(Authoress's note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding characters etc. PLEASE DON'T READ THIS IS YOU HAVE AN AVERSION TO PEE SCENES AND EXTREME HUMILIATION. This is only a fantasy story XXX+. I only wish there is enough here to make each of you happy. To those who have given me constructive criticisms as well as those with praise thanks. Lauren Westley.
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As the car bounced around on old shocks I felt Jim's deposits swirl inside me. I actually had a weed induced thought of whether it would look like a smoothie when it came out. I know, how disgusting of me to think that. but Jim's kind way of having sex with me made the thought of drinking it less then horrible and then my mind tried to make it into something acceptable.
Thinking back to barely a week ago when I kissed Kelly, Joe's girlfriend. We were eye to eye. Me 5'5" and Kelly 5'5". I may have even weighed less then her. I had overheard her once in the hallway saying she weighted 120 and girls don't make up stories about weighting more then the do. Instead it's the opposite. I was more like 117 but I wanted to be bigger so I told everyone 120 when they asked. I wanted to be taller too so I tried to say I was 5" 6" but I was barely 5'5".
I hadn't ever had sex with a girl. Actually only one girl had ever seen my penis and she had laughed so hard I ran out embarrassed. My penis was the size of my little finger. At least it wasn't the smallest penis in the world. I had once checked and the smallest penis was 5/8" mine was a good 1 3/8 inches when erect. I guess when it wasn't it was probably 5/8" or less. It was embarrassing only to me since the incident with that girl until earlier today when Joe and Sean laughed.
Now I'm sitting between Joe who is 200 lbs of muscle with plenty of dark body hair and scraggly black hair on his head and his brother Sean who isn't much smaller who sported red body hair, a freckled face and a marine boot camp red hairstyle I wondered about their lineage. Trying not to think of the circumstances I'm in I imagined they had an Irish mother and different fathers. I even wondered, since Sean was the youngest, did their Mom take a trip to Italy, get pregnant, come home and birth Joe finally settling down with a nice Irish lad in her neighborhood?
Of course all I'm wearing are my sister's white panties stained with my cum drying against my 'nub' and her open toed high heels. My pink nails contrast the femininity of my smooth, hairless white skin. The blond curls on my head make feel girly after the way Jim pulled his masculine fingers through them as I fucked him. Though I can't see my curl hair right now I do know how they look. Other then that my body is girly smooth moisturized by various creams including man-cream. But it's the tit bars and chain that hang between them that make me a slut bitch. And the thought of all those disgusting tattoos horrify me.
I take the ride as an opportunity to raise my hand hoping this way I can ask a question.
Sean puts his hand on my thigh and says, "I like that sissy girl. You should raise your hand whenever you want to talk. We may or may not ignore you. But this time what is your question?"
"Mister Sean, will these tattoos come off Sir?"
"Well Jill if you are a good girl they will fade over the week. They should be gone in ten days but if you aren't then we'll just have to make them permanent."
"Mister Sean I promise I'll be a good girl Sir."
"Jill, a good girl will do as she is told," Sean finishes.
In my mind I realize there isn't really any choice and I'll know in ten days if Sean is telling the truth. Also they did seem a little lighter earlier. Or was that just my imagination. We enter a highway and I wonder where Jimmy's house is. And I also wonder what Unc is going to want from me. He's so big and fat and not my type. MY TYPE. What am I thinking?
Sean's hand moves up my thigh and I can't believe my clitty starts to have feelings. I hope it doesn't show. I try to concentrate on something else. Look at the signs I say to myself. When I look up I see we are about to exit the highway. The highway exit sign says Pearl Rd. This is where trailer parks and shanties are located. It's about 20 miles from my house and I've never been here since everyone in my neighborhood knows it's the rough and dangerous part of the city.
We are now driving on dark streets and Sean is still fingering my thigh near my crotch when we stop. I see the stop sign through the front window. There's a street to the left. The only illumination seems to come from our headlights. I can see decaying old brick buildings and some trash littering the streets. On Joe's side there appears to be one of those alleys where you pick up the trash behind buildings.
Sean looks at Joe and as if they had spoken to each other Joe looks at me and says, "Sissy would you like to be allowed to empty yourself without drinking it and no more piss tonight?"
I can't believe what I just heard. I'm ecstatic as I reply, "Yes Mister Joe Sir. Yes."
"Well Sissy this is what you'll have to do. Down the alley there lives an old bum who has been there for years. You have to go up to him and convince him to let you give him a blowjob. Then you must get him to cum in your mouth. Either during or after he cums in your mouth you can pee out what's in your pussy and come back here. Show us his cum in your mouth and finally swallow it."
My mind is considering the exchange. Not sure which is worse but not having any more pee in me is the better idea.
"This offer ends in five seconds," Joe said.
Within two seconds I mumble out the words, "Yes."
I don't get reprimanded for not saying it the right way and Joe opens the door. Joe makes me climb over him and my eyes lock on the glass he's holding in his hand. No way I'm not coming back with a mouthful of cum, I think. Fortunately it's a warm late spring night. Cautiously I look around.
