It’s an excellent Sunday morning for a cum shower. A good day to get down on your knees for Sky Daddy, and let him rain his love down all over you~
Fuck, my mouth is watering now… Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
-Starla
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My name is Reese [redacted], and I am a student at [redacted] High. I’m writing to you, today, because I fucked up, and immediately after fucking up, the world decided to fuck me over on top of it.
See, this city used to be a good, wholesome place. There were no queers, or lgbts; everyone did it the right way by waiting until they were 19 to get married, and then having children during college. We all loved Jesus, voted Republican, and knew deep down that Obama was a Muslim.
Everything changed when we got our first tranny student. He was a nasty boy named Pete (he wants us to call him Shannon, now), who started wearing eyeliner one day, and it seemed like the next, he came in wearing all women’s clothes and makeup. He even had his hair done up, too. I say he was nasty because we used to hang out a lot. He wasn’t my best friend, or anything, but we were in Scouts together, and we’ve slept in tents together before, and he didn’t tell me.
But he was just the tip of the spear. After him came a *wave* of tranny faggots. These were people that I knew, people that I went to Church with, just all of a sudden coming out as something unnatural. I knew I had to get to the bottom of it.
What came off as suspicious to me was that all of these new trannies crowded onto the varsity volleyball squad, weeks after try-outs ended. I thought it was a little bit unfair, at first, but they still lost their first game by a lot to a little, so…
Anyway, I had never paid much attention to the team, until then. That’s when I learned that the old volleyball coach, Coach McCafferty was fired for getting his dick sucked by the team’s equipment manager every school day for an entire school year. He was replaced with a PC libtard, named Coach Darlene. She was tall, muscular, with long, flowing red hair, which she usually kept up in a ponytail. This happened the week that our first tranny student revealed his trannyness. Coincidence? Yeah, I thought not, as well.
So, I snuck into the girl’s locker room, while they were practicing, and hid myself in an unused locker. Yes, I’m that small. I have the disadvantage of looking like a twink, despite being straight. Anyway, that’s not important. They all filed back in, after practice, giggling as they made their way to the showers, pinching, and spanking each other’s butts.
One of them stopped in front of my locker. He opened the one across from me, bending over with his smooth, glistening, shapely legs. His cock was tucked away in his shorts like magic; I swore that I was looking at a fully bio-female — specifically at her ass — and, well… That’s when they found me. My boner knocked against the door, and pushed it open. It came open with such force that it tapped her— his butt.
“Oh my *God,*” he exclaimed, as he turned around. “There’s a boy in here!”
“What? Wait, no I thought this was the boy’s locker room,” I blathered. The rest of the team converged on me in seconds, dragging me out into the center of the locker room. Damn, they were strong, too. I couldn’t fight them off. One of them (a *black* one), brought over a non-descript water bottle, clear, filled with slightly pink liquid, thinner than Gatorade. “Lemme go! Lemme go, please! Come on, it was a mistake!”
“Open wide, you little bitch,” he started, his voice deep and husky. For some reason, he had very developed breasts, as well. All of the taller ones did, for the most part. Coach Darlene stepped in, taking the bottle away.
“No, no, no, this little pervert doesn’t deserve a gift like this,” she snapped. “I’ll take him right to the principal’s office.”
So, there you have it. That’s how I ended up suspended and grounded. Not only that, but I had to help the team with something, and I knew they were going to work me to death as payback. After that little fiasco, the board decided that it was high time there was a third locker room, for tranny students. All they needed was just a little bit more money to have the funding to pay for it, and to raise that, we were going to have a car wash.
The cheerleader’s squad was livid when they found out; they had been angling for renovations to be made for the girls’ locker room for years, at that point. So, they decided to host their own carwash, right across the street, out of spite.
So, there I was, standing on the side of the road on a chilly morning, holding up a car wash sign. All around me were tall, muscular, fit, supermodel looking women who were actually men, I think. I didn’t even know anymore at that point. It’s all so confusing to me. Like, I’m supposed to refer to you as a woman because you identify as a woman? That’s just unreasonable, in my opinion.
I looked *hard* for their bulges. I really did, reader. They hid them very well. I waited and waited for the first car to peel out, before their rinse, because a thick, fat rod slapped against the driver side window, as one of those trannies washed the roof. That never happened. For the first half hour, or so, there was no contest. The cheerleaders got 2 cars for our every 5. Then, they declared war, with one act.
The newest recruit, Rebecca, who had massive, double D tits in high school, showed up in a sling bikini. We watched in horror from across the street, as she crawled up on the hood of a jacked up truck, prowling, clawing at the driver playfully, while they hosed her down with water from below. She sat up on her knees, spreading her thighs to an almost 90 degree angle, before squeezing her sponge over her breasts, and down the front of her body.
Coach Darlene whipped out a pair of binoculars, watching the goings on, licking her lips. “Oh, so it’s like that, huh? Ladies, form up!” The team gathered around their coach, taking a knee. Someone dragged me down along with them. “If it’s war they want, it’s war they shall receive. You, Reese. Hand me that sign.” She drew a very subtle symbol in the top left corner of the sign; the symbols of both venus and mars fused together, in purple ink. “Dicks out!”
“Dicks out,” someone parroted her. The rest of the team followed as well, with assertive, loud chants of “Dicks out, dicks out!” Coach Darlene suddenly began to flex her abdomen, her breathing slow and resolved, and I watched in horror as something like a python slithered out of her cameltoe, and filled up her shorts, bulging obscenely. In fact, everyone was doing that now. Some of the less refined trannies actually reached into their shorts, and pulled their shafts free.
So, I thought we were going to lose. Turns out, the people of the quiet town of [redacted] couldn’t get enough of us. The ratio jumped from 2 to 5 up to 2 to 9, for the next few minutes, and we couldn’t wash the cars quickly enough. Not that they were actually trying. They let their inner whores out, crawling on the cars, lathering each other up. At one point, two of them were actively making out on the hood of the car, frotting their dicks through their soaked shorts. So, I held my sign down in front of my crotch, unable to look away.
The cheerleaders returned fire; someone ran to the local Wal-Mart, and returned with possibly the entire rack of bikinis. One pieces, two pieces, sling, every kind. They held up a beach towel, facing the roadway, letting the girls get dressed behind it, one by one, stepping out with their own cheer, like a sexy reveal. For a while, they took the lead away from us, and I didn’t think we’d ever see it again.
“Reese,” Coach Darlene called, from behind me. He, or she put her heavy hands on my shoulders from behind. “You’re going to get us our motherfucking money, one way or another.” When she said “another” she dry humped my butt with her wet, clothed cock. I shuddered in fear at her strength, and her forwardness. The kind of assertiveness that turns me into a puddle deep down.
“Yes ma’am,” I said, as she pulled me back away from the road. They stripped me out of my clothes, as a group, pecking me apart with their fingers. Now naked and ashamed on hands and knees in front of them, Darlene noticed my tiny cock and balls, peering out from below my asshole.
“Damn, look at that fucking pussy,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “You ever take a dick before, sissy boy?”
“N-no, of course not,” I said, looking back over my shoulder at them. She dropped down to one knee, and pried my ass cheeks open. She gargled spit in her mouth for a few seconds, before spitting it directly into my asshole.
“Nice shot, Coach,” someone said from behind me. She spat on my ass again, this time, at the top of my ass crack, just to let it drain down into me.
“So, here’s what’s going to happen,” Darlene explained, as she speared my virgin ass with two fingers. I squealed in pain, arching my back as I felt the fire flow through me. She hooked her fingertips to tease and punish my prostate with every thrust. “I’m going to call up some friends of mine, who would pay top dollar to see a sissy fag like you get fucked by a team of futanari babes. And we’re going to fuck you on the hood of their cars. Then, you can come back to school.”
“What!? Please, no, don’t do that! I’ve got a reputation to uphold!” She already had her phone out, fingerbanging my ass casually. I knew there was only one way forward now, so I started to cry. Her friends showed up within the minute, I’m not even joking. They must have already been in the area, I think.
Darlene tossed me onto the hood of the first SUV, and took me in missionary, with my legs spread around her shoulders. Her fat, girthy meat pillar gaped my asshole, permanently, and she began to fuck me with machinelike, precise strokes. We weren’t even washing the car anymore, at this point. She came in my tight, teenaged butt, and I felt her pulsing into me so strongly, I swore I saw my belly move. Her orgasm lasted for an entire minute; I was burping by the end of it, and there was salt air in my mouth.
The next player was on me in a flash, as soon as the first car drove away. She threw me facedown on the windshield, and plugged my leaking asshole with her cock, fucking me in doggy. “Fuck! Yes!” I looked down into the driver’s seat, seeing a familiar face, peering up at me.
“Eileen!? God, no, anyone but—”
“Fuck his fucking faggot brains out,” Eileen cheered, jilling herself off rapidly. There was buttery popcorn in the passenger seat, which she inhaled down her hoglike maw, barely chewing, handfuls at a time. She squirted at my face, when she came; the force of it thumped the inside of her windshield, and it actually startled me quite a bit. This triggered the person plundering my asshole to cum inside me as well.
This process continued, until all of her friends were treated to a show, and I had an unending font of cum gushing out of me, like a perverse fountain. There were thick layers of spunk over my face too, and I couldn’t open my eyes anymore. I won’t lie, I was drunk on the sensation of being fucked so thoroughly. I can admit, it wasn’t the worst experience of my life. Not until the last car.
I crawled onto this hood on my own, without needing to be tossed. No one was there to fuck me, so I did the reasonable thing, and started to fingerbang myself. I still hadn’t cum yet, either, and there was plenty of sperm to use as lube for my cock, from my face or my ass. I brutalized my ass, playing with my prostate, while I stroked. I sat up on my knees, on the hood, intent to put on a show for whomever was down there. I was rubbing the cum into my skin, like lotion, licking it up off of my chin and lips. Finally, I felt it roiling in me; my climax. I was so excited, intoxicated in the moment, that I cleared my eyes away finally, resolved to share it with whomever I was showing off for. I was already past the point of no return, so I knew that there was no chance it could be stopped, or ruined at this point.
“D-dad?” His eyes widened in panic; his cummy cockflesh was fully erect still, the head red, oozing the same seed that created me. And then I came…
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/60a5d4/reese_becomes_pc
LOL that was great