The Schoolgirl Outfit Pt. 03

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I returned to the Spurge household the next morning, as requested. Mrs. Spurge rolled her eyes and shook her head when she saw me, then turned without saying a word. She had a cigarette gripped between the fingers of the same hand she was carrying her coffee with, her phone in the other. I heard the screen door to the patio and pool open and close. I sat at the breakfast nook.

Mr. Spurge sauntered into the kitchen and smiled at me. "Hey princess, want some breakfast? I've got some eggs, bacon, toast - the whole deal. Here." He poured me a cup of coffee. "Light and sweet for the lil' lady?"

I winced and nodded at the same time. Sober, I wasn't used to being feminized, not to mention, I didn't understand all the rules of the game yet. I was also confused. Like really, existentially sexually confused. At his request, I'd worn my regular clothes (he told me to call them my "boy clothes") and be "ready to do some work". I thought that while I was in masculine attire, he would stick to addressing me in that gender.... Guess not.

"Here you go, honey". He made me a plate and set it on the counter in front of me. "Eat up. We've got a big day ahead. My sexy little slut is going to need her energy."

"Mr. Spurge..."

"Uh uh." He waggled a warning finger. "Daddy."

"Mr. Spurge," I continued, but faltered as his eyes widened in surprise as if to say, a challenge to my authority! Oo, ho! My composure slipping, I stuck to my guns, "Mr.... uh... Spurge... Could you not feminize me while I'm in my uh, "boy" clothes, please?"

"No." he responded without a beat. I looked at him incredulously and raised my eyebrows. "Listen honey." He moved around the counter, putting his heavy, muscled arm around me. His hard, meaty paw massaged my shoulder. "Honey..." he whispered. "Baby..." His hand slid down my back until it disappeared into my shorts and boxers, a finger burrowing in between my ass cheeks and eventually gently to rest on my sphincter. His lips softly touched my neck, with his hot, salty breakfast breath wafting into my nostrils. He kissed me lightly as he firmly buried his middle finger into my pussy. My pussy!?! Fuck. Just forget the whole male ego thing. I yelped and involuntarily began to jump up, but his immovable arm kept me where I was. He shushed into my ear and calmed me down.

I moaned softly as his finger started to massage the upper wall of my cunt. "Mmmm." I sighed, pushing my ass against his digit. I needed it further inside me. His teeth scraped my neck, and his other hand roughly turned my mouth to his. His tongue filled my mouth and wrestled with mine. He disengaged from me, finger, tongue, and all, and stuck his middle finger in my mouth. It was... as you'd expect, salty and a kind of gross. I gagged a little and he smiled at that.

"Ok baby, look... I understand you're going to need a little time adjusting to this new part of your life, but" he put the middle finger up against my nostrils, "... just consider that I don't like being challenged, ok?" He smiled and kissed me deeply again, massaging my rock-hard bulge trapped in my shorts. "Ok, now eat up. Frank'll be along any minute."

Frank. The next-door neighbor who gave me the eye as I stopped to talk to Mr. Spur - Daddy yesterday. I was definitely in the middle of a game I didn't know I was playing.

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Frank arrived, and slapped me on the ass with a leer and a wink. Breakfast done, we piled into Daddy's van and headed out into the country. When I'd asked earlier what we'd be doing, Daddy replied, "Demolition." I hoped he hadn't meant my ass.

We arrived at a dilapidated farm, after a drive down a long dirt road off the highway. Daddy headed for the barn, and a little voice in the back of my head whispered, "Texas Chainsaw Massacre..." I winced and refocused. I should've been scared, but the more I thought about it, I wasn't. These guys just wanted to fuck me. I doubt they'd kill me. Humiliation seemed to be more Daddy's bag than anything really creepy. And Frank? Nothing weird about his vibe other than a pronounced case of The Horny.

Holy. Shit. It occurred to me, it was only yesterday I was a straight, lovesick 19-year-old, pining away for a girl who dated me out of pity a year earlier. These guys didn't pity me, they wanted to fuck me. These guys were pure lust. And in making me the object of their desire, they ignited something in me too. I wasn't a beggar at the sexual dinner table anymore, I was fucking dinner for a change. The expensive cut.

I laughed inwardly at that, and so much of my anxiety and panic at being caught up in this went away. I mused that I'd just compared myself to an extravagantly priced steak... something to be devoured and savored and then shit out. And that... was ok with me... I didn't feel like a simp anymore. I was a whore. A slut. I didn't care if these guys were just using me for sex. I didn't have to be here. I wanted this too. All night I dreamt about Daddy. His body, his fingers, his mouth, the heavy musk of his crotch, choking and gagging on his thick cock as it sealed off the air in my throat. For some reason I can't explain, the objectification, the degradation, and the shame of this arrangement, freed me. Every time they called me bitch, slut, whore, girl, princess, or whatever, I felt my burdens slide off. I felt lighter. Free.

Daddy explained the job. We were to clear out a barn and clean it up. What this looked like in practice was just me cleaning out the barn, while Daddy and Frank sat on a couch, drank beer, smoked weed, and made sexually degrading jokes about me. Ha ha.

And now as I finished up, I couldn't keep those thoughts about Daddy out of my head... and Frank... and Frank and Daddy and ME... Because I knew, that probably sooner than Iater, I was going to have both of their cocks in my mouth for real.

"Alright, I'll bet you're tired of wearing your boy clothes. Time for you to slip into something a little more comfortable." He motioned me towards the side of the house where there was an outdoor shower, with which I happily accommodated myself. That done, Daddy had left a wig, make-up, and a small pile of clothes, next to the shower (literally small, flimsy). I knew I didn't even have to ask if I was meant to put them on. I slipped on a white thong, and some daisy dukes which my little clitty nestled into with some discomfort. My balls were all squashed at the crotch. I pulled the thong straps up to give me a decent whale-tail. There was also a cut-off halter-top which I found particularly humiliating. I mean... I'm a guy... and somehow this little, tight, pink halter top - covering what would be my tits and leaving my shoulders and belly exposed, is more emasculating than sucking cock in a schoolgirl skirt. Then, the shoes. High-heeled cork platform clogs. I guess they watched a lot of Dukes of Hazzard reruns when they were kids.

Walking in these things is a nightmare. I tottered back over to the men, trying to lean into a sexy, feminine walk. I mean, it wouldn't do to just clomp straight ahead like Frankenstein in such elegant attire right? Why be sulky. As I drew near, both men stared at me wordlessly. It was unnerving. Daddy just shook his head.

"Nope. I dunno. What are we missing, Frank?"

Frank got up and walked around me, scrutinizing. He ran a hand over my ass, taking a moment to squeeze between my ass-crack, pressing his thumb against my rosebud and rubbing it in a circular motion. "Mmm. Lips could be a little shinier," he traced his thumb around my mouth, wet with an unconscious coat of saliva. He pressed his thumb against my upper lip, pushing it back, then his thumb went down into my mouth. Instinctually, I started to twirl my tongue around it. "Gaw-damn, look at this little slut!" Frank laughed. "A perfect stranger puts his thumb in her mouth, and this little bitch starts giving it a blowjob! This bitch is in straight-up heat!" My face went completely red with shame. Frank used his other hand to apply pressure to the top of my head. Quite naturally I went down on my knees slowly, his thumb still in my mouth with my tongue still twirling around it. "I swear Frank, this is one sexy bitch!"

My whole body flushed with a mixture of shame, humiliation, and pride. I was sexy. "Well?" Frank's voice broke my reverie. "Get to it!" I nodded and pulled his thumb out, which emitted a pop from my mouth. a rivulet of drool dangled off my pink lower lip.

"Yes sir." I muttered hoarsely.

"What!?!" He raised his voice.

"Yes Sir." I said loudly and intensely, regaining my composure. "Yes Sir. I want to suck your cock, sir."

Frank looked at Daddy who shook his head. Daddy interjected, "Don't say it like an Army recruit. It's too hollow, robotic, and impersonal." He then mimicked me verbatim. "See? If you're that gung-ho to suck his cock, then you'll be that gung-ho to suck anyone's. Is that going to make a boyfriend feel special and wanted... and desired?" He paused. "Now see, what you've gotta do is imagine a girl that you know- not my Beth! - a girl that you know who has a very active sex life. Go ahead. Do it."

I closed my eyes and tried to plumb the depths of my brain. It didn't take too long. I had the perfect girl. She was a woman I worked with at my restaurant job. She was pushing 30, and despite her extreme efforts to fight it, the dreaded paunch of middle age was starting to spread. I thought she was super-hot, but you could tell it bothered her. She dressed like the college slut she was still inside. I spent a lot of time jacking off to her Facebook photos. She hooked up most every night with one of the kitchen guys. Very rarely a waiter. The kitchen guys were all black or Hispanic and the collective desire for her had riled the crew from time to time with jealousy. They knew though, if they caused a scene and got fired, no more hook-ups. She needed the job (it was her second) more than the dick. So tensions simmered just below the surface and a tense harmony was maintained. I was always jealous of the kitchen guys who would shamelessly and confidently flirt with her, making covert lewd gestures in her wake

"Cammy, did I lose you girl?" I shook my head violently and stood. "Good. Now, stay with me... Pretend you're her... How does she approach a dude she wants to fuck. How does she work for his attention? How does she get him to work for hers? Think about it for a minute, then show me how she does it."

I closed my eyes again and saw her... make-up set to kill, denim jacket over thin white cotton blouse. Pleated black mini-skirt, and her thickening calves jammed into black leather cowboy boots. I pictured her and the last guy she was rumored to have fucked. Big black guy. Arms like corded wood. Sweat glistening on his skin - Daddy snapped his fingers. "C'mon Cammy! Get to work!"

I let myself melt into the fantasy persona of my coworker. I lowered my face and seductively looked upward at Frank, a devilish smiled tugging at the corners of my lips. My eyelids narrowed as I held his gaze. I swayed around him, trailing my fingertips around his ass cheeks until I got to his cock bulge. My asshole tingled and twitched the second it was under my fingers. Anticipation was balancing itself out with pain - my ass-pussy glowed warm at the thought of getting fucked again - but it was in equal measure to the fading sharp pain from yesterday's pounding. Frankly, despite the lingering discomfort I just wanted to feel full again.

Getting back into character, I continued to brush my ass against Frank while grinding my hips. Frank stuck a vape in my mouth, and I sucked. A few minutes and a few more hits later, I became drowsy, as the afternoon heat finally penetrated to my bones... I sank back against Frank as I continued to gyrate. His warm body was so big, hard, and manly compared to my slim, small frame. As I looked up into his eyes, I bit my lip and started to massage the massive bulge straining at his shorts.

"Now that's more like it." Daddy said. Frank's hands roamed all over me. Up my chest and under my top, rolling and pinching my nipples. They went down inside my shorts to fondle my stiff, leaking clitty. He brought a wet finger out, and slowly pressed it to my pursed lips. I swirled my tongue around, licking my own bitter cum. He turned me around and brought my hips tight against his, and I felt that warm ache pulsating in my ass-pussy again. He brought his lips down on mine and I swallowed his tongue. The perfect kiss, it was warm, and deep. The weed haze that permeated my brain helped me shed my male ego. In my mind, I truly believed I was a slutty woman about to get railed by a couple of hot guys. I broke the kiss and slid down to my knees without losing eye-contact. I pressed my face against the bulge straining at the rough canvas of his shorts, opened my mouth and put my lips over it. I licked at the bulge and gave it small kisses, then reached my hands up to his waistband.

Deftly, I undid his shorts and slowly pulled down his boxers. What greeted me was the largest cock I've ever seen before, or since. His boxers at mid-thigh still hadn't exposed all of it, and I delicately took the rest out. It was a snake. An anaconda. A white-skinned-Incredible-Hulk version of a normal man's cock. Even semi-flaccid, thick, and small veins spidered all over it. I gasped audibly and my eyes darted up to Frank, who was smirking. He grabbed his cock by its base and dragged it leaking, all over my face. Losing my composure, my hands darted up to arrest it. I had to hold it in both hands. It was swelling, and twitched and pulsed in my hands. It was like a billy-club made out of meat. The front half of the shaft, up to the tip was as thick as a coke can, tapering off to the base. Halfway up, it bent slightly to the side. The head was plump, shiny, and meaty. Salivating, I started to make out with it. Opening my lips into a wet ring, placing them on that massive head, and tonguing his piss-slit.

Once he reached full arousal, Frank started to push it into my mouth. My tongue and throat instantly rebelled. "Relax Cammy! BREATHE! Relax!" Daddy commanded, and I felt a wave of calm. I didn't want to let him down. I remembered my nose was still working so I could breath, and I relaxed the resistance of my tongue enough to help Frank gain some more real-estate. Still, this coke can made of solid meat was no joke.

I disassociated. I tried to view things from outside of my head - hovering above me, I imaged I was looking at a medical illustration-style animation of a cutaway head profile, featuring a massive throbbing penis trying to push over the obstacle of my humped tongue. Mentally, I urged my tongue to flatten, and his cock slid forward steadily. It was firmly in my throat now. It was rough, and I could feel the panic starting to rise again.

"I dunno Frank, you don't want to bust his windpipe like you did with the last guy." They both started laughing, and I started screaming as much as I could. Frank must've felt the vibration of my cries against his dick, because he then pulled his cock out of my wet, ragged mouth. I collapsed on the ground, heaving.

"Good girl." He said, as I gasped for air. "Not many girls can do what you just did on the first try!" I nodded, chest still heaving, eyes watering. "You ok?" I nodded again, mutely, and he pushed me back down to my knees again. "Be that girl again, ok?"

I closed my eyes and brought his cock to my mouth. I smeared my half-closed lips up and down the length of it, back and forth, up, and down. I licked under his balls, and took each one into my mouth. A moment of clarity startled me - I was a 19-year-old guy (lol), kneeling in the dirt, making out with a massive dick, makeup running from tears, drool and precum (mine and his) all over my flushed face, a blonde pigtail wig, while wearing really skimpy, tight-fitting women's clothing.

I scrunched my eyes shut and tried to be the girl again. Frank could tell I was distracted and offered another hit on the vape, which I readily accepted. (In abundance.) I couldn't banish the image I'd just had in my head, but the weed made it start to fade away. Daddy approached and held a small brown bottle tight underneath my nose. I inhaled deeply, and the sickly-sweet fumes billowed up my nasal passages. The smell was so..."big" and fresh, and soon, I felt warm and swimmy all over. I closed my eyes and the girl was there. I was her again, and a moan escaped my lips as I continued to kiss, suck, and gently nibble the massive fuck-steak in front of me. Daddy gave me another hit of the amyl.

"Nnnnnnnnn!" I moaned, gripping franks stiff, pulsing cock with both hands. I put my mouth on it and drooled - all over me, and all over it. I was doing my best to unhinge my jaw as I took that monster inside my mouth with a little trepidation. This was certainly a challenge. I envisioned the cutaway medical animation again. I started to breathe deeply through my nose and tried to calm my mounting fear of asphyxiation... the combined drugs started doing their trick in earnest, and his cock pushed his way over my resisting tongue, hitting the soft palate above. I started to gag. Fortunately, I hadn't eaten in a while, because if I had, I'd be chucking it up. More drool and saliva burst out of my mouth around his dick, spilling down my chin. I finally got my panic under control, and his dick deposited itself deep down my throat. He pushed it in tight - and I don't know where I found the presence of mind to do it, but my tongue crept out from beneath his shaft and licked at his balls. I felt like a champ. Unfortunately, the lack of oxygen was making me start to pass out.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and Frank rapidly extracted his cock, wet and dripping with my juices. I sank into the ground, again fighting to breath.

"You ok there, Cammy?" Daddy asked. "Gimme a thumbs-up, if you're ok." It took a second, but I dragged up a fist with an erect thumb. "Alright, partner! Good job! Looks like you're warmed up for the night!"

Fuck. Warmed up. Ha. Ok.

Both men refilled me on their various inhalants, and then started shoving both of their cocks into my mouth at the same time, both of them fighting to just get the heads inside my elastic lips. Daddy was also taking pictures, but I was so deep in cock-lust, I didn't care. Fine. Whatever. I thought. Blackmail me, send them to my family. (Which might solve more problems than it creates. Lol.) Whatever. I'll be here, begging for dick. Their cocks fought for space in my mouth, each leaking precum. Both of them then went about smearing it all over my face. I took a breather and Daddy snapped another picture.

"I want you to see something, Cammy." He showed me the image he'd just taken. The mopey, morose boy from yesterday was gone. In its place was a face dripping with all of our juices. But the striking difference between the last time I saw my face in the mirror and this photo - was that I was smiling. Totally, completely, involuntarily smiling. I can't even remember the last time I smiled, to be honest. I hated smiling. But in the photo I was looking at, it was a natural and authentic grin on my face that I'd never seen before. Not even when someone I liked was taking the picture. I teared up, and Daddy brushed them away from my eyes. "You've self-actualized honey. You're your own real person now." As I started to really cry tears of joy, Daddy and Frank helped me up on my feet, and walked me to a waist high leather-covered bench-like sawhorse I'd carried into the barn.

They bent me over and dragged my short-shorts and panties to my ankles, spreading my legs apart. They offered more drugs again, and the haze soon resumed. I felt lube being slathered against my pussy hole, one of them massaging it around my loosened-up ring, and then I felt the thumb-thick lube launcher inserted into my boi-cunt. It hurt a little going in, I was still very tender from yesterday, but the drugs made me feel all hot and tingly. I needed everything they could give me, up my ass. I moaned as I could feel the lube flood into my bowels. Daddy took another picture and showed me a hot, leggy girl, bent over a leather and wood contraption that looked purpose-built. Her ass and inner things were glistening with lube, her little cock was erect, and she had the dreamiest smile.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Cammy?"

"Are you guys gonna fuck me?" I slurred.

"Maybe. Do you want us to fuck you?"

"Yes, Daddy..." I didn't wait for him to egg me on. I let the slut inside me take over "Daddy, Frank... I want your hot, thick, sloppy cocks inside my pussy. Leave all the man-juice in there you can make... I want to feel your big cocks gaping my pussy!" I begged, "Please Daddy!" I reached my hand around and started pumping my middle finger inside my hole. "Pleaaaaase..." I could tell both he and Frank were impressed with my display of wanton lust. I'd completely forgotten the sad bitch I was yesterday. I was still a guy. I still felt that way, but I had become unconventional. I broke free of my family and friend's expectations. I was about to have amazing fucking sex. Not to mention with my ex's father... I laughed out loud at that, and gave Daddy and Frank a sexy grin, while grabbing hard to pull my slippery cheeks apart.

"Fuck me, Daddy..." I said breathlessly.

Speak and ye shall receive. No sooner had the words died on my lips, than I felt Daddy's big, fat, squishy, mushroom head squeeze tightly against my fag-hole. He was as stiff as iron, and I could feel my sphincter being forced open by his enormous head. More poppers, and I went deeper into that wobbly headspace. "Open up baby..." Daddy's voice permeated through the fog. "Open..." I visualized my anus and Daddy's big, huge, thick, greasy, veiny cock puuuuushing so hard against it. I imagined the straining rim of my sphincter, and the microscopic, infinitesimal barrier of lube between us. More poppers. Frank held my other nostril and said, "Inhale for as long as you can..." When I jerked my head back, I felt the cool, clean rush soak through me. "NNNNNNnnnnn!" I moaned.

I imagined myself again... leggy blonde bitch, greased up, her little cock dangling, one guy feeding her poppers, the other guy with a massive piece of man-meat trying to cram it in her little hole. And then... she cries out "NNNNNnnnnn"? What a little ho. I started to giggle aloud, and I moaned again floating and relaxing until I could feel my sphincter begin to softly open like a flower..."nnnnnnnnnn!" I arched my ass upwards a little more and spread my legs out as far as they'd go... I also reached for Frank's cock. He was still blasting me with poppers until I felt all gooey... like a melty sexual animal... everything was rolling like a tumbleweed in my head, throbbing, the image of his tree-trunk of a cock slowly coming towards me, vibrated behind my eyes like a pulsing strobe... until it was probing my lips... which were slightly parted and juicy with drool.

But let's not forget about Daddy. His meaty cockhead had finally breached my anus. I felt terrified I was going to shit! Even after my deflowering yesterday, I still wasn't quite used to the internal mechanics of ass-fucking yet. The entrance of the head forced my eyes to pop open into bulging orbs. It just felt like I was stretched to capacity, and that hard volume of meat in my pussy-cavity kept coming and was staying constant.

"NNNNGH!" I would've said if Frank's cock hadn't eliminated my ability to speak. It was crazy. I was high on weed, floating on poppers, my jaw was wider than I imagined it could go, my tongue was trying to get out of the way, and I had a log of hard meat up my ass.

Then, when everyone was situated... they started pumping away. The pain in my now bored-out anal channel was immense. It was burning from the friction of never having anything that large in there before, not to mention something jackhammering away. Daddy also heartily slapped my ass and then would grab it and knead it, and repeat the cycle again. "Cammy... you're such a good fuck... you're so hot Cammy... you're a hot little slut and I love fucking your pussy baby! You're so tight!" Despite the pain and discomfort, all of this was so hot.

I said, "GLCK GUCK GLK!" as thanks, while Frank rammed a good portion of his cock in and out of my mouth. His musk made me almost as heady as the poppers. Ever since that day, whenever I needed a little boost, I would rub my fingers between my balls and my thighs, and delight in that similar manly smell. Mmmmm. He forced my head onto his cock, holding it down tight, and even tighter when he felt me start to panic. He wasn't pumping it too far down, and would remove it leaving me gasping for air at regular intervals. However, the air was being pushed out of me by Daddy on the other end... my stomach felt... rearranged...

For a moment Daddy and Frank had withdrawn from my collective holes. They had a brief conference, which I couldn't really make out, and Daddy said, "Ok, Sweetie. This is it. One last big push!" Frank zapped me with more poppers, then gave me a couple of tokes off his super-killer-high-percentage-weed-vape. Within moments I melted into sludge again. Daddy's cock started pushing in slowly. I moaned and tried to enjoy the delicious pain as it widened my little pussy. Frank was rubbing his cock on my lips and face. It was so salty and yummy. I just wanted to kiss that fat head and lick those tight veins forever. "Who's my little bitch, honey?" Frank asked.

"I am... Sir...."

"Yeah, you're a good girl, but a nasty little slut too! You should be proud of what you're doing here today!"

"Yessss... Sirrrr.."

"Hey," he whispered "When your Daddy gets all nice and settled in your pussy, I'm going to feed you this dick again, ok? I want you to be ready, ok sweetie? We're going to fuck your little sissy brains out... and you'll love it and crave it for the rest of your days. You're gonna go to the moon, baby..."

True to his word, once Daddy had met the loading capacity, Frank pushed his delicious, salty cock head into my mouth, leaking his tangy precum. I sank down into the girl again... The Slut Inside Me... and I tried to create as much space in my mouth as I could. I wanted my tongue to melt around the bottom of his cock. I suppressed my gag reflex too... I just relaxed... completely sealed off on both ends. Then they started fucking me. They fell into a rhythm together. At first going slow, and then steadily increasing the pace. I could imagine them looking into each other's eyes giving non-verbal cues as to when to escalate. Lube slopped out of my fag-hole, and saliva spurted out of my mouth.

"You're such a dirty girl..."

"Such a hot bitch!"

"Fuck! My cock loves this fucking mouth!"

"Her pussy is soooooo tight! Nnnngh!"

"Loosen that bitch up, good!"

"Hell yeah. Small womb, but I'm fixing that!" All the talk made me feel like the sexiest little whore in the world. Too my surprise, despite the beating my body was taking, I had a rock-hard erection. I had a feeling I was going to cum too, as Daddy kept stabbing my prostate.

They both stopped talking, and increased the pace until they decided on a plateau... they dug in. Like jockeys, they clamped down on me for that final sprint. (What a lawn ornament we'd make, eh?) Finally, Daddy shuddered. It was brief, then he picked up the pace again. Frank picked up on it, and started to increase his pace also, until he briefly faltered. I could imagine them both nodding at each other, breathing hard in unison. They resumed their assault. The thrusting on both ends became more brutal and powerful, until Daddy erupted with a roar, his body bowing against me, trembling powerfully... then I could feel it, the eruption of cum slamming into the far reaches of my walls. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!" Daddy boomed out.

And, as he did so, Frank buckled, and sent gallons of thickly clotted cum, down into my throat. "Faggottttt....!" He hissed. After disgorging wave after wave of his massive load, (which backed up in my esophagus) he pulled his slimy dick out of my face and slapped it on my cheek. Cum still throbbed out of his piss-hole. He rubbed it around my face, stuttering and shivering. "Ready?" Daddy, whose cock had still been inside me, slowly pulled out. I gasped as his head finally exited, and then moaned as there was nothing in my hollowed-out ass, but a deep pool of his cum.

Frank spoke. "You know. They say you should always take a piss after you fuck someone." Daddy laughed.

I barely had time to react before Frank started pissing on my face. I just clamped my eyes shut and clamped my lips. In another total surprise, Daddy started to piss into my gaping hole. It sloshed around and mixed with his cum, then started to drool out down my legs.

Finally, we were done. My body heaved up and down, as I pushed myself off the padded bench. Daddy and Frank took me by the elbow and gently let me down to sprawl in the dirt in front of the sawhorse. Daddy had set up a tripod for his phone, and he and Frank posed on either side me, crouching, like two big game hunters who'd just killed something impressive. I love that photo. I was such a piece of hot, sexy trash. These guys liberated something inside me, and I was grateful for it.

After that it was a blur. They cleaned me up. Dressed me back up in my boy-clothes. Gave me a little coke to perk me up, and took me to a roadside diner for dinner.

"My, don't you boys look like you put in a real hard days' worth of work!" The waitress beamed in admiration. "And you!" She looked at me, "I'll bet you're just a teenager, but you look like a manly man right now. All sunburnt and looking like you just strolled out of a barfight. I'll bet these guys put you through the paces today!"

Grinning, Daddy slapped a thick, meaty hand on my shoulder (which hurt, tbh). "He did good today ma'am! Just wait and see what we've got cooked up for him tomorrow!" The waitress laughed, not at all parsing the subtext. I've never had a meal that tasted so good as the one I had that evening in that diner.

Frank and Daddy looked at me, communicating a secret through their eyes. My stomach sank a little bit (I needed some rest!!!), but I got the butterflies too. "That's alright ma'am." I smiled and nodded at Daddy and Frank. "I'm ready for anything they throw at me." Famous last words. Lol.