wrapping themselves
snakelike around Marcia's nexk as they mashed their tiny tits together and
ground their panty-clad sissy-cocks together. I felt a wave of jealousy and
was embaressed that I would feel jealous of two boys kissing each other.

They then turned their attentions to me and quickly stripped me down to my
bra and panties. Marcia resumed her atentions to my cockette. Licking it
thru my panties and then taking it out again to service it and suckle it
like a baby suckling on a bottle.  Amy, meanwhile had moved up the bed and
offered me her nipple to suckle. I eagerly sucked it into my mouth and
squeezed her other tit.  "Pinch my nipples Jackie," Amy hissed.  I pinched
and suckled her tits as Marcia suckeled my pricklett. Her head bobbing up
and down faster and faster. Marcia's hands pushed my legs apart and I felt
her hands on the cheeks of my ass. I felt her finger pressing against the
pink puckered rosebud of my asshole and I gasped. Before I could say or do
anything, however, Amy had moved up higher, taking her tits from my hungry
mouth and slipping her cock out of her panties. I was about to protest both
what she wanted of me and what Marcia was doing to my asshole when Amy
silenced me by shoving her cock into my mouth. For the second time that day
I had a cock in my mouth. amy held my head inher hands as she had before
but this time she began to fuck my face.  "That's right Jackie. Suck
it. Suck me good baby. Let me fuck that pretty sissy face sweety.
Mmmmmm....yeah.....fucking your cunt mouth baby.  Mmmm yeah sweety that
pussy mouth is so hot and wet. I love fucking your pussy mouth Jackie."

Amy wasn't nearly as big as Master Paul but her cockette still filled my
mouth nicely. I bobbed my head in time with Marcia's sucking of my prick. I
sucked Amy faster.  Suddenly wanting her to fuck my mouth harder. Wanting
her to USE me....to USE my mouth like a cunt. "yes...yes..." I thought to
myself.  "Take me...use me....make me your friend...love me....make me your
GIRLfriend...make me a GIRLLLLLLL..." I felt my orgasm beginning and then
suddenly I felt Marcia slip a finger inside my asshole as she massaged my
balls with her free hand and I began to cum. I came as I never have
before. I heard and felt Marcia as she moaned and mewled as she swallowed
my cream. Just then, Amy began to cum as well. She thrust herself hard into
my face and her balls rested againsst my chin. Her cockett didnt go down my
throat like Master Paul's had so I tasted every drop of her salty sticky
baby juice as it flowed across my tongue. This tie I didn't gag. I almost
savored the taste.

Marcia came up. My cum dripping down her chin. Amy leaned over and kissed
her.  I could see them swapping my cum between them as their tongues danced
and darted in each other's mouths. They then pulled me upright and both
kissed me. their tongues licking all over and into my mouth. Mingling Amy's
and my cum between the three of us. When we broke the three-way kiss our
faces were covered with cum. Wet and sticky. I could smell it...an almost
chlorine like smell and I knew this was the smell of sex. I looked at
Marcia and realized she hadn't cum yet. I looked at Amy and I know we both
had the same thought. We leaned down and together began to stroke and lick
Marcia's cock. I realized that, really for the first time, I was a true
cocksucker. i was sucking Marcia of my own free will. No one had "shoved"
her cock in my mouth or threatened to hit me. This time it was all me. I
WANTED to suck her. I wanted to please her as she had pleased me.  I licked
Marcia's balls as she had licked mine and I noted that she smelled more
like perfume than Master Paul. Amy sucked marcia's cock as I licked her
balls and then we swapped and I had Marcia's cockette in my mouth. Swirling
my tongue around the shaft and head. Tasting her precum and tickling the
ridge around the head with the tip of my tongue. I felt Marcia thrusting
into my mouth and thought at first she was face fucking me as Amy had. but
then I realized that Marcia was moving because Amy was finger fucking her
ass pussy.

Marcia spread her legs wide as Amy soved her finger - then two - into
Marcia's asshole. "That's right bitch," amy said, "take it...fucking your
asscunt...fucking your boy-pussy...take it...take it you slut...you fucking
whore....spread your legs bitch..."

I continued sucking as Marcia suddenly began to moan,
"Yeah...yeah...yes...yessssss....oh god yesssssssssssss....." and I felt my
mouth flood with another load of hot sticky boy juice. Marcia Arched her
hips as she came and her cock slipped out of my mouth and her last load of
cum shot onto my face before she settled down to catch her breath. Amy was
there in a flash to lick the cum from my cheek and then leaned down to kiss
Marcia. They both then sat up and hugged me.  I'd never been hugged so
tightly. I couldn't help it. I began to cry.  I'd never felt so loved. Amy
and Marcia sat back a bit and looked at me but they knew. I wasn't crying
from fear any more. It was joy. We hugged even tighter and suddenly we all
three were crying. But I didn't care. I knew they wouldn't make fun of me
for crying. After all...we were all Sissies.