Weeks Pass!

The weeks roll by, and you continue proving to Saoirse and the girls just how much of a sissy you are. She continues to dress you up like a little slut often, playing with your tight little asshole, fucking your mouth and showing you how to both satisfy a woman like her and how to fully please a man, and you do plenty of both. In return for being her fuckslave, she takes good care of you, ensuring you'll pass all you exams, giving you the finest clothes and perfumes and ensuring your little boy clit is milked as regularly as you could want.

The days get longer and warmer, and your classes begin to lengthen. You spend a few lazy days basking in the sun out in the woods with the lads, smoking joints and getting day-drunk, some servicing of Saoirse and the girls whenever they please and some time keeping your head down in the library writing essays while extensively copy and pasting from Wikipedia articles, because it doesn't matter what people say, Wikipedia is a solid source and teachers are lying. Overall, you continue your wild ride of fucking your way across campus, with blowjobs, titfucks, handjobs, sex, kissing and groping galore.

Eventually, exam week comes along. You sit the exams, writing down some dogshit answers on the pages, all with the knowledge that the shit you're putting down will guarantee you an A+. Eventually, you find yourself walking out of the final exam, fumbling for a cigarette, when Saoirse, Kerri, Ashley and Grace appear.

"How are you doing, Jacqueline?" Saoirse asks. "Did you do alright in your exams?"

"Um... kind of?" you say.

"You did sit them, right?" Grace asks.

"Oh, I definitely did that, but my answers were... well, awful."

"That doesn't matter, baby," Saoirse says, kissing you gently on the earlobe. "I always take care of my sluts. You'll be getting incredible grades, don't you worry."

"I mainly answered my exam questions with song lyrics," Ashley chuckles.

"Now, how about we take you back to the room for some... celebrations?" Kerri offers.

"Yes," Saoirse smiles. "We'll get you shaved, cleaned up and much, much prettier. How does that sound, sissy?"

"Excellent," you smile. "Thank you, Saoirse."