Marcia Goes Back to School

"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?"