You wake with a hand on your ...

You dream, over and over, of the night's events, starting with your sister and her friends bullying you into cross-dressing and ending with Lilly fucking you with that strapon. It starts as a nightmare every time, but then your dream self remembers Katrina ... sucking you. In your dreams, the feeling of her lips ... of her kiss ... makes the pain and shame of Lilly's violation and Amanda's betrayal fade to an irrelevant buzz in the back of your mind.

You wake with a hard-on, and ... and a warm, soft hand on it, stroking gently on the underside of your shaft. Your backside hurts, but like in your rapidly fading dreams, you barely notice the pain; it's more of a mild counterpoint to the pleasure emanating from your groin. You open your eyes with a pleased groan and see Katrina smiling down at you. Seeing the confused look on your face, she places her index finger on your lips.

"Ssshhh," she whispers, "Don't speak, Marcia, just enjoy and listen." She strokes your shaft once more, then reverses her grip yo cup your balls, continuing to rub your pecker with her thumb.

"That's my girl," she croons, "Oh, you are such a sweet, sexy sissy." She leans over and kisses you on the lips, showing you a bit of her bra-encased breasts beneath the loose tank top she's wearing. Lifting her head and smiling at you again, she whispers, "Okay, you can talk now, but only to tell me what you are, and only if you want me to keep doing this." She grips your cock and squeezes it firmly, stroking the cockhead now with her thumb.

You really don't want to say it, but what can you do? Your longtime crush is giving you a handjob and ... and you let a girl you barely knew fuck you in the ass last night, while your sister made you lick her. And you don't want her to stop touching you; it almost makes what happened last night ... okay. Before you can stop yourself, you whisper, "S-sissy ..."

Katrina smiles and leans over to kiss you again, nibbling your lower lip, but her hand pulls away from your erection and out of your boxers. "Uh-uh. Say all of it, Marcie, and say it like you mean it."

You can feel your face heating up, but your prick apparently doesn't care about your embarrassment. "I ... I'm a sweet, sexy sissy. Please ..."

Her hand slides back under your boxers and begins ministering to your erection once again. "Goooood girl," she whispers before leaning down to kiss your belly, probing your navel with her tongue while her other hand strokes and pinches lightly at your nipples.

It doesn't take long after that. You came last night, but you're young, relatively healthy, and you've just spent the night having weird, sexy dreams without cumming. You try to warn her, but your self control seems to be at a low ebb: your cock starts its sweet spasming before you get the first syllable out, and your body stiffens in sweeter release. Katrina covers your cockhead, and you spurt directly into her hand.

"Ugh, look at this mess," she says, rising to her knees, planting one on your chest, and presenting you with her jizz-covered hand and fingers, "Clean it up for me, Marcia."

You know what she means, and you really want no part of it; the way she's kneeling on your chest makes it obvious she doesn't mean for you to run to the bathroom for a washcloth, after all. But you don't think you're strong enough to knock even Katrina off you the way she's leaning into your chest and besides, you know Amanda, and probably Lilly and Alex, are still somewhere in the house. The last thing you want is another spanking; your ass still hurts from THAT, too. So you let out a quiet whimper, stick out your tongue, and begin to lick.

Without the sensory overload and sexual excitement the girls put you through last night, licking up your own cum is pretty disgusting. It's salty and slimy, with a faint, rank undertone of sweat ... or maybe something worse ... and though it starts out warm, it cools fairly quickly and just becomes a gelatinous mess. But every time Katrina seems to think you're slowing in your efforts, she grinds her knee into your chest and says, "Back to work, Marcie." At least she's not calling you sissy ...

After what seems like an eternity, she pulls her hand away from your face and examines it, fingers spread. "Good girl!" she exclaims, "Now get up. It's time to make you pretty again."

She rises from atop you and holds out her hand, pulling you to your feet. "Now, follow me to the bathroom," she orders, "You're a mess. It's time to make you pretty again." At the bedroom door she turns to you and says, "And bring your pretty lingerie."

You pick up the pink "SLUT" boyshorts and polka-dot bra almost without thinking about it, and follow Katrina ...