1. Just One of the Girls


    Date: 6/30/2016, Categories: First Time, Group Sex, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    It was a clear crisp fall morning as Mike walked to the first day at his new school. His mother had taken a promotion in a new town, badly needed since it was the four of them: Mike, his two s****rs, and his mother. But that meant new schools for the k**s. Abigail and Candy were attending the high school; Mike, the middle school. He walked slowly since this seemed very much like a jail sentence to him, attending a new school where he didn’t know anyone. Mike was inherently shy and that tendency had been reinf***ed with being sheltered by his over-protective mother and s****rs. He rounded a corner and stopped. Ahead was the school, a grey utilitarian monolith spread across the street front. Several k**s walked past him and looked at him, wondering why he was just standing there. When he saw them looking, he began walking again, head down, since he didn’t want to be noticed. As he walked into the school, Mike fished out the classroom list. His first class was math, room 407. He looked around and saw each wing had a number, the wings spreading out from the main building like spokes from half a wagon wheel. He found the room and went in, taking a seat in the back row. And so began his new school year. It was third period, U.S. History, when something peculiar happened. Mrs. Edmonds was calling roll. “Michael Hinkle?” “Here,” Mike answered barely audible. Mrs. Edmonds looked up at the class. “Here,” he repeated louder. She continued on with the roll. Two seats over, Veronica ...
    Alvarado stared at Mike. ‘He’s a boy?’ she kept asking herself. Mike was one of those men, like Brahms, who looked, by nature, effeminate. Brahms couldn’t grow any whiskers until he was thirty and was teased for years about it. When he was young, to make ends meet, he had played piano in a brothel filled with rough sailors; their lewd teasing didn’t help the effeminate looking Brahms. Once he could grow a beard, he did, and never shaved it. Mike could very well suffer a similar fate. There was something else about Mike that was feminine, beside the soft look. Being raised in an all girl household hadn’t helped. His s****rs had taken over part of his upbringing since their mom had to work such long hours. They molded him in ways they liked. Added to his naturally androgynous looks, his behavior had made Veronica sure he was a girl, until he had answered to the name, Michael. Veronica stared, still perplexed. Mrs. Edmonds started her lecture and Veronica had to look forward. At lunch, she talked with her friends. “Did you see that new k**?” “Who?” “Michael somebody,” Veronica said. “He looks like a girl.” Cindy piped in, “Yeah. I saw him in math. Way in the back. He’s got long curly hair to die for. He does look like a girl.” Veronica saw Mike walking by with his tray. “Mike.” He looked over. She waved him to their table. “Come on. Sit here with us.” He shrugged and sat with them. Being raised with two older s****rs, Mike was completely comfortable with gaggles of girls. He had ...
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