Camilla Ch. 092

Since she was becoming more erotically interested in boys, rather than older men, she had to reconcile this new object of her lust with her bitterness over how so many boys in her childhood had cruelly called her 'ugly'. To her, a boy was in a low and humble state, as opposed to the older men she revered and admired. For a boy to be worthy of having sex with her, he had to be humbled first.

Indeed, Camilla had insisted that Joey, Allen, and Chris all receive anal sex from, and perform fellatio on, Ron and his gay friends, with her watching. While enjoying the boys' erotic humiliation, she could also enjoy another of her guilty pleasures: watching gay sex. If pretty Sean was to have sex with her, he would soon have to receive cock in his ass and mouth, too, and she couldn't wait to see that.

The first night of performances finally came after the beginning weeks of the second semester: Sean was dancing with jitters. Camilla, in her 'Goth' look, was helping him change backstage.

"Don't be so nervous, sweetie," she told him as she helped the naked boy put on some pink panties.

"Sorry," he said as he felt the underwear hug his balls. "I'm a little worried about who'll see me."

"Everyone in our production has seen your penis and bum dozens of times," she said, helping him put on a pink padded bra. "You must be used to that by now."

"Yeah," he said, clipping the bra in place. "But what if my friends are in the audience?"

"Then they'll look at you in admiration of your beauty," she said, helping him put on the Cleopatra dress. She looked him in the eyes with a focused stare. "Relax," she said. "You'll be fine."

"I'll be fine," he repeated calmly.

After zipping up his Cleopatra dress at the back, she helped him put on his high heels and makeup.

The play began fifteen minutes later, and he walked onstage with a confidence that surprised him. He said all of his lines on cue, without even the slightest of inappropriate pauses. His and Ron's performances engaged and captivated the audience, which included many of Ron's gay male friends.

Ted Weinstein, the man from the CBC whom Camilla had fucked three years before, was also among the audience. His wife had mysteriously died a few months after he'd had sex with Camilla, though he wasn't too heartbroken about it. A mere month or so after his wife died, he was fucking other women at the CBC, including many pretty young actresses. A year or so after that, he started wearing a mask on certain special occasions, as did some of his colleagues in the Canadian media.

Just before the final moment of the play, when Sean was to get naked, Camilla visualized his penis getting partially erect. She wanted it to be especially visible to the whole audience, to emphasize Hosanna's maleness, as well as for other, more obvious reasons.

When Sean had finished stripping naked, done with a lack of inhibition that surprised Ron as much as it did Sean, Ron looked down at the boy's cock with lustful joy.

Sean said the line, "I'm a man," while Ron was standing sufficiently to the side so the audience could all see Sean's penis. Then Ron embraced Sean, kissing him hard on the lips for about ten seconds before the curtain finally came down.

The whole audience gave Sean and Ron a standing ovation. When they took their bows, Sean was still naked, completely insouciant that everything was showing. The audience just clapped and cheered louder.

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Several more successful performances of the play were done, and Ted attended them all, informing the other masked men of Camilla's doings at York. She would continue to be thus monitored over the years by other masked men who were affiliated with the university. They were all biding their time, waiting for the right time to take complete control over Camilla's body.

Delighted with the continuing success of Hosanna, Camilla and Ron wanted to celebrate; so Camilla invited Sean, Ron, some of his gay male friends, and some of her fellow Club Ritz strippers to her house. Since she'd planned a particularly wild party that day, she had Emily take Eros out to the Eaton's Centre for the whole afternoon: they weren't to come home until sunset.

It was an unusually warm day in late March, so Camilla and all her friends at the party took their drinks out into the backyard, and sat on the patio. Sean was the last invitee to arrive, since he'd taken a long time to get dressed properly: Camilla had insisted that he come in drag, and after so many productions of the play, he was now able to tart himself up without her help, though he was still rather slow at it.

He arrived before them on the patio, wearing a navy blue evening gown, black high heels, and heavy makeup.

"Hosanna, you look lovely," Ron said.

"Thank you," Sean said shyly, avoiding everyone's gaze.

"Don't be shy, sweetie," Camilla said. "Come sit next to me." He did. "We've been playing Truth or Dare? Have you ever played it?"

"Yeah, a few times back in high school," he said.

"Well, it gets a little wild with us," she said. "I hope you can handle it."

"Oh, I've been able to handle a lot of things over the past half year," Sean said. "I think I can do this."

"Good," she said. "It's your turn: ask me."

"OK," Sean said. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," she said, anticipating what he'd say, and not minding a bit.

"Get naked," he said.

"OK," she said, gleefully unzipping her tight white dress and dropping it to the ground. She then kicked off her high heels. Without underwear, she was now naked. She turned around for Sean, while everyone else clapped and cheered for her. "How do I look?" she asked with a grin, delighted to display her nudity to him for the first time.

"Divine," he panted, looking up and down in disbelief at her beauty and getting a hard-on. A neighbour was getting video of Camilla on his cell-phone camera; she psychically sensed this, and of course didn't mind.

"Thank you, sweetie," she said, sitting back down. "Truth or dare?"

"Uh, truth," he said nervously.

"Are you a virgin?" she asked, psychically already knowing the answer.

Looking away and blushing, he softly said, "Yes."

"Aww," everyone said together.

"How sweet," Camilla said in adoration, caressing his cheeks as if he were her son. "My little baby." She kissed him on the forehead, as she would have kissed Eros.

"Truth or dare?" Ron asked Mercedes, a new stripper at Club Ritz.

"Dare," Mercedes said.

"Eat Camilla's pussy," Ron said.

Smirking, Mercedes squatted between Camilla's legs and started licking. Sean watched in awe, and his hard-on started pushing up through his dress. Camilla let out high-pitched sighs of pleasure.

"Truth...or dare?" Mercedes asked Ron between licks.

"Truth," Ron said.

"Who...do you...wanna fuck...most of all...here today?" she asked, now sucking on Camilla's labia.

Ron got up and leered aggressively at his choice of male flesh. "Sean!" he shouted with lewd enthusiasm. Everyone laughed, oohed and aahed, and Sean's face went red.

"Don't...be shy, sweetie," Camilla said in sighs. "Oh! Gay is fun. Look at me. Ah! I'll bet...you'd like it, too. Oh!" Mercedes was sucking on Camilla's hard clitoris now.

"Truth or dare?" another stripper asked one of Ron's gay friends.

"Dare," the gay said.

"Unzip your pants and jerk off in front of Sean," she said.

"Gladly!" he said, whipping his uncircumcised cock out immediately and standing before blushing Sean, who was as aroused as he was nervous.

Though Sean felt it would be rude to look away from the man's cock, and his cock was fascinating the gay side of Sean's bisexual nature, he still was much more drawn to the lesbian spectacle beside him. Camilla's squeals were turning into screams as she approached orgasm. The neighbour getting video of her was annoyed that he couldn't get up close enough to get all the juicy details. Finally, Camilla came in Mercedes' mouth: Mercedes was licking the come off her lips after Camilla's last gushing.

When Ron's gay friend was about to come, he was merciful enough not to splash his load all over Sean's face, however much he wanted to; instead, Ron motioned for the masturbator to go over to him and come in his mouth. Ron sucked on his gay friend's cock for a few seconds, then he swallowed all his friend's come. Camilla watched with a smile on her face, as did the most stimulated Sean.

The game continued, getting wilder and wilder. Finally, it was Sean's turn again.

"Truth or dare?" Camilla asked him.

"D-dare," he said nervously, not wanting to reveal any more embarrassing truths about himself, but equally dreading the dare.

"Do a striptease in front of Ron," she said. "Get completely naked for him; leave nothing unrevealed."

Everyone cheered, particularly the gay men. Ron just sat and panted in lustful expectation.

Sean reluctantly got up and stood before Ron, swaying his hips and nervously unzipping his dress. Camilla licked her lips as she watched the boy slowly titillate Ron, his most ardent admirer. Though the boy had slight bisexual tendencies, he decidedly preferred girls, and an initiation into gay sex was something he wasn't sure he was ready for just yet. At the same time, he enjoyed the attention he was getting, having never got much of that kind of attention before.

His dress dropped to the wooden floor of the patio, and he was standing in a white padded bra and matching panties. He took off his high heels, then removed the bra. At last, the panties were about to come off. He stood facing Ron, who was impatient to see the boy's penis again. It was particularly appetizing to see, for the erection was poking a bulge in his panties.

"Come on, baby," Ron grunted. "Let's have another look at that beauty!"

"Don't be shy, sweetie," Camilla said. "We've all seen it many times before."

"Really?" Sean asked. "Even the strippers?"

"Oh, yeah," Mercedes said. "We've all seen the play. I've seen it three times. You have the cutest penis ever. Let's see it again. Don't be shy."

"Oh, OK," Sean said, pulling down the panties. His erect cock bounced up and down when the elastic of the panties rebounded off his knob. Everyone cheered and clapped. The neighbour who'd been getting video of the scene, not being close enough to hear what the partying people were saying, had thought Sean was a girl, and went away in homophobic disgust to see he was a guy.

Now that Sean was frontally nude in front of panting Ron, he just stood there and did nothing. Ron was touching the boy's legs.

"Come on, sweetie," Camilla said. "Let him see everything. That was the dare."

"I already have," Sean said, his voice cracking again. Ron was fondling the boy's buttocks.

"No, you haven't," Camilla corrected. "Turn around and bend over. Let him see what he wants to put his cock in."

"D-do I have to?" Sean stuttered. Ron had opened Sean's buttocks, and was now fingering his anus.

"Yes," she insisted. "It's part of the dare. Your asshole is your vagina, you know."

Sean timidly turned around, bent over, and spread his legs. Ron was rubbing one hand on his crotch at the sight of Sean's tight little virgin asshole, and the other hand stroked Sean's penis. Sean looked back at Ron fearfully, hoping Ron wouldn't touch any more boldly than he already was. At the same time, a small part of him wanted Ron to touch boldly...and do a lot more bold things with him. Ron never took his eyes off that pretty little hairless brown hole, the one Camilla had done a psychic epilation on the preceding October.

"Sit on my lap, sweetie," Ron told Sean. "i want you to know how much I like you." Sean sat on Ron's hard-on, and Ron continued feeling the boy up.

Camilla just loved watching Sean's submission. Getting Sean to indulge her gay friends was so much easier than getting Allen, Joey, or Chris to: they had all needed Camilla's mind controlling powers to make them do that.

Everyone then walked back into the house and upstairs to Camilla's bedroom. She and Sean were still completely naked, except for their heavy makeup. It was obvious what he was hoping to get from her.

"Um, Camilla, are we gonna...?" he tried to ask.

"Are we gonna have sex?" she said. He shyly nodded. "Yes, we are: all of us."

"All of us?" he asked.

"Yep," she said. "Not you and me, though: we'll do that another time, when you've proven to me that you're worthy of having me. For now, you're having other lovers."

"Oh?" he asked, hoping for the female strippers. "Who?"

"You know who," she said with a wicked smirk. Ron stood before Sean with a wicked smirk of his own.

"Oh, uh..." Sean stammered.

"Do you want to be worthy of having a goddess in your bed?" she asked him.

"Of course," he said. "But I'm not sure if I'm ready to..."

"To have me, you must first do something for me," she said, tickling his chin. "It will please me hugely if you do it. You do want to please me, don't you?"

"Absolutely," he said, with another crack in his tremulous voice. "But..."

"Then let Ron fuck you," she said. "And we all get to watch." One of Ron's friends took a video camcorder out of his gym bag.

"You're filming this?" Sean said in near terror. "Uh, I dunno..."

"You wanna lose your virginity, right?" Camilla asked.

"Yeah, but with a girl," he said.

"If you're good, you will," she said. "But first, you must give up your masculinity for me."

"Oh, gee, I--"

"Give up your manhood for the Goddess, then you'll have Her," Camilla insisted. "It's the only way you'll ever get in bed with me."

Knowing how unlucky he'd always been with women, and sick and tired of being a virgin, Sean saw this extreme situation as, indeed, the only way he'd ever get to make it with a beautiful woman. He got on the floor on all fours, reluctantly displaying his asshole, and Ron got some anal lube from Camilla. Camilla sat on the bed and watched, breathing heavily in anticipation, and fingering herself.

Ron lubed the boy's rectum thoroughly, then his cock. Camilla leaned forward on the bed to get a better look. Ron's friend, the one who'd masturbated in front of Sean, pointed the camera at Sean's ass and pressed record. Ron's other two gay friends were kissing on the bed and watching as Ron pushed the tip of his cock against Sean's anal orifice.

"This is going to be SO good!" Camilla grunted, licking her lips and masturbating even more aggressively. The other strippers were watching in fascination as Ron slowly slid his cock inside Sean's ass, taking away the boy's manhood.

Ron slid his cock in deeper, getting half-way inside the boy's rectum. Sean moaned softly, partly in fear and partly in excitement at the stimulation of his prostate.

"Squeal like a pig," one of Camilla's stripper friends said with a snicker.

"Don't be mean," Camilla said, even though she was enjoying the boy's erotic humiliation much more.

Ron's cock slid all the way inside, and Sean groaned loudly from how his anus was now a vagina. Camilla had succeeded in her transformation of him into a girl with a penis, and her slippery, wet pussy was ready to gush. Mercedes kneeled between Camilla's legs and put her face up against Camilla's muff. Camilla received Mercedes' licks while watching the slow death of the boy's masculinity, the same way Mary Postgate relished the sight of the slow death of the German aviator. Camilla came in Mercedes' mouth the same way Mary had apparently orgasmed.

Ron hadn't orgasmed, though; he pulled his cock out of Sean's asshole, figuring he'd widened it enough. "Come around this way, Sean," he said. "I wanna put it in your pretty mouth, now."

"OK," Sean said, in a state of complete submission.

"You're gonna do some prayin' for me, boy," that other stripper said, "and you better pray good."

"Come on," Camilla chided. "This is hard enough for Sean as it is." Still, Camilla was the one enjoying the boy's feminization the most by far, apart from Ron, of course.

Sean acquiescently took Ron's cock in his mouth, looking up into the eyes of the man who'd taken his manhood. Sean sucked on Ron's cock as best as he could, but without any experience, he naturally wasn't very good at it. Camilla used her psychic powers to improve the boy's technique. She mimed sucking Ron's cock as she concentrated, briefly closing her eyes to focus her psychic powers better. When she'd sent her energy over to Sean, she saw him now sucking away as expertly as she could. Ron found himself now enjoying the blow-job much better, moaning and sighing his appreciation at Sean's new-found talent.

Mercedes continued licking Camilla's pussy, and everyone else watched the gay blow-job with fascination. Even the two gays on the bed were ass-fucking while facing Ron and Sean, so they could see the whole show.

Finally, orgasms were imminent all around. Ron, about to blow, pulled his cock out of Sean's mouth and rained his come all over the boy's face. At the very first blast of Ron's ejaculation, Camilla gushed into Mercedes' mouth. The gay man with the camera had been jerking off the whole time he was filming the gay fucking.

Sean sat there with Ron's come dripping off his face; though he was afraid, he was enjoying the sex.

The other gay men noticed the lascivious smile on Sean's face, and decided to take advantage of the moment. The gay at the camera went up to still-kneeling Sean, while Ron, now spent, took over the camera duties. The gays on the bed stopped their ass-fuck, got off the bed, and got in line behind the former cameraman.

Sean took that gay's cock in his mouth and starting blowing. The two gay men, not wanting to lose their erections, jerked off behind the gay getting blown. When he was about to blow, the other two got around Sean in a circle, jerking off over his face. Sean swallowed the first gay man's come, then received bukkake from the other two gays. Camilla watched with her eyes and mouth agape, coming again in Mercedes' mouth.

Sean went into the washroom and washed his face; then he returned to Camilla's bedroom, sat on Ron's lap, and felt his first lover's arms protectively embrace him. Camilla was touched at the sight of the two gays.

Finally, she looked at her bedside clock and noticed the time--6:20 PM! She had to get everyone out of her house before her sweet, innocent son saw any of this debauchery. Camilla had no intention of her boy ever becoming anywhere near as sexually twisted as she was, so she had to hurry.

"Sorry, guys," she said in a panic. "You all gotta go now. My son and nanny are gonna be here, and I don't want them to see any of our naughtiness."

"Why not use your psychic powers to slow them down?" Ron asked. "Things are just starting to get interesting."

"I don't want my boy out after dark," Camilla insisted. "Sorry to rush you, but you have to leave now."

"OK," Ron said. Everyone got dressed as quickly as possible, Sean rushing out to the backyard to get his dress and shoes. He quickly got dressed.