All-Star Sissy: Postgame

This is the final chapter of Samantha’s story (I do have other content set in the Sissy Camp universe). It’s also my first completed, public story, so I want to thank everyone who has read so far. If you’ve enjoyed it, I’d suggest you subscribe to my patreon where we have 21 Sasha Sucklove’s, 7 Bimbo 101s, 7 Stud Clara and Sissy Missys, a few one shots and 36 captions.
I’ll also be starting two new series there in July: How I Became a Harem Sissy for a Futanari Queen and Miss Sery’s Mansion. We’ll see what’s going on a year into Sasha Sucklove’s, and Bimbo Victoria will have her first date. Now that the obligatory plug is done, here is the final chapter of All-Star Sissy. Enjoy!
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KNOCK
KNOCK
I was so nervous. Was my dress alright? Was my cleavage too much? Was it not enough?
Stupid Greg!
He really brought out the girl in me. And as I stood outside his door, feeling so, unbearably, nervous, I was just as self conscious as I’d been while naked in the showers.
KNOCK
KNOCK
Maybe he wasn’t home. He was probably out partying. He was probably with some other girl. Maybe I should just leave and go back to-
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK-
“Samantha!”
I blushed as he opened the door, wearing only a towel. It seems like I’d interrupted a shower, but he was smiling as though he didn’t mind. I’d never noticed he had abs before…
“Uh…hey” I told him.
“I…I heard you guys won.”
“Yeah. It was awesome” I grinned. “Listen, about last night-”
“I know. I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have kissed you. I like you but the whole reason you hang out with me is because you want to be a guy or a tomboy or whatever you want to call it. You don’t want…”
“I…might” I shrugged.
His whole expression changed. The guilty and apologetic look was replaced by a cautious smile. “Wait…what?”
I stepped inside and closed the door behind us. “I…have learned a lot in the last few weeks. One of the things I’ve figured out is that, sure my life might be different, but I’m still me. I’m just me in a different way. And I have to…um…accept that way. And own up to it, if I’m going to have any chance at being happy. I can’t change certain things…but…” I sighed, shaking my head. What was I even saying?
“I like you, okay? You dolt!” I snapped, getting a bit annoyed I had to go out and say it.
The cautious smile turned into an ecstatic one.
“You like me?”
“And if you tell anyone I said that, I’ll use your head for spiking practice!” I added.
“So…you like me…I like you…” said Greg, basking in it for a moment. He was being that douchey, self satisfied guy that I had come to know, even if I had come to be a bit amused by it. But he quickly realized that this was a bit serious, and let some maturity seep into his joy. “Okay. I’m down for whatever you’re down for. Whatever you’re comfortable with, whatever pace you want. I mean, I know this is complicated for you and I just want you to know that whatever way you want to deal with this, I’ll always back you up and support you.”
…ugh! Why the heck did he have to be so perfect!
Getting a bit flush, I nodded. “Um…speaking of pace…”
“Right. Do you want to keep being friends until you’re comfortable dating, or-”
“I want you. Right now” I said bluntly.
He was stunned, standing there like I was playing a prank on him. “Really?”
“Don’t make me say it again!” I hissed. “I just had a big win and all the girls are celebrating with their guys and I recently realized I might be a bit pent up…”
“So you want to…now?”
“What, am I the only one with any balls here?” I exclaimed, raising my eyebrow. After everything, I’d figured he’d just jump my bones as soon as I gave him permission. And after last night…
Let’s just say the vibrator may or may not have awakened something in me.
“I just…I want to make sure you’re sure. If you are…then I’d love to” he smiled.
“Sure. Very sure. Though you talking doesn’t help” I joked.
He didn’t say another word. He was smart enough to act, and a hand on my chin led my lips to his. Another kiss. Just as good as the last. Only this time, I wasn’t fighting back. I let myself feel it, let it wash over my being as I let curiosity get the better of me.
I reached out and pulled his towel off.
We pulled back from each other for a moment, and I looked down at his growing shaft. It was definitely big, and I was a bit shocked by the way I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
Little did I know, Greg was staring too.
RIPPPPPPPPPP
I yelped slightly as he grabbed my low cut sundress and tore it down the middle, getting a better look at my cleavage as the tatters fell to my feet. I was in just my underwear now and despite the fact that he seemed intently pleased with the results, he did cock his head in apology. “Sorry…”
“No…no, it’s good” I said, more than a bit excited by it, for whatever reason. I had to relearn my preferences, but I knew for a fact that a guy ripping my clothes was now among them. In fact, I was pretty sure I was biting my lip…
“Do…you like what you see?” I asked bashfully.
He grinned and reached down, lifting me up into his big, strong, muscular arms…
Okay, I clearly liked guys. It was a marvel I’d been able to deny it this long.
“I’ve liked what I saw from the first time I saw you” he said, laying a kiss on my cheek as he threw me into bed. I bounced with a gasp and then looked up at him. “But I have to admit, this is my favorite of your outfits” he joked.
“I like yours too” I grinned, looking as his member stood at attention. It had to be 6 or 7 inches.
“Want to give it a kiss?” he asked, walking closer until it was right in front of my face. I coyly looked it over, thinking about how weird all of this was, and then grabbed its base with gentle hands.
SMOOCH.
As I leaned forward to lay my wet kiss on the tip, he reached for my clasp and undid it, taking my bra off and leaving me topless.
“Samantha!!!” he exclaimed when he finally saw them out.
“Greg…” I jokingly replied as I stared at his member.
Before I could react, he jumped on me, kissing me as his hands groped my chest, thumbing my nipples, kneading my chest, enjoying my boobs to his heart’s content as I relished each kiss. My arms wrapped around him as his wrapped about me and we writhed against each other’s sensations. His member was pressed against my leg as I ran my hands up and down his firm muscles, rubbing his abs and pecs as he moved down to kiss my neck. Each movement of his lips and tongue down there made me coo as he moved down to my shoulder, then to my breasts, licking and suckling as I gasped and whined.
“Greg…” I whimpered.
“Samantha” he playfully replied, dancing his tongue on my firm nipple before sitting back up.
“Are you warmed up?” he asked.
“Huh?”
“Girls need to…before…wasn’t sure about you” he shrugged. Then I realized what he was asking.
“I’m ready…” I said without thinking.
He smiled and reached down for my panties, pulling them off to reveal-
My teeny tiny, shrunken and withered member, so useless after so many hormones that all it could do now was leak clear liquid in response to these sensations. I immediately tensed, hoping he wasn’t disgusted by it. It was strange enough for the girls to see but for Greg, someone about to do this…
He leaned towards it and then laid a kiss on my belly.
“You are so beautiful.”
Then another on my ribs.
“So adorable.”
And another on my chest.
“So perfect…”
His eyes met mine as some of those estrogen-supercharged emotions welled up inside of me. “Ready?”
I nodded as he reached over for his condoms and put one on, getting some lube along with it and squirting it onto his shaft.
“Okay, here we go…” he told me before grabbing onto the back of my thighs, pushing my legs up slightly to give a better angle on my hole. My knees were practically on my shoulders when he placed his tip against it, and slowly pushed in.
“AHAaahhaaaAHAAHH…” I cooed.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you…” he said, pushing it against the pressure and tightness, finally getting it all the way inside as I gripped at the sheets.
“There’s my All-Star” he smiled as he slowly pulled back and then pushed back in, moving in and other and slightly quickening his pace.
“Lower…lower…” I guided him, breathing heavy until he hit the right spot.
“Fuck!!!” I gasped.
“Think I found it” he grinned, pushing my legs up even more as he bucked a bit harder. He’d definitely found it. I moaned and squirmed with each thrust as a feeling like electricity built throughout my body.
He leaned into my legs and used his free hands to grip my chest.
“You like it gentle or hard?” he asked. I took a moment to process it, and another to admit the answer I was pretty sure of by now.
“Hard” I gasped.
“Okay…” he grinned like an idiot. “Get ready for hard.”
Without further ado, he dragged his member halfway out against my prostate and then slammed in as hard as he could. I hadn’t even known I could have a feeling like that, and I moaned out like some shameless girl as he did. I blushed red until another came.
Then I did the same thing.
He bucked and pistoned into me as hard as he could, getting faster and faster until it was practically athletic. And if being self conscious about my appearance made me feel like a girl, this made me feel like a woman. I’d never felt more like one in my entire life. It wasn’t like the dresses or heels or makeup. This was a feeling from the inside out, a feeling like I was melting into the control of a big strong man, a man I loved, and man whose masculinity brought my femininity out.
Also, it felt fucking good.
I started squealing as each feeling built on the last one, and as he brought a hand to my mouth to muffle the noise.
“I’m close…” he said, clearly trying to hold off so that my first time wasn’t only a success for him. And though I couldn’t say it at the moment, some part of me knew I was too. It was like a wave about to crest, a pot about to boil over, a feeling becoming too intense to sustain itself until-
“GREG!!!”
My legs spasmed in the air. My whole body tensed. I spurted out clear from my useless member and I screamed so loud that not even his hand could help it. Then, as I reverberated in that lingering feeling, I felt a warmth inside me, filling me until Greg pulled out.
Climbing into bed, he pulled the covers over us.
“So…I guess you won twice tonight” he joked as he wrapped around me.
“Shut up!” I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re an idiot.”
“Well then I’m the luckiest idiot ever” he said, laying a kiss on my shoulder. “How was your first time?”
“It…wasn’t entirely boring” I teasingly countered, grinning wide. “Nothing to write home about.”
We did it two more times that night. And once in the morning.

As for the season, we did pretty well. Kim was gone the next year and so Abby took over as captain. She also took over as my roommate when Jasmine’s time as my overseer ended. It turns out Sarah’s dad was the DA and his tireless work meant that the Sissy Camp was soon shuttered. There was nothing that could be done for their previous attendees, but at least no one else would go in.
As for those struggling with the aftermath, roughly half were like Stella, placid and happy with their new lives. At least she’d been happy when I last saw her. She was wearing the most low cut, revealing, strapless wedding dress I’ve ever seen, and saying her vows to her new man. I didn’t think that “I swear your balls will never be blue” belonged in a set of vows but hey, it wasn’t my wedding. My wedding came later.
The other sissies were like me, just trying to find their way through life, figuring out a compromise between who they were and who they’d become, finally finding some balance and peace. Abby was even dating one of the former victims, who had luckily retained their preference for girls despite the conditioning. I’d asked Abby if that meant she’d always had a crush on me, and she just brushed it off. I was her BFF now, and who cared about the past?
She was right. She was my best friend, my closest ally and eventually, my maid of honor. She’d even helped me get my new job.
“Is someone excited behind me?” I teased as Greg and I showered together, getting ready for our respective days. I could feel it pressing against my back.
“Yeah, my wife has to go to work. No time to fool around. But I was hoping you’d have time?”
“Your wife sounds like a busy woman” I teased.
“Yeah, and a total slut. When she does have the time…”
“Well I’ll tell you what, I also have to go to work, but when I get home…” I giggled as I turned around towards him.
“Hmm…can you get it all the way down your throat? My wife can” he joked.
I gave him the finger and shook my head. “After work” I said, getting up on my toes to kiss him on the cheek. “And I’ll wear my old uniform.”
“There’s my All-Star” he said, giving me a kiss as I basked in his favorite pet name for me. We finished up our shower and I headed to work, parking in the campus’s lot and walking to the gym. It turns out being physically weaker than every other girl meant that you had to know the actual mechanics and tactics of volleyball better than anyone. And knowing that made you perfect for my new job…
“Hello, ladies. I’m Coach Samantha. Time for tryouts.”