Trans School: Cock Worshipping

Summary: The next day I worship lots of trans cock.

Note 1: Thanks to Tex Beethoven for rejuvenating this old story and illustrating all the parts. Thanks also to Tex, Shuj and OhDave1 for editing this year.

Note 2: This is the second part of a planned marathon series about my adventures at the Chateau Johnson School for Girls, located in southern California.

Note 3: Tex wants to thank Pawngame, a graphics artist from RenderHub, for her invaluable assistance in posing our trans students in this series.

In part 1, A TEACHER SEDUCED, I relocate from Canada to teach at a private school in extremely rural southern California, where I gradually unravel a secret... that the students are all trans. The cat is finally let out of the bag when I'm seduced by the virtually all-powerful trans Headmistress, then learn that as a result, I've just become the Bottom Slut to all my fellow teachers when I'm used by their former Bottom Slut. I then have a romantic-ish encounter with Amanda (the Headmistress's (very) personal secretary) Amanda, (where I get to do the fucking for a change, because she's even more submissive than I am), and Chapter 1 ends with my submitting to Nicole, the school's most dominant student.

And now... the next morning... Sunday...

Trans School: Cock Worshipping

The next morning, I woke up, showered, and put my pyjamas back on since I had no idea what would be required of me today. I was certain that someone would want me to do something, and whatever that something was would likely dictate what I should wear. I was just deciding whether or not to go to breakfast dressed like this, when there was a knock on my door. When I opened it, Amanda was there, wearing only a sheer babydoll and stockings. I invited her in, and she set down a shopping bag she was carrying.

I asked her the obvious question, "Do you always have a hard-on?"

"No, only when I'm having sex, and whenever I'm around you," she replied flirtatiously.

"Nicole wants to see you in her room right away," she informed me.

"Okay," I said, yawning while my mouth started watering, and my pussy began tingling with anticipation. Following our intense two-girl orgy last night, there was only one reason she'd send for me! YAY!!

"But first, put this STUFF on," she instructed, indicating the bag she'd brought. "Oh, and braid your hair into pigtails, just like last night.

"Okay," I said, before she kissed me on the cheek and left.

I closed the door, stripped off my pyjamas, emptied the bag, and checked out the very limited attire: thigh high stockings, crotchless panties (which seemed rather pointless) and a mismatched green corset that didn't cover my tits at all... in fact, all it covered was my belly. Once I'd put everything on and braided my hair, I didn't see the remotest functional purpose for those latter two so-called garments.

I looked into the mirror and gave myself a huge grin. I looked super slutty! Yay again! I slipped into a robe, since I'd going to another building (silly me, it turned out), and headed to Nicole's room.

"Come in," she called out when I knocked.

I went in and closed the door.

Nicole was starkers except for a pair of pinkish thigh highs. She turned away from the mirror where she'd been brushing her hair, saw me, and immediately barked, "What the fuck are you doing wearing a robe?!"

"Sorry," I apologized, quickly shrugging it off.

"So you're ashamed to be my teacher pet?" she asked. "Didn't want anyone to see you with your girly bits showing ON YOUR WAY TO REPORT TO YOUR MISTRESS?"

"No, not at all!" I said hurriedly. And truthfully, I wasn't at all ashamed of my new status as her submissive, especially since I knew that all the other teachers had also sucked this big, hard, juicy cock, that right now was aimed directly at me. "I just thought I should look at least somewhat respectable while I walked across campus and down the hallways."

"Has anyone ever asked you to think while you're not teaching?" she asked very harshly.

"No," I whispered, dropping my head down, feeling like her naughty child.

"Your only job is to please," she said. Then she snapped her fingers while pointing at the floor and said, as if she was giving me an order, "Patella."

I just looked at her, perplexed.

"Oh well, I didn't think that would work," she said with a laugh... a complete shift from her harsh tone just a moment earlier. "But some of your readers seem to think you overuse the order 'knees'."

I laughed agreeably. "Yes, some of them have said that, but I decided they're wrong. That single, solitary word is almost magic, it's so powerful... it even has its own aura. All by itself, it creates a hierarchy! It builds a relationship! It conditions a submissive!"

"Agreed," she nodded. She came towards me with her eyes looking into mine, and she uttered the magic word that every submissive obeys in an instant... "Knees!"

My brain didn't need to decide whether I'd obey... automatically and instantly I dropped to my knees... that magic word sending an erotic chill down my back and directly into my needy pussy. I wanted Nicole's big dick in my mouth... in my pussy... in my ass... or my top choice... all of the above.

"You're so much like the submissives in your stories," she observed, gazing down at me like she owned me... and I had no quarrel with that.

"You know what they say... write what you know," I smiled, my mouth watering for my imminent breakfast treat.

"Just imagine! Today is just the beginning of your serving an endless train of trans pillow princesses!" she said gleefully. She traced my lips with her cock head, and when I licked them I could taste just a smidgeon of her pre-cum.

"Mmmmmmmm," I purred. She was referring to my multi-chaptered, mostly lesbian Pillow Princess series... mostly, because there was a trans chapter in it. The main character Meredith was indeed crafted to reflect many of my own most raw and uninhibited fantasies. "That sounds so fucking hot! I can hardly wait to get started!"

"Yeah, and I bet you'd love to suck and get fucked by every last trans senior student in the school," she said, slapping my cheek with her hard-on.

"Is it bad that my answer is yes please?" I asked. The idea of harbouring cock after cock inside all my holes was already making my pussy burn on this sinful Sunday morning, which I knew was only the beginning of a brand-new sex-filled era in my life!

"Nope. It's really good," she said, as she slid her dick between my lips. "Just like this is."

I moaned again, already addicted to her big dick filling my mouth, and the first time had been just last night!

"Now show me what a good cocksucker you are," she instructed.

I obeyed without hesitation, beginning with some slow, smooth sucking... wanting to savour this first cock of my first day of a new era... and if I was reading between Nicole's lines accurately, it looked like I'd be getting my fill of dick all day long!

"Oh yeah," she moaned, "worship my cock!"

"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned against her cock, knowing from many of my readers' reports, that such vibrations always felt absolutely heavenly to the cock holder.

"Yeah, every Sunday morning from now on, this will be your first Church of Cock visitation. Then off you'll go to your classroom, to service cock after cock after cock... in your other Church of Cock," she said, and my visual of that ritual made my pussy sit right up and purr!

I'd never been overly religious, and only went to church for weddings and funerals... at my age more of the latter... but her Church of Cock worshipping sounded like a place where I could kneel down and put my heart into worshipping something I could really believe in!

"Are you ready to become a supplicant in the Church of Cock?" she asked, and she pulled out... so my saliva flooded down my chin.

I gazed up at her with unconditional submission and responded, "I'll happily abide in such a Church, and I'll perform my phallic ablutions with complete devotion."

"Fuck, are you a nasty slut!" she accused approvingly, and she slid her cock back into my mouth, so I resumed bobbing.

After a few minutes of slow sucking, she pulled out again and ordered, "Sit on your ass and brace your hands behind you. I'm going to fuck your face and baptise you as my newest Cock Supplicant."

"Yes, Ministress," I responded, having recently learned that was an honorific one uses to address a female Minister. It's normally addressed to a woman who's a political Minister in England, but it also seemed perfect for this kinkier usage.

"Ministress," she smiled, as I got myself into the required position, and then stretched my nylon-clad legs towards her and wiggled my toes. "I like that!"

But, Mistress Ministress might be even better," I embellished, as still standing, she straddled my legs and slid her hard, wet cock inside my eager mouth.

"Oh, yes! You're the perfect new addition to the Church of Cock," she said as she began face fucking me... her entire dick entering my mouth and tickling my tonsils, with her big balls filled with creamy cum bouncing against my chin.

It was two, perhaps three minutes, before I felt her cock begin to twitch, and at the very last moment, she pulled out and erupted all over my face... thus anointing me for my official baptism into the Church of Cock.

This was obviously her first load of the day, so it was a huge one, and it not only splattered my face, but she then aimed a bit lower, so her cum shot out of her dick and onto my tits, coating them too.

"So much delightful cum!" I gasped, awestruck that such a slender girl could possibly spew such volume... easily the most cum I'd ever taken from a cock in a single helping!

"My morning load is always the largest one," she said, and then somehow even a little more cum dribbled out of her dick and dripped down onto my tits.

"That's very good to hear, since I always enjoy a hearty breakfast," I smiled, with her cum dripping down my face. I wanted her to know I'd be more than willing to receive such a load every morning.

"I'll keep that in mind," she said, then she stepped away from me. "But unfortunately for you, I always have quite a few cum-hungry sluts lining up to beg for my morning load."

"I'll bet you do," I smiled, remaining on the floor, just savouring the afterglow of receiving that major facial... and tittal? (Is that a word?)

She grabbed her phone and told me, "I'm texting you your schedule for today."

"Okay," I said, very much looking forward to learning which girls I'd be submitting to today... all of them were my students on weekdays.but on weekends they were now my Mistresses... I was so excited!

"Every half hour you'll have a guest or two coming into your classroom, and you'll serve them as their Meredith," she said, again referring to my popular Pillow Princess series.

"So I'll be servicing an ongoing train of teen pillow princesses, and doing whatever they require of me?" I asked, clarifying what would be expected of me.

"Yup. You're a quick learner," she said, and she reached for my hand and assisted me up from the floor.

"This is pretty much a dream come true," I said gratefully.

"Oh, it'll literally be a dream cum true," she said, stressing the two words.

"I can't wait!" I squealed, already craving more cock and more cum... and eager to experience the no doubt many diverse ways my students would treat me in the privacy of my classroom, while they had full permission to do whatever they wanted to do to me, with a guarantee of no recriminations from me (or anyone else) afterwards. Would all my students come and use me? Or only a select few?

"You will, of course, continue wearing this outfit I gifted you throughout the day," she added.

"Of course," I agreed, glancing down at the robe lying on the floor.

"The robe stays here," she said, noticing my glance. "Wearing it to cover yourself while you came across campus to report to your Ministress was very naughty!"

"Yes, Ministress! It won't happen again," I replied, although I was quite nervous about walking through the halls of her dorm and across campus to my classroom dressed like a complete whore, especially now that I also had this abundance of very visible cum all over me!

"And since you tried to tempt my slut Penelope to disobey me, you'll take another cum walk back to your own room at the end of the day," she instructed, just as I'd assumed she would. Nicole was in many ways my perfect prototype Mistress... a collage of many of a certain variety of Mistresses I'd created during my more than a decade of writing erotica. Not the knowledgeable, sophisticated ones, but the younger, impetuous and particularly demanding ones.

"Of course, Mistress," I agreed obediently. My solace was knowing that every other teacher here... and likely many of the seniors... had at least once already taken this walk of so-called shame. So-called, because totally unlike anywhere else I'd ever heard of, around here openly flaunting yourself as a slut was celebrated rather than condemned!

"Go now," she said.

"I'll need to stop by my room to fetch my phone," I mentioned.

"No need. I'll send another slut to get it for you."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, and I took one last admiring glance at her slowly shrinking cock, before I turned around and headed out of her room into the hallway of the seniors' dormitory.

The moment I started walking very nervously down the hallway, I saw Veda looking back at me, and then Aya coming up behind me, who said, "Looking hot, Ms. Jasmine." (You may recognise Aya as the hot girl with TransNikki's cum all over her face in one of the pictures Nicole emailed me.)

"Thanks," I said. Believe it or not, I enjoyed the compliment, which did a lot towards boosting my confidence.

"I can't wait for my playtime with you," Aya said, slapping my ass. (At any of my previous schools I would have been appalled by such an inappropriate familiarity, but for Aya I just giggled appreciatively.)

"I look forward to serving you, Mistress," I said, turning my head back, and seeing she was dressed almost as slutty as I was.

To my surprise, the two girls followed me outside, and I needed to cross about 300 yards of the large campus to get to the seniors' classroom wing. When I went outside, Ryan and Nayyia were chatting when they caught sight of me, and they too were dressed like sluts!

"Oh my!" the beautiful redhead Ryan gasped, looking admiringly at my cum-coated face and breasts. "How delicious!"

"Nicole kindly gave me her morning load," I explained, although I'm sure they already knew that.

"Yeah, she obviously did. And you'll be taking lots more loads today," Aya predicted, not having taken her eyes off of me once, ever since she saw me leaving Nicole's room. I'd felt quite nervous when I began this little journey, but now I was starting to enjoy myself!

"I'll never refuse a load from a hot girl," I responded, glancing down at her crotch.

"Ms. Jasmine, are you objectifying me" Ryan gasped mockingly.

"Yep. And I hope you'll all come and return the favour, during my Super Sunday Slut-fest," I said as I continued walking, and they no doubt admired my backend as I sauntered away... glowing in my own sluttiness.

The creamy cum from Nicole's load was still nice and wet, so I rubbed it all over my body while I walked, loving the healthy glow someone's sperm always gave me... although that was usually just on my face, unlike now, as I continued towards the seniors' classroom wing and my own classroom.

When I entered the seniors' classroom wing, I was greeted by two teachers... Darya, a tall and imposing black woman I always found rather intimidating, and Myeong, who was from South Korea. She'd always been especially polite to me... until now. For some reason, they were both dressed maybe even sluttier than I was... wearing no more than decorative chains and stockings.

"Where ya going, Bottom Slut?" Myeong greeted me, startling me with her change in demeanor.

"I'm going to my classroom," I explained. "Apparently I'll be spending the day sucking my students' cocks and doing whatever else they tell me to."

"Oh yeah, been there, done that," Darya said. "What time's your first appointment?"

"Oh! Actually, I don't know. Nicole texted my schedule to me, and someone will be bringing my phone to me... soon, I hope."

"These marathon teacher gangbangs always start at 10:00," Myeong said, "and right now it's only 9:40. So we can have some fun with you right now while you're waiting for your first student."

"Right out here in the hallway?" I objected. "Where people can stroll by and see us going at it?"

"This is a seniors' hallway, and it's the weekend," Darya pointed out. "And Headmistress Alexis has already initiated all the seniors, and you're the only new teacher this year. So anybody who might come in here is welcome to use any of us any which way they please, and even watch us playing with our Bottom Slut. And if you don't have an exhibitionistic streak yet, around here, you'll soon earn one. Now lie down on your back for us."

"Okay. If you're sure it's all right," I agreed. The idea of tasting some morning pussy was actually exciting, so I really didn't mind lying down on the hard floor, even though it was rather cold.

Myeong straddled my crotch and rubbed her pussy against mine, while Darya sat on my face.

"Oh yes, bottom bitch! Eat my pussy," Darya moaned as my tongue probed her pussy, enjoying her already damp crotch.

"Oooooooh," I moaned, as Myeong really ground her pussy against mine... something I'd occasionally written about, but I'd never thought women actually did that very often, if at all, because it looked rather boring. Goodness, was I wrong! The stimulation from our pussies rubbing against each other was utter euphoria!

It took only a few minutes before Myeong and I were cumming together.

Darya followed us a couple minutes later, squirting her delicious juices right into my open mouth.

Darya stood up and strolled away, warning me over her shoulder, "This is only the beginning, Bottom Slut!"

Myeong assisted me in returning to my feet and said, "Welcome to the real faculty team building, Ms. Jasmine."

"Gamsahabnida," I said politely. (I happened to know how to say the formal version of thank you in Korean, but very little else in that language.) She bowed to me, I bowed back to her, she walked away, and I headed to my classroom.

Once I arrived, I was surprised to discover that some of Nicole's plan to schedule my first trans gangbang for today had been partly executed even before she'd sent Amanda to summon me to her room this morning. Someone had moved all the tables and chairs to the sides of the classroom, and they'd laid a comfy-looking carpet down in the middle of the floor.