16 comments/ 61364 views/ 78 favorites Being Sarah By: Alex_Lockheed Please note, this is a story about a male-to-female crossdresser. It includes themes of bisexuality, dominance/submission, embarrassing erections, anal play, cunnilingus and cum-eating. If you like that, awesome. If you don't maybe it's time to check another post. You can't say I haven't warned you ;) **** There are many difficult decisions I've had to make in my life. Deciding whether to confide in someone that I liked to crossdress was definitely one of them. In fact, "difficult" was an understatement, "agonizing" would be a more appropriate term. Especially when, in my case, the potential recipient of my little secret was someone as unpredictable and dangerous as my friend Abbey. As I sat next to her, the rational part of my brain told me that it would be a stupid idea to open up to her. She was too impulsive. Too reckless. Too oblivious to the consequences of her actions. Part of me knew that she wouldn't be able to keep her mouth shut. Another part of me half-suspected that she'd use the information against me if I ever got on the wrong side of her. However, I couldn't deny that part of me actually did want to tell her. My hidden self absolutely craved recognition. Added to that, I guess I wanted to prove to Abbey how interesting, unique and different I was. The latter was a stupid motive, but the desire to impress a beautiful, flirtatious and sexually-liberated young woman is one only the strongest men can resist. And back when I was eighteen, I definitely wasn't a strong man. **** Half an hour before, I sat alone in the seniors' common room at my high school. It was a hot day and I was dressed simply in a T-shirt and shorts. I was trying to work through a set of physics problems that were due in the next week, but I was getting distracted. As the sun had come out, so had the skimpy sun dresses. Out of the corner of my eye I couldn't help but stare at all the beautiful, smooth, female flesh on display. I was counting down the minutes until I could go home, creep into my room, and jerk my dick until I'd drained every last drop of cum from my balls. My level of distraction reached breaking point when I saw Abbey walk up to me. Almost the second she entered my vision, my breath caught in my throat. God damn she looked gorgeous--even more so than usual. Abbey was five-foot-six with long blonde hair, and the most wickedly beautiful face. It was the kind of face that suggests the owner is always up to mischief--which, in Abbey's case, was usually true. Her crystalline blue eyes sparkled as she strode towards me, and that big, beautiful smile of hers drilled its way directly to the pleasure centers of my brain. I could barely handle the visual stimulation as she pouted her full, soft lips in my direction. Abbey was never one to downplay her glamor, but as she walked towards me in a low-cut top and an eye-wateringly short skirt, I felt I could be finally be entering heaven, or perhaps blue-ball hell. Her legs passed over each other, one after the next. Long, toned and shimmering with a silky, youthful sheen: they were a veritable work of art. The slight outward curve of her hamstrings and the elegant contours of her calves simply reduced me to jelly. I could worship those legs all fucking day long. Her hips curved inwards towards her slim, taught waist-- and her torso was topped off with a set of naturally firm, round breasts. I was agog. My train of thought completely lost. "Hi gorgeous," she said, smiling and pulling out the chair beside me. "Whatcha doing?" "Just some physics problems," I replied, as she sat herself down next to me. "Got time for a chat?" she said, fluttering her eyelashes. "For you Abbey, I suppose," I said back, with a smile. "Do I even dare ask how your weekend was?" She bit her lip and smiled with her eyes. "Well I had quite the weekend," she enthused. "On Friday, I went to that new club in town, you know the one near the marketplace?" I nodded. "Well I went there with Maria and I met this absolutely gorgeous guy." She took a deep breath, looked at the ceiling, and fanned herself with her hand. "He was a Commando in the Royal Marines. He had a body to die for. He led me to the toilets and he fucked me right there. My God, I came so fucking hard. It made me horny for the entire weekend. I can still feel him inside me now." "So did you see him again?" I asked. "Alas, no," she sighed. "He was only in town for a day, so on Saturday I called up Jack, my ex, because I absolutely needed some more dick. I suggested we go skinny dipping, so we went walking to the lake, but I couldn't wait that long and his hands were all over me, so we just did it by the side of a farmer's field. I got my new dress all muddy, but it was worth it." "Then on Sunday you went to confession, and ended up fucking the priest?" I asked. She laughed. "No, on Sunday I just started chatting with guys online. There was this guy who had a foot fetish. He was begging me to show him my feet... so I did. Then he kept asking if he could come over and lick them. He was a hedge fund guy and lived in America, but he said he'd pay to fly over here. It was so weird. It was awesome teasing him though. I got him to jerk off his tiny, and I mean tiny, dick on camera. I laughed so fucking hard!" She sighed, before continuing, "I love just it when guys have little kinks, you can have so much fun with them." She paused for a second, then her eyes focused on me with a wicked glint. "I bet you've got some kinks John... It's always the smart guys like you who have dirty little secrets." I laughed. "Maybe," I said, off-hand. Abbey's eyes widened. "Oh you have got some haven't you. Oh come on John, tell me!" Oh crap, why hadn't I just said "no". I took a deep breath. "Maybe another day Abbey," I replied. "So you admit it!" she exclaimed, gleefully. "I can't wait, you have to tell me now!" She pressed her bare leg against mine. The sensation of her soft, delicious skin sent a surge of arousal through me. Every instinct in my male body told me to prepare for breeding. I could feel my face flush and my dick begin to engorge. Shit, shit, shit. But the torment didn't stop there. She leaned towards me, pressing her firm, round tits against my arm. Jesus Christ. "Tell me John, you know you want to... and it's only fair... I tell you everything." I couldn't fault her on that point. As my dick stiffened uncomfortably in my shorts, I looked around the room. There was nobody within earshot--but even so. "Look," she said, "it's not as if I'm going to be shocked, it's me for fuck's sake." I breathed heavily, not knowing what to say. Part of me desperately wanted to tell her. Part of me knew that telling her would be a very risky choice. The weight of the decision caused beads of sweat to appear at my temples. "Tell me, John," she demanded. "I bet it's good." Wracked with indecision, I opened my mouth, then closed it again. The words teetered for a second on the tip of my tongue, before being forcibly gulped back down my throat. But Abbey's sparkling blue eyes were still boring into me, coaxing my secret back up from the depths. "I..." I stammered, my voice losing all of its depth. "Yes?" she said, with a wicked grin on her face. "I... err... I like dressing as a girl." Abbey's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped in utter glee. Then she started to laugh. "Oh my God. You little sissy bitch!" she squealed in excitement. Her mouth hung open and she scanned me up and down. "Now I know why you grow your hair so long." My face started to burn deep red. She was right though. I did indeed let my mousy blonde hair grow long so I could look more like a girl when I wanted to. I'd told everyone I was going for the rock-star look, and since I played the guitar most people had believed me. "So do you dress up often?" "Yeah... every now and again." "Does that turn you you?" I gulped. This was another thing that it was really too risky to reveal. "Yeah... kinda." I squirmed in my seat as Abbey laughed at me. "You've got to show me," she yelped. "I bet you'd make such a cute girl!" And with those words, deep below my red-faced, squirming exterior, part of me glowed with pride. **** Before I get too far ahead of myself, it's probably worth me giving you a little insight into my life--both now and back when all this occurred. I've always had a pretty broad sexuality. I'm male, currently in my early-twenties and bisexual; and yes, I have been to bed with both men and woman. I've got a penchant for dominance and submission, again on both sides of the equation. Since I turned 18, I've been the Dom and I've been the sub, I've been spanked and been the spanker, I've teased and been the tease victim. And I like to crossdress. I guess you can say there is a lot of stuff that turns me on. I don't exactly identify as transsexual: I have no intention of undergoing any treatment to actually become a girl, and I do not believe I am a woman born into a man's body. For me it's a little more complex: I've always thought of myself as having two parts, perhaps even two similar but distinct personalities, one male and one female. Whilst the male personality generally comes to the fore, my alter-ego, Sarah, likes to come out and flirt every so often. And she likes being a girl with a dick, although she'd love the chance to be a girl with pussy on occasion too. I've often wished that I could change my body at the flick of a switch. Click--now I'm a girl. Click--now I'm a guy again. Click-- now I've got a pussy. Click--now I've got a dick. For as long as I can remember, going back to when I was very young, a certain portion of my dreams and fantasies involved me being Sarah. I stress that I don't mean all of my fantasies, in fact, not even the majority, but a substantial portion: let's say around 30%. Some were romantic, such as being swept away by a boy; some were just about going about my life as a girl; some were downright sexual, especially by the time I'd grown up. I guess I started as many guys do: I slipped into my sister's clothes when the house was empty--and felt that rush of excitement you get when you feel the delicious silky, feminine fabric against your skin. I shimmied into her slutty skirts, pulled her sexy stockings up my legs, and experimented with her make-up. I got away with it too: she was so untidy she never knew where half her stuff was to begin with. After some amateurish first attempts at feminizing myself, I began to read online about how to do it properly. I wanted to be as passable as possible, and as sexy as possible. Sarah was shy, but she wasn't a wallflower. Beneath her bashfulness she wanted to flirt and be desired. I soon graduated from pilfering my sister's clothes and make-up to buying my own. I needed outfits that fitted me better, and foundation that better blended with my own skin tone. I didn't want to risk ordering online as sometimes my parents "accidentally" open my packages and mail. So I simply went into town with my measurements and told the shop assistants I was on an errand for a friend. As time passed, little tips and tricks became second nature. I learned to use eyeliner to make my eyes look bigger. I learned to give myself a feminine hourglass figure with a thick belt around my waist. I learned to hide my Adam's apple using contouring make-up, wearing high collared tops, or wearing a slutty collar. Sarah loved that last one especially. I guess it helped that I'd never had a particularly masculine appearance. My face was oval shaped, my skin was clear, and I was slow to get facial hair. Even now it is nothing but slightly wispy, but when I was eighteen I was pretty much entirely hair-free. I am, and was, pretty skinny, which helps too, as body fat distributions can be a give-away to gender. Over many years I even grew my hair long. This was much to the derision of some of my male friends, but surprisingly, many girls liked it, even when I was my masculine self. Maybe some girls really did buy into my "rock-star" excuse. I got better and better until one day I looked in the mirror and was impressed that not only did I actually look like a girl, but I actually looked cute. Almost instantly I was consumed with excitement. As I winked and flirted with myself in the mirror, my dick got hard in my filthy little knickers. I couldn't help but run to my bed, tie my ankles together, jam a dildo in my mouth and masturbate until my dick was sore--fantasizing about being a cock-sucking slave girl. I writhed and moaned in ecstasy, then spurted multiple loads of cum all over my sheets. I'd experienced difficulties at first wearing heels, but with practice I got to the point where it was second nature. I could walk in them, dance in them, sway my hips in them. The most difficult part was sounding like a girl. I tried so many different voices, most of which sounded utterly ridiculous - until I read a tip that cross-dressers should try a different accent and see whether that worked. I searched YouTube for videos of girls with different regional accents and tried to mimic them. Eventually, I found one that I could I could do: a Scottish accent that was both realistic and feminine. From that moment Sarah became Scottish. Searching maps, I came across the small town of Burtisland in Fife. With a population of around six thousand I guessed that virtually nobody I'd meet would be from there. I did my research and it became my cover story if I needed it. Sarah's childhood summers were spent on the beach and at the annual summer fairground. She attended Burntisland Primary School, before moving on to Balwearie High School. That, of course, all happened before her family had moved to England last year, but she could still wax lyrical about the ancient Parish Church and Rossend Castle, two of the town's most important historic sites. Despite the cover story, I didn't think more than letting Sarah play around the house when my parents were out and my sister was off at university. She tied herself up, she spanked herself, she sucked her dildo cock. Sure, she fantasized about going out, being a little minx, teasing guys and having a dick plunged deep into her slutty ass--but it always seemed too risky to do it for real. And then came the incident with Abbey. Abbey never ceased to amaze me. We'd known each other since we started primary school. My miniature self had thought she was cute even then, but boy how she'd developed. We'd never had classes together until recently as she had always been in the school year above me. However, despite her being pretty smart, she had done very badly in her final exams--so she had decided to stay back a year and resit. At nineteen she was the oldest girl in the school. I have no doubt in my mind that the reason for her poor academic performance was her over-active sex life. Whenever she should have been studying, she was sucking, or fucking or engaging in some other act of decadent sexual depravity. I've never met anyone before or since who had a such a high sex drive--and she had no shortage hard, willing cocks to indulge her cravings. In the last few of years of high school, she had gone from cute to gorgeous. As I described earlier: flowing blonde hair, tight toned body, and long tanned legs. Mix that in with her utterly compulsive flirtatiousness, it is difficult to see how things could have worked out much differently. Sex was written in her stars. I was no stranger to her affections--not that I'd succumbed. I didn't really doubt that she would have fucked me if I were willing: she'd suggested we "go and have some fun" more than once--but I was too scared that I wouldn't meet her standards. I knew from her stories that she took a dim view of guys who didn't know how to please her and I was a virgin--at least of sorts. I'd never had sex with a girl. My only proper sexual experiences involved being fucked by a guy, and I wasn't sure that provided me with the training I needed to satisfy her. Nevertheless, between classes she'd come up to my desk, play with my hair, tell me I was cute, then proceed to regale me with stories of her sordid sex life. She'd fucked two of our teachers. One simply because she thought he was hot. One because she wanted a better grade. She'd told me about her back-alley sex, her favorite way to give blow jobs, and how one should properly take a cock in the ass. She told me about her dildos. She told me about her handcuffs. She told me about her experiences with other girls. I never tired of listening to her. It opened my eyes--and gave me a lot of images to masturbate to in the privacy of my own room. I was a moderately popular kid, but my friends were the really popular ones. I was the smart one, but just funny enough to get away with it without rubbing people up the wrong way. As a guy who circled in the popular crowd, I was on good terms with the popular (read: attractive) girls--of which Abbey was definitely one. However, our friendship extended a deeper than just associating in the same circles. I was also one of the few people she could open up to. Although I wasn't particularly sexually experienced, I was stridently liberal minded. I was genuinely interested in what she had to say--and listened to her without casting judgment or mockery. With me she had the perfect audience--and I think she liked the intellectual fire power I could bring to an argument if someone tried to make out that her lifestyle as morally wrong. Despite that, I wouldn't say I entirely trusted her, for as I mentioned, Abbey was dangerous. She liked to tease boys. She liked to get them hard in awkward places. She liked to make people squirm. She liked to make people go red. She liked to rate guys by their sexual prowess and dick size -- and she wasn't afraid of revealing who didn't measure up--all said with a wicked grin on her face. I can't say that I didn't jack myself off furiously to the thought of her humiliating me - and there was a fair chance she'd have delighted in doing just that If I'd asked - but my rational mind did not think that was best for my prestige or my future. As such, I'd played my cards incredibly close to my chest for a long time--but as you already know, I couldn't hold out forever. **** So let's get back to the meat of the story. The moment of pride induced when Abbey said that she thought I would make "a cute girl" was short lived. The next thing she said overwhelmed everything. "I'm going to tell Maria!" she exclaimed. Instantly my regret chip fired. "What? No. Abbey!" I seethed under my breath. "Come on, Maria won't mind. She's seen everything." Maria was Abbey's partner in crime, perhaps even her protege. They went out on the hunt together at weekends and they made quite a pairing. Abbey was about my height, but Maria was one of the tallest girls in school. She was also very pretty. She had been a bit of an ugly ducking when we first met six years ago--but she would definitely win the award for 'most improved' since then. She had pale creamy skin, thick, dark-brown hair, a light smattering of cute freckles, and a long lean body capped with generous round breasts. Maria had been the subject of a number of my fantasies too. "Abbey, please don't. I only told you because I trusted you'd keep it quiet," I begged, pathetically. My mind was going insane with worry, but my submissive side caused my dick to twitch involuntarily in my pants. "I promise I won't tell anyone else, but I have to tell her." She got up from her seat. I grabbed her wrist. "Abbey, NO!" "Let go or I'll shout it to the whole room," She looked at me sternly, like I'd committed a crime. I squirmed in my seat and let her go. I watched her skirt bounce against her firm little ass as she skipped away. Being Sarah Fuck. I shrank back into my seat. **** The next day I was once more sitting alone in the common room, shifting uneasily at my desk with my heart beating fast. I hadn't seen Abbey since the day before and the worry was killing me. This could be humiliating. Really humiliating. I wished that I'd dreamed the conversation from the day before. Unfortunately, I hadn't. Abbey and Maria approached me together. Two beautiful, confident girls vs one timid guy. They sat either side of me. I didn't know what to say. Maria reached over and started stroking my neck with her fingertips. My body jolted as the sensation fizzled through me. Both girls laughed. "So is it true that you like dressing as a girl?" Maria asked. My face started to heat up. The girls laughed again. I didn't say anything. "We won't tell anyone," Abbey soothed, starting to play with my hair. "Just admit again like you did yesterday." Hemmed in by two beautiful girls, my dick started to get hard all over again. I couldn't help it. They were too close and too hot. I took a deep breath. "Promise me you won't tell anyone. Absolutely anyone," I pleaded. "I promise," said Abbey. "Do you promise too?" I asked Maria. "Yeah... I promise," said Maria, with an evil glint in her eye that I didn't fully trust. What the hell was I getting myself into? My mind whirred. Should I say something? Did it make any difference at this point? I'd already let the cat out of the bag to Abbey--I might as well co-operate, lest I antagonize them. "Ok, yeah," I said. Both girls descended into fits of giggles. "I told you Maria," said Abbey, excitedly. "You totally have to show us," said Maria. "So will you let us see you dressed up?" said Abbey. "How?" I said. "My parents are always at home these days." "Come to mine on Friday," said Abbey. "My parents are away this week." I stared at Abbey--then at Maria--then back to Abbey. "Promise me again that this is just between us." "We promise," the girls giggled. "Ok," I said, "but I'll need to get changed at yours." "Fine," said Abbey, "come over at 7." **** After school on Friday, I shaved my legs as tight and as silky as possible. I shampooed and conditioned my hair. I moisturized my skin. I gave myself a spritz of my sister's perfume, and I set off with my make-up and my favorite clothes stuffed into a rucksack. I was so nervous that my legs were shaking. Part of me wanted to turn back. Another part of me knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for Sarah to come to life. When I arrived at Abbey's house, Maria was already there. They fussed over me as I entered the house. "You still look like a guy," Abbey said, "or at least as much of a guy as you usually do." "I haven't got changed yet!" I exclaimed. "Can I go to your bathroom to get ready?" "Sure," she said. "Up the stairs, then the second door on the left. This better be good." **** I locked the door behind me, stripped naked, and prepared for my transformation. My arms trembled, but as I slipped a deliciously sexy pair of knickers up my legs, I couldn't stop my dick from starting to swell. Sarah was beginning to take the reigns of my thoughts and actions--and she was very excited. After the knickers came a matching bra, subtly filled out with realistically-shaped silicone inserts. Then the dress: I'd picked out a little black dress that came high on the neck. The top half was tight-fitting and around my waist a thick belt pulled me into a feminine shape. At the bottom, the material was short and floaty, enhancing the appearance of an hour-glass figure and nicely showing off my bare legs. I slipped into a pair of kitten heels, then set about my make-up. A light layer of foundation, then some gentle blush to the apples of the cheeks: If you're young and smooth-skinned, this is all you really need. Too much make-up is as much a give-away as too little. I subtly enhanced my eyes, with a gentle eye-shadow on the upper lid, eye-liner around the edges and touch of mascara on my lashes. Finally, I added an understated lip gloss and I was done. I nervously gave myself a wink and a twirl in the mirror. I was no longer John. I was Sarah. I packed myself a little handbag with my make-up supplies and other necessities, took a deep breath and left the room. My muscles screamed with tension, so much that I could barely walk straight. I could hear Abbey and Maria larking about downstairs. As I nervously descended to meet them, I managed to find my voice. "Hi guys, I'm Sarah!" I said. The girls looked up at me and squealed in excitement, jumping around and clapping their hands. "You're a girl!" Abbey yelped. "You're actually a girl!" "And you're Scottish!" Maria cried. "Aye, just a wee young lass," I said, hamming it up a little more than I usually would. "Oh my fucking God!" Abbey said. She got up on to the sofa and bounced. "John, I actually think you're a girl!" "Who's John?" I asked, with a little smile. "I told you already, I'm Sarah." I reached the bottom of the stairs and did a little twirl. Abbey ran towards me and hugged me. Maria followed suit. I wanted to cry out in happiness. "Wow, your tits look good," Abbey said, squeezing my chest. "And they feel kinda real. Are those inserts?" "Yeah, I'm a little flat chested." "I'm going to take a photo," Maria exclaimed. "NO!" I shouted, aggressively. For the first time ever, and probably the last time too, I saw Maria back down. I guess my uncharacteristic defiance had temporarily stunned her. "Ok, but we can't just waste you like this," Abbey said, breaking the silence. "You're so realistic, we've got to do something." "Let's go clubbing," Maria suggested. "No way! People from school will be there." I objected. "And what if someone notices?" "Then we'll go to Nottingham, there are loads of good clubs there," Maria said, "and I don't think anyone's going to notice, you look more like a girl that some of the real girls we know." I couldn't help but glow a little at the compliment. And Nottingham seemed a sensible choice. It was the next major town over, about 40 miles away. It wasn't so far away that getting there would be overly arduous, and Maria was right, nobody from school would be there as they had perfectly good bars and clubs much closer. I breathed heavily. Could that actually work? Could we go out together whilst I was dressed as a girl? I wanted to do it so badly, but I was consumed by nerves. "OK," I said, "yeah... I guess that could work. But won't it cost loads to get there?" "It's OK, I'll pay for the taxi," Abbey said. I knew her parents were rich. I guessed the journey would be peanuts for her. "Err... OK then," I said. The girls clapped in excitement. "This is going to be awesome!" Abbey exclaimed. **** As Abbey and Maria readied themselves upstairs, I stood in the living room in my little dress. I kept looking at myself in the mirror on the other side of the room--examining my face and body in from different angles. Yeah--I'd done a good job. I was looking very cute and girly. I rubbed my smooth legs against each other and rehearsed my coquettish smile. Through the nerves, little pangs of excitement shot through me. Would people think I was hot? Would people want to flirt with me? Would someone give me their number? That thought made my stomach flutter. Eventually, Abbey and Maria came back down. Abbey was wearing a tiny little clubbing dress. It was pink and clung to her gorgeous body--encasing her tits, curving in with her waist, and cupping her tight, round ass. It showed off every inch of her beauty and perfectly complimented her smooth, tanned skin. Maria, without access to fresh clothes, had simply straightened her hair and redone her make-up; but she still looked stunning in the little fitted shirt and skin-tight jeans that she had arrived in. Both of them looked gorgeous. I hoped that I could compete. Abbey had ordered the taxi a little earlier. My eyes kept looking out the window, waiting for it to arrive. It would be my first proper test. Sure I'd revealed myself to Abbey and Maria, but they knew what was going on. The driver would be oblivious to the background. Would the he notice that I was a boy? Or would he just accept me as a girl? Soon enough, we saw the car pull up outside Abbey's house and we scurried out towards it, clicking along the driveway in our heels, with our little handbags slung over our shoulders. My heart was beating fast. "So you ladies want taking to Nottingham?" the driver asked. "Yeah," said Abbey, "City Center please." Abbey and Lucy bundled into the back of the car, and closed the door behind them. I looked at them with pleading eyes, but I could tell that they weren't going to let me sit next to them. They wanted me to sit next to the driver. With my face glowing pink, I opened the front door on the passenger side and slunk into the seat. I checked my appearance quickly in the wing mirror, smoothed down my dress and clipped in my seat belt. "So are you girls off on a night out?" The taxi driver looked at me and winked, his eyes roving from my legs to my chest. "Yeah, we're off clubbing," I said, nervously. In the mirror, I could see Abbey and Maria grinning at me. "So you're from Scotland?" he said. "Yeah, I lived in Fife until last year." "Nice, where about?" "Oh just a wee village called Buntisland," I replied. "Cool, my brother comes from there," said the driver excitedly. "I bet he's only a few years older than you. What's your name, I'll ask him about it?" "Sarah McCullough," I answered, my throat going dry. In the mirror, I could see Abbey descending into fits of giggles. Maria was much the same. "McCullough. I'll have to remember to ask him about that." Jesus Christ. Fortunately, the grilling stopped, and we careered along the M1 in silence. On arrival, Abbey paid the driver. "Have a good night girls," he said, leering at us one by one, as if storing the images for later. Despite not finding him in the least bit attractive, I couldn't help but feel aroused. I was being looked at as if I was a girl: a sexy, attractive girl--and that was enough to excite me. "Byeee," we cooed back. I smiled and waved. He honked his horn as he drove off. **** The streets thronged with people. Nottingham is a university town and has a very lively night-life. Groups of guys and girls filled the street. The air was thick with anticipation. We approached one of the first bars we saw. There were bouncers on the door. I gulped. "Abbey," I whispered. "What if I get asked for ID?" I was eighteen, the legal drinking age, so it wouldn't usually have been a problem. The issue was my provisional driving license said "John Stevens" not "Sarah McCullough". I didn't exactly want to reveal to a couple of meat heads that I was secretly packing a cock. "You won't, just smile at him and walk through, they virtually never check girls." Her verbal reassurance didn't dilute my nervousness. Yeah, sure girls get an easier ride than guys, but I've definitely seen plenty of girls get asked for ID in my time, even hot ones. As I walked towards the two big men, my muscles became tighter and tighter. "Hi guys," Abbey said. She grinned as she approached them, giving them a little wave with her hands. "Hi ladies," the guys said, with nodding whilst staring at our bodies. I gulped as we all scurried past them. I dared not look round. **** We got ourselves some drinks and found a table near the corner. I usually drank cider, but right then a gin and tonic seemed far more appropriate. It tasted surprisingly good. "So tell me," Maria said, "do you like guys or girls?" "Both," I answered, honestly. "Have you, you know, done it with a both?" "Yeah," I lied. As I mentioned earlier, up to that point, I'd only done it with a guy, but I couldn't face admitting that I was a virgin with girls. "Were you the giver or receiver?" asked Abbey. I went red. "You were the receiver weren't you," she exclaimed. "You little fucking slut!" The girls both laughed. I squirmed in embarrassment. "Slutty Sarah likes taking it in the ass!" she teased. She pressed herself against me. Her silky bare leg touched mine. Then she whispered in my ear, "Little. Submissive. Bitch." I felt my dick begin to swell in my knickers as the combination of her body and her goading got to me. "I'm gonna find a big strong guy to fuck you," she continued. "He'll push his dick into your slutty ass and pump you with so much fucking cum it will be coming out of your eyeballs. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I choked. "Yeah, maybe, not tonight though. Some guys would kill me if they found out I wasn't a real girl." "Yeah, I know, not tonight, but I bet I know someone I could ask who'd be more than willing to fuck a special girl like you." My dick got harder and harder. I began to panic. There was a bulge starting to show in my dress. I grabbed my handbag and placed it across my lap and leaned forward to hide my erection. Both girls could tell what was happening to me, and their grins grew ever wider. "Oh we are going to have so much fun with you," Maria said with a laugh. I fidgeted, trying to fill my mind with non-erotic imagery. "You better be a good girl for us," Abbey said, "or we are just going to make you suffer all fucking night." "I think the next drinks round is on you Sarah," Maria said. I laughed hoping it was a joke. We'd all just bought our own drinks on the previous round. Maria and Abbey both looked at me with grins on their faces. "We're not joking," Abbey said, running her fingertips up my bare leg. I cock went fully rigid. "OK, OK," I said. "Just stop teasing me, or I won't be able to stand up to do anything." Maria bent towards me and started nibbling my ear. "Young lady, we make the demands tonight, not you," she whispered. Fortunately, they didn't force me to stand up until I had calmed down, but that took a good half-hour. **** Later that evening we stood in line for a club, the three of us were sandwiched between two groups of guys. The group in front seemed shy and nerdy. The group who approached behind us, however, were a bit more boisterous. "Ladies, ladies, ladies," said a tall, well-built guy as he sauntered up to us. "Looking good!" He grinned, his body language oozing an upbeat confidence. I looked at his arms bulging through his shirt. I couldn't help but bite my lip. "Thanks," I said shyly, then stroked my hair. The other girls laughed at me. "You little flirt," teased, Abbey under her breath. I blushed. The guy looked me up and down, then smiled, clearly liking what he saw. "Nice dress. Give us a twirl." He took my hand in his and expertly spun me around. The other guys in the group cheered. I gulped, suddenly feeling very feminine. He continued to hold my hand. My heart started beating faster. "Why don't you introduce us to your friends?" he asked. "OK, err... I'm Sarah," I said, "Err, this is Abbey, and this is Maria." "Hey," Abbey and Maria replied, but they weren't looking at him, they were looking at me. "So you're from bonnie Scotland?" the guy asked, badly mimicking a Scottish accent. "Ever tossed a caber?" The group of guys laughed. So did the two girls. "Oh ha-ha," I said, grinning. "Not everybody in Scotland plays the highland games." "Only teasing, love," he said, pulling me in for an embrace. As I felt his muscular body press against mine, I felt my dick start to stir. "I know a wee girl like you isn't strong enough to toss a caber yet." his hands grasped my upper arms and compressed my flesh. "I'll just have to let you practice with mine." Everyone laughed. I panted -- imagining myself with his stiff dick in my hands-- --or in my mouth-- --or in my ass. Then I remembered myself. I took a step back and grasped my handbag in front of my crotch. I begged my dick to stop its uncomfortable ascent in my knickers. The guy looked at me quizzically, probably because of the sudden change in my reactions to him. Abbey came to my aid. She leaned over to the guy. "I think Sarah has just remembered that she's got a boyfriend," she said. "Ah," he grinned, looking straight at me, "well I guess he can make the bed for us in the morning." Then he winked. My mouth dropped. Oh Jesus, the thought of him fucking me was overwhelming. Beneath my handbag my dick strained against its lacy prison. "Some of us, however," Abbey said, "aren't so encumbered." "Oh really?" he said. And Abbey began to do what she was best at: flirting. The guy seemed more than happy to engage with her. "Thank you," I whispered into her ear as we entered the club. She flashed me a wicked grin, "You're ours tonight, not his." **** Later that evening, the three of us girls were huddled in a secluded alcove in the club. A curved sofa ran along the wall and a little table perched in the middle. My breath was quick. I'd experienced a few new things that evening: dressing as a girl in public, being looked at and admired, being chatted up by a hot guy. I was still in a state of giddy excitement. People thought I was cute. People wanted to flirt with me. People wanted to fuck me. I needed to masturbate, or get some kind of relief. My cock was swelling at the slightest stimulation. I sat in the middle, Abbey on one side, Maria on the other. "OK, so I get that you like guys and girls," Abbey said, "but which do you like most?" "I'm not sure. Both equally, I guess." "I think you like guys more," she said. "You were totally drooling over that guy we met outside." I took a deep breath remembering him. "He was cute, but girls can have the same effect on me." "What about us?" she asked. "Do we have that effect on you." I paused, trying to find the right words. Yes, of course they fucking did. Both of them. "I think you're both very beautiful," I said. "Oh do you?" Abbey beamed. "Then why haven't you tried to fuck me?" I gulped. I couldn't think of a good lie, so honesty won, at least a partial honesty. "Oh, you'll have slept with people much better than me. I don't know if I could satisfy someone like you. I wouldn't stand out from the crowd. I know you've slept with some guys who are really good in bed." "I haven't slept with a sissy girl," she grinned. I looked at her as she grinned at me. Her little pink dress clung to her tight, nineteen year old body. I took a deep breath. "I could never work you out," she continued, "you were always staring at me, especially my legs. But whenever I offered anything to you, you just turned me down. Now I see you were just a scared little bitch." My face began to go red. Her grin didn't fade. "Don't worry sissy girl," she said, "you don't need to know how to excite me. I know exactly how to enjoy myself when I've got someone to torment." She swung her legs round and draped them across my lap. "So you like my legs then?" She stared at me, biting her lip. I gulped again, as her firm flesh pressed down on my dick. "You... err... have very sexy legs," I stammered. "I know," she said, beginning to rub her shapely calves directly over my crotch, "guys can't resist them." "Abbey," I said, "don't do this, not here." My cock began to swell. I could feel it getting harder and harder, creating a tent in my knickers and my dress. Abbey didn't stop teasing. Her satin skin slid back and forth over my straining erection. Wave after wave of excitement flooded through me. "Do you jerk yourself off thinking about me?" I panted. Of course I did. All the fucking time. I nodded in embarrassment. Being Sarah "Do you jerk yourself off thinking about me in all my short skirts and dresses?" "Abbey, Jesus Christ, just stop. We're in a club!" Abbey showed no intention of stopping. I clenched my teeth and threw my head back. "Do you blow your load wishing you could worship my legs?" she said, clearly enjoying herself. "Are you going to blow your load right here?" My breathing was ragged. Each little motion of her calves sent a throb of maddening pleasure through my cock. I wouldn't be able to hold out for long. I could feel the pressure building, desperate for release. "Abbey, stop it. I'm gonna cum." "Poor girl," Abbey cooed. "Are you gonna fill your knickers with sperm?" I was near the edge. My fists bunched. My eyes screwed closed. "Seriously, Abbey, stop." I was going to cum. I was seconds away from it. It was inevitable. I started to panic, trying to rise from the seat, but her legs just pinned me to the spot. "Abbey stop! Please!" I said, panting and wheezing. "Ok," she said with a giggle, then removed her legs. My eyes flicked open. My jaw hung agape. I looked at Abbey as she laughed. Then I looked at my dick straining. I wailed in frustration. I was right on the fucking edge. "What the fuck?" I gasped. "I thought you wanted me to stop?" "I did... but... oh God... I can't even think!" My dick twitched, begging for more stimulation. It was unbearable. A little wet spot glistened on my dress where my pre-cum was leaking through. "Hey Maria," Abbey said, "fancy going for a dance?" "Sure," Maria said. "Abbey... seriously... you can't leave me like this." "Bye babe," she said with a grin. "See ya later." I watched her as he got up and walked away: my eyes glued to her little waist, her firm ass, and her long bare legs. I whimpered in my seat, horny and alone. **** I grabbed my handbag and clutched it to my groin. Was my erection ever going to go down? I rocked back and forth in my seat, hyperventilating. I could see Abbey and Maria on the dance floor, dancing sexily next to a column supporting the ceiling. I could barely stand watching them, but my eyes couldn't look away. Their gorgeous bodies snaked and gyrated setting my hormones aflame. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to leave--ideally to a bed with those two girls in it. I'd do whatever they wanted. And it needed to happen that very second. I checked that nobody was watching me, slipped my hand under my dress and tucked my dick under the elastic of my knickers. Held secure like that, I guessed that it wouldn't make such a large bulge if I stood up. I often did the same thing with my belt when wearing my usual guy-wear and it usually worked. I stood to my feet, but kept my handbag in front of my swollen, aching cock. Then I scurried over to the girls. "Abbey, please can we go?" I begged. "I can't stand this." "But the night is young," she said with a grin, getting up close to me. "Just dance with us," Maria purred in my ear. "Please, you can do anything you like to me, we just need to go!" "Oh, I can do anything I like to you, can I?" Abbey giggled. "I'll remember that!" Maria pressed her tits against my back. Another dribble of pre-cum spilled from the tip of my dick. "Maybe we want to have some fun with you here," she cooed over my shoulder. She hooked her arms through my elbows and held tight, pinning my arms behind my back. I tried to pull away, but she was too strong. The male part of me felt the pang of humiliation that comes with being beaten in a strength competition by a girl. I could no longer reach to cover my groin with the handbag, no matter how hard I strained. "Maria, let me go! People are going to see the bulge!" I hissed. "Why don't you dance for him Abbey?" she suggested. "Oh God, no!" I cried. "People are gonna see, girls, please can we just go?" Abbey stood in front of me, then ran her hands over her thighs, then up her waist, over her firm tits, then through her blonde hair. She fixed me with the biggest grin and slunk towards me. My body started to shake. She reached down and touched my thighs with her fingertips, then raked them upwards. I shuddered and wailed as little electric shocks of sensation fired through me. Then she turned and rubbed her ass against my dick. Moans left my lips as she started to grind on me. "There," she purred. "See, you're dick is all hidden under my ass." "Abbey... I'm going to cum... let's just go home... you can do whatever you like to me there... just don't do it here!" She continued circling her firm, nineteen year old flesh against my straining cock. I was going to cum. I knew it. "You're my little bitch," she said, "and I can do what I want!" Every circle of her ass sent a pulse of overwhelming bliss through my body, dragging me closer and closer to orgasm. "Oh God," I cried. "Oh God... Oh God... Oh God!" She looked over her shoulder at me, staring at me with the sexiest, most evil look I had ever seen. I twisted and writhed to free myself. My muscles tensed and strained. But it was no use. Maria was too strong. "Fucking hell!" I seethed. "I'm gonna..." My words cut short. I felt a surge of semen rush up my dick, then powerfully erupt from the tip. I felt big ropes of cum spurt out onto my body inside the dress. Once, twice, three times. My knees gave way and I flailed pathetically, but Maria held me firm. Abbey laughed wickedly and milked me with her ass. Seemingly endless contractions gripped my cock, eking ever more juice from my loins. My body was ruined, utterly ruined. Eventually, Maria let me go. I stumbled, trying to retain my footing. My dress was covered in shimmering wet spots. My mind was gone. My mouth hung agape. My hands shot in front of me, once again covering my still-twitching dick with my handbag. "Ok, we can go now," Abbey giggled. **** My dick sagged back into my knickers as Abbey and Maria led me out of the club. People gave me funny looks, but nobody made a comment. Maybe they just thought I was drunk and I'd spilled my drink--not that I was a stunned sexual wreck, coated with my own cum. I remember little of what happened next. My heart was beating too fast. I thought I was going to pass out. I can just about recollect that we found a taxi kiosk and ordered a journey home. It was not long before we were on our way. This time, our ride was a big people-carrier, with ample room in the back. The three of us sat on that back seat - with me in the middle. "We are going to ruin you when we get home," Abbey goaded. I just sat there panting. "Yeah, we're going to put something in your ass," Maria laughed. "You're going to be our whore for the evening." They pressed their bodies against me and I started to get hard all over again. Yet again, I gripped my handbag and hid my shame. Tears leaked from my eyes. I wanted to scream. "Please go easy," I begged. "I'm losing my fucking mind!" "We're not going to go easy," Abbey giggled, "you said we could do anything we wanted." **** By the time we arrived in Abbey's living room, I was falling apart. They ordered me to take off my knickers. Sheepishly, I complied. Then they confiscated my handbag. Then they made me stand in front of the sofa with my hands on my head. I whimpered as I stood there, my desperate cock jutting out through the fabric of the dress. I felt the tiniest of draft of air waft through the room and snake its way up my legs, all the way to my balls. "Don't move," Abbey ordered. And the girls ran upstairs, leaving me trembling. After much laughing and shrieking, they returned with a bag that appeared to be filled with equipment. I had no idea what was in it, but I was terrified. I could only imagine the wicked array of toys that someone like Abbey would possess. Were they really going to put something in my ass? Abbey and Maria sat on the sofa in front of me. Their gorgeous bodies on full display. Dear God, I wanted to touch them, run my hands over them, fuck them. But all I could do was stand there with my erection straining towards them. Abbey extracted a leather crop from the bag. My eyes widened. "Get down on your hands and knees," she ordered. "Abbey!" I exclaimed in protest. She slapped my thigh with the crop. I yelped, then sank to the floor. My cock twitched involuntarily in submission. "I'm horny," Abbey declared, "you've already had an orgasm, so it's a bit inconsiderate of you not to think of me." I panted. What was she going to ask me to do? "Have you ever licked pussy before?" she asked. I was considering whether to lie, but I thought better of it. If my technique was woefully poor she'd soon discover my deceit. I shook my head. "Then I'll educate you," she said. She hiked her dress up and parted her beautiful legs to reveal a pair of red panties. A damp spot glistened on the front. She reached down and pulled her panties down her legs, putting her wet, bald pussy on display. It was the first pussy I'd ever seen in the flesh. I could see her engorged clit; her dark-pink outer lips--swollen with excitement; her thick inner lips that shimmered with juice; and the hint of her delicious slit, beneath the folds. I panted. Jesus Christ. Was this actually happening? "Crawl forward little slut," she said, slapping me across my back with the crop. I complied instantly, bringing my face towards her crotch. The smell of her pussy entered my nostrils. I almost passed out with lust. My body started to shake all over again. "The first rule of pussy licking is that you start slow," she said. "Now, get your head real close, and lick along the creases between my crotch and my legs." I moved forward and traced my tongue along the crease. First on one side, then on the other. "Mmm, nice," Abbey said. "Now I want you to lick me slowly all along my pussy, from bottom to top." I moved forward and licked from base to top. As my tongue moved, it became coated with her sweet primal juices. It was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted. "Mmm," she groaned, "yes, just like that, good girl." "Now push your tongue inside me, just here," she said, pointing towards her wet slit. I pressed my tongue forward, entering her. I slowly licked around, extracting a groan of pleasure from her lips. It felt so warm, slick and velvety. I pushed my tongue in and out of her, and her breathing became quick. "Now gently suck on my lips... please no teeth... just use your lips." I complied, sucking her beautiful flaps of skin into my mouth, one after the other. She wailed in pleasure. "Oh my God, yes!" she cried. "That's it!" "Now lightly flick your tongue up and down my clit," she said, pointing to her hard little nub. I licked and I felt her body tense. "Yes. Oh God. Just there," she moaned. And I lapped away. She grabbed my head and drew me closer. "Lick me slave girl. Just keep on licking me!" She ground her crotch aggressively towards me, smearing my features with juices. I kept on licking as she rode my face. I desperately wanted to reach around and jerk my dick. I needed to get myself off, but I didn't dare do anything that would incur her wrath. I just licked and suffered in desperation. Abbey's gyrations became harder. I could feel her body begin to tense. "Don't stop slut," she rasped. "Just keep on fucking going!" Then her words descended into deep moans of pleasure. She was going to cum. For the first time in my life I was actually going to make a girl cum. "Fuuccckkk!" she cried. Then she started to shudder. I felt the contractions of pleasure hammer through her. She roared in exhilaration, but I kept on going. "That's a good little slut!" she moaned. "Very. Good. Little. Slut." She continued to milk the after-shocks out of herself, using my mouth and face. Then eventually, she pushed my head away, and slumped back into the sofa with a huge grin plastered over her features. "Oh you're going to service me like that again," she said, between her panting breaths. "That was so hot," said Maria. I'd almost forgot she was there. "Now it's my turn." I gulped. I was going to get to taste her as well? I stayed on the floor on my hands and knees as Maria rose to her feet, then peeled her tight jeans down her legs. I was captivated by the creamy smoothness of her skin. She pulled her knickers down too, revealing her delicate pink pussy. Lighter than Abbey's, but just as beautiful. She too was shaved and smooth. She lay down on the floor beside me, grabbed a cushion and put it under her head. "I like it differently," she said, "and you're gonna do me just how *I* want it." I nodded. "First of all, just crawl between my legs and do what you did to Abbey." I shifted my body to face her, bent down, and licked along the creases between her crotch and thighs - then lapped long and slow, up and down her pussy. Maria exhaled in pleasure. Then I slipped my tongue into her wet little slit. "Shit. That feels good!" she moaned. Then I sucked her lips gently into my mouth. "Good girl," she gasped. "That's right." Then she made her next demands. "Crawl round to the side of me," she said, "so you can lick across my pussy. Across, not up and down." I complied, eager to do all I could to please the beautiful girl next to me. I crawled next to her, my body ninety degrees to hers. "Use one hand to spread my lips, so you can get to my clit," she ordered. I used the fingers of one hand and spread her gently. Her hips started to gyrate, grinding up into thin air in anticipation. "Now slowly lick across my clit." I licked. Then again. Then again. "A little lower," she ordered. I shuffled my body, then licked a little lower. At that, she let out a groan of pleasure. "Yeah, that's the spot. Just keep doing it right there!" "Good girl," Abbey said, bending down towards me. "You're good at taking orders aren't you!" I nodded as I licked. "Now slowly slip your middle finger inside me, palm facing up," said Maria. I took my middle finger and gently coated it in her juices for lubrication, then I gradually pushed inside her. She trembled. "Now as you lick, do a come-hither motion with your fingers." I complied. "God yes," she moaned. "Yes... that's right... keep doing that!" As I licked and fingered her wet pussy, her breathing became ragged. I couldn't help but moan myself. My dick was about to burst. The urge to jerk was un-ignorably intense. Maria's hips bucked into me in time with my licks. "Yes!" she seethed. "Yes... make me cum... make me cum... bitch." Her hand slapped down on my head and pushed me down closer. I licked and licked and licked. "Yes... yes... yes..." she screamed. Her back started to arch. I sensed she was close. Her hands balled into fists. And then she came, with her body trembling all over the floor. A little squirt of juices ejected itself from her pussy. I watched her, on my hands and knees, as my cock dripped in need between my legs. As Maria came down from her high, Abbey resumed her goading. "You're a good little pussy-licker now," she declared. "We're just going to use you to get off whenever we want!" I looked up at her with pleading eyes. "Can I cum too please?" I begged. "I'm so fucking horny..." Abbey flashed me another one of her grins. "Perhaps," she said. "Do you cum when you get fucked in the ass?" My eyes widened. Oh God. Is that what they were going to do? I nodded. Yes I had cum when I'd been fucked in the ass. I'd cum very hard. It was a feeling like no other. The thought of being fucked again made me feel dirty, submissive and insanely horny. Abbey leaned over to her bag once more and extracted not one, but two, strap-on dildos. "You said you'd do anything for us, remember?" she said. "This what we want." She stood up and slid the harness up her legs and strapped it firm. A big, angry looking black dick protruded towards me. To the side of me, I saw Maria getting to her feet, grabbing the other strap-on and doing the same. Her face was plastered with post-orgasmic bliss. Both girls looked at me with wicked, hungry eyes. "You take her ass," Abbey said to Maria, "I want to fuck her pretty little face." Abbey walked in front of me, knelt down and pointed her black rubber cock towards my face. "Now I want you to suck," she ordered. I crawled forward, opened my mouth and slid my lips around the cock. My own dick twitched, as fresh waves of arousal surged through my veins. "Good girl," Abbey cooed. "Suck it nice and good." My mouth slid back and forth along the shaft and my balls tightened. I was going to cum again. I just knew it. "Now look up at me," she demanded. My eyes strained up, and I saw Abbey's stunning face, grinning down at me. Pre-cum leaked once more from my dick. "Lube her up, Maria." My mouth moaned around Abbey's dick, as Maria lifted up my dress. Then I moaned even louder, as I felt the cold sliminess of the lube rub around my asshole, then right up inside my rectum. "You are going to moan so fucking bad," Abbey exclaimed with glee. "I bet you want this though, don't you?" I nodded, my lips still wrapped around her artificial dick. "I want you to say it," Abbey demanded. I slid my mouth off the dick. "I want to be fucked," I said. "Louder!" Abbey demanded. "I want to be fucked!" I cried. "Tell Maria to please take your slutty little ass!" "Please Maria... take my slutty little ass. I need it!" I moaned. "Go on Maria, give this whore the fucking that she wants!" I took a sharp intake of breath as I felt the tip of Maria's shaft press against my anus. She pushed forward slowly and the cock slid its way inside me. Tears leaked from my eyes as my asshole expanded, but my dick twitched once more as I felt the Maria's intruder ease over my prostate. She started to thrust back and forth. At first slowly. Then faster. Waves of pain and pleasure flooded through my body. My dick strained into thin air, unbearably rigid and drooling pre-cum. "Open your mouth," Abbey demanded. I complied, then Abbey started to fuck my face--ramming her cock in and out of my mouth. I grunted and moaned in utter submission. "I think this slut likes being spit-roasted," Abbey exclaimed, "look at her fucking moaning! She likes taking two big cocks like a filthy little whore." "Do you like this Sarah?" Maria asked from behind. "Do you like being our bitch?" I emitted an involuntary, muffled scream as they violated me. My dick started to twitch hard and fast. It was going to explode. I clenched my fists. "Spank her, Maria." I squealed as a strong hand slapped down onto my ass. "Harder," Abbey demanded. Another smack juddered through me. My ass stung. I was about to lose it. I no longer had any control over my mind or body. Everything was sensation, all consuming, over-powering sensation. "I think she's about to cum," Abbey said, looking down at me. "Are you gonna cum little bitch?" Maria cried. "Are going to blow your load?" I moaned loudly as I felt the rush. Sperm flooded along my shaft and spurted from the end. I roared in pleasure. Rope after rope of cum ejected itself onto the floor. My body spasmed and my arms and legs collapsed from under me. Maria and Abbey withdrew their cocks and I shuddered on the floor unable to move. "Oh God, that was hot!" Abbey squealed. "Did you enjoy that, bitch?" she continued, whilst grabbing my hair with one hand and her crop with the other. I nodded, my muscles like jelly. My cock still pulsing in ecstasy, spurting ever smaller globs of cum from the tip--onto the floor and onto my dress. Abbey wasn't going to let me just lounge on the carpet though. She pulled my hair more firmly, dragging me back up onto my knees.