Roberta Slut by Yankee Dan

A gay adult story: Roberta Slut by Yankee Dan ,

This is fiction BUT it is heavily based on a true story so I want to thank Roberta for sharing their story with me. This story focuses on a sissy / tranny having sex with older men, another teen male, and bisexual group sex. Enjoy!

‘For a good time, call 445-849-2345’

The line was written on the outside of a locker in the gym’s shower. I licked my finger and tried to rub it off, but I was getting nowhere fast. At least this one didn’t have the additional info ‘That’s Robert’s MOM LOL’ written under it. I sighed dejectedly because I knew I’d hear this joked about every day after gym now.

“You okay over there?” a voice spoke.

It was Mark. I saw him approaching as I glanced at the sound. Mark is huge. Too big for a wide receiver from what the other guys on the team tell me, but he is such a natural athlete it didn’t stop him from being one of the school’s star players.

His size wasn’t only due to being held back a year, which allowed me to catch up with him back in fourth grade, but due to his obsessive weightlifting and eating like 4,000 calories every day. He was almost a foot taller than me as well, so when he walked up to the locker and inspected it, I naturally shrank back.

He saw the source of my frustration, “Well aren’t you glad you guys moved back?” He laughed trying to downplay it. When I didn’t perk up he said, “We’ll get some rubbing alcohol tomorrow and get rid of it okay?” He put his arm over my shoulder, leading me away.

“Okay,” I whispered. My mom had tried moving us last year, in an attempt to stop the bullying and get away from her reputation. Hopeless though, because she quickly reestablished it, and without a friend in the new school we both found that town somehow less inviting than our small-town home.

At least here I had Mark. I’d met him in fourth grade and helped him with his schoolwork for years, so that by the time we were old enough for my frail, thin frame, and soft girlish features to make me the object of ridicule he had already become the lion to my mouse (this is not to say that Mark was stupid, just disinterested). He was so popular among the sports teams that the football team and cheerleaders left me completely alone. Unfortunately, his influence ended there and if he wasn’t around, I had to be wary of the rest of the student body.

‘Faggot!’ Was constantly scrawled on anything I left unattended. The kids who didn’t directly fuck with me still knew my mom was the town whore and would do their laughing behind my back.

“Did you get accepted?” Mark asked.

“I, ah, haven’t gotten a letter back.”

Mark nodded, “Well I got accepted so I’m sure yours is coming, you have way better academic stats.”

But not sports stats, I thought.

We parted ways to climb on our respective buses, and I shrank down into my seat in the back, trying to hide. Not hard when you’re 110 pounds, eh, 120. I actually have gained a few pounds lately. I had been inspecting myself in the gym’s mirror over the last few days, confused because my stomach hadn’t grown at all. It was then that I realized, embarrassingly, that I had gained the weight in my hips.

“What the fuck?” I had whispered to myself. Men are supposed to get fat tummies before butts, or so I’d thought. At least it wasn’t very noticeable if I wore loose clothing.

When I arrived home there was a familiar car in my driveway, Mr. Hayden’s. I crept in softly, not wanting to interrupt what was probably going on. Mr. Hayden had a strange personality. I was never sure if he was pissed or joking and given his muscular build I didn’t want to risk finding out what his reaction to my intrusion on his time with my mother would be.

I could hear them as I walked down the hallway to my room. They had left the door wide open. I wondered if my mother did this intentionally, for it was common, and she knew I’d be home before they were done, or she should have. The sound of the bed creaking echoed out of her room and towards me.

“Stop squirming bitch.” Hayden’s deep voice.

“Uugh hoooow, you, yyyooure too fuc-fucking bah, big!”

Was she putting on? I felt like she must be, because how could she have any difficulty taking a cock? That would be like me having trouble finding the bus stop outside the house.

I heard both of them grunting and I couldn’t resist peeking. Hayden had my mother folded almost in half and was driving into her from above, her small body (I realized I now weighed more than her) quaking. Her long black hair spilled off the side of the bed, and her features looked very Asian in that moment. I wondered again who my unknown grandfather was. Her mother had been a whore as well I suspected, though mom never said so, for she didn’t know who her father was, just like I didn’t know mine.

“You had an orgasm yet slut?”

“Umm, you can’t tell?” my mother replied, grabbing her legs to try to steady them.

“How many bitch?”

“Uuugghh, I’ve had… four, fuck yeeess.”

“Good cause I can’t hold this shit anymore. Time for you to take my load.”

“Oh, wait… just two more minutes!”

Hayden laughed, “Shut up, you goddamn whore… hmmm, shit yeah take it.”

I saw Hayden’s thrust become less measured, and on the final one he held himself, groin pressing onto my mother, and ground against her. I saw her toes curling as he did this, and thankfully she shut her eyes, biting her lip as her head turned towards the door I now watched from. She worked her hips from under him, pulling a bit more pleasure from his sensitive cock.

“Fiivvveee.” She moaned, twitching on his dick. Then she opened her eyes, staring straight at me. I froze, knowing that darting away would be pointless, it was obvious I’d been watching. Her lips formed a smile though, and she winked at me before grabbing Mr. Hayden by the neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss.

I retreated to my room before I got spotted by Mr. Hayden as well. I worried I’d be getting a reprimand from mom but really, I knew deep down she wasn’t going to. She didn’t care about stuff like that.

I discarded my shirt and started looking in the right side of my dresser. The left has all my clothes for public and the right has those I wear at home. I choose a white V-neck shirt, with lace patterns all over it, and placed it on the bed. I also grabbed a light grey miniskirt to go with it.

I removed my pants, rubbing my fingers over the black cotton of the panties I had beneath. My dick had hardened watching my mother, and a wet spot was forming at the tip, but that would be fine. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment, turning left and right. As I spun I noticed the way my chest was sort of, perky like I was developing-

“Roberta!” my mom yelled.

I gulped, concerned that I’d be lectured, or worse, spanked.

I opened my door and went into the hallway, looking around for Hayden, but I didn’t see him.

My mother was on the bed, still naked. She extended her arms, “Come give me a hug!” She ordered.

I crawled into bed with her and she pulled me tight. There were drops of semen on her chest, Hayden must have pulled out and had her clean him. I didn’t mention it as she held my head to her bosom.

“How was school baby?” She asked.

“Fine,” I claimed.

“Really?” She asked.

I squeezed her back tightly, enjoying the way her soft skin felt on mine. She was so beautiful, my mother. Too beautiful to be a whore for all these men, I thought, but try telling her that. I still hope she will find just one that would keep her. Maybe that could be Hayden.

“Mike’s gone already?” I asked.

“He had to work.” She lied.

So probably not Hayden.

“Let’s take a shower!” she exclaimed, changing the subject.

I was surprised but agreed. We hadn’t showered together since I was 14. Fortunately, I had realized before then that the practice wouldn’t be smiled on, and never mentioned this to my peers. Yet there was nothing sexual about it, or there wasn’t then. I just enjoyed her body for its aesthetic beauty, and we giggled, more like sisters. Now however, as she ran her hands over my chest, I tried desperately to not get an erection as she soaped my shaved legs and butt.

Her hands going through my long hair helped. I focused on that, and then on shampooing and conditioning her hair. When she had me start scrubbing her skin though, I couldn’t help it. I tried not to think about her breast, but her curves weren’t much less arousing, and in no time my small (but not like, joke small) dick was standing straight up. I was embarrassed, but she didn’t mention it, not even when she soaped me up and ran her hands to my crotch, gently rubbing between my asscheeks, cupping my nuts and actually pulling back my foreskin to lather my dick. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it a few times, just enough that I couldn’t be sure it she was trying to arouse me, or just doing a very thorough cleaning.

Afterward I put on my skirt and lace shirt, and we sat together on the couch. I was too big to sit in her lap, as I’d done for so many years, now we sat cuddled together, watching the tv and eating the dinner she’d made us off the coffee table.

“Next year you’ll be in college.” She observed.

“Yeah, hopefully,” I replied.

“I hope you get accepted here.” She said.

“Me too.” If I did, we could continue to live together, and it would save a boatload of money.

“Will you be missing any girls at school?” She asked me.

“G-girls?” I fumbled.

“Boys?”

“No…” I was embarrassed by this line of questioning. I hadn’t really had any love life. I guess the apple fell far from the tree in that respect.

“Well in college people are more accepting.” She said.

Accepting of what? I wondered. Did she mean I should go out in girl’s clothes? She’d always said I should have been a girl and treated me like a sister half the time. She had taught me that it was okay to wear panties, and how soft and fun it was to dress up. Unfortunately, my reaction to her in the shower showed that I still had very male urges and equipment. I’d always thought this was just for fun, just at home. I wanted to ask but, I didn’t want to have that conversation. I decided she just meant they wouldn’t tease me for being a frail pipsqueak.

We talked about Hayden and Mr. Fisher. Mr. Fisher was new and had come over twice. He was a bit of a drunk, I teased my mother for liking him, saying that he was fat and hairy. She laughed, “He’s just stocky!” She countered, “Also he, um, is even bigger than Mike.”

I blinked, “How… big is Mike?”

She took her fist and put one over the other. “When I’m squeezing him like this,” She said,” I can still suck on his head.” This was a lot of information for her to share, but in our house it was normal. You could say I grew up in a one-woman brothel.

“But Thomas,” She said, referring to Mr. Fisher, “I can’t wrap my hand around it.” She made what an observer would have thought was a ‘C’ with her hand, but I knew she was holding his phantom cock, fingers unable to touch around it. “He doesn’t last like Mike but it is intense.”

I nodded, wondering what something like that would feel like forcing its way into a person. My mom has taken a lot of cock but, normally her hole would just be closed right, so how did it stretch for something almost as thick as a beer can?

I was still thinking about it when I went to bed, imagining how something like that might fit, not just in my mother, but maybe in me. This ignited a familiar retread of thoughts I often have, am I gay? Am I, or was I supposed to be, a girl? If I’m a girl and I want a cock am I straight?

* * *

The next day at school was a drag, it being the last month and our graduation all but certain. I believe the whole student body felt the restless anticipation of our last summer before college looming. A great change was coming, an end to the established rhythm and the beginning of a new one.

The writing was gone from the locker room when I finished gym class. I silently thanked Mark and got in the shower, stepping behind the curtain to change as always. As I undressed though, the curtain was flung open. I was horrified for a moment, thinking this was some bully taking things very far, but it was Mark. My relief was short-lived however, as I realized he could see my pink panties because I was holding my loose-fitting cargo pants in my hands.

“Damn Robert.” He whispered, looking around to see if he’d revealed me to anyone else. “Sorry, I ah, thought you were just shy about your dick size or something.”

“No!” I insisted. “And I just ran out of ah, boxers.”

He burst out laughing, “Seriously? That’s funny don’t sweat it man, but really…” He reached out and, to my horror, squeezed my ass. “Wow, you feel just like my girlfriend. Did you get like, surgery?”

I made the faintest moan as he fondled me, and clenched my teeth to stop it, slapping his hand away. “No, I’ve gained some weight man!” I corrected him.

“Weight? What do you weigh a buck twenty? Your ass looks like a girl’s bro, probably even without the ah, panties…”

I pushed him out and closed the curtain. He spoke from the other side, “I got a game Saturday night, Wendy is on her period so if you wanna hang out we can afterward. Anyway, catch you later man.”

When I got home it was there in the mailbox, the letter. I was alone at home, my mother being at work, and I stared at it for a long while, working up the nerve to open it. I considered letting my mom read it first, but then chided myself for being an overly emotional baby, and tore into the letter, holding my breath.

I was accepted into the local university. I almost swooned with joy, I could keep living at home, and Mark would be around as well.

I dressed in a blue gown, a long-skirted flowery thing. I put on a bra and packed the cups, checking myself, mainly my ass, out in the mirror. “Jeez.” I muttered, “I’m getting fat.” I looked in the mirror and said to myself, “Don’t you look sexy?” Then in another pitch, “Whose that cute girl?” I tried to sound more feminine, more seductive, “Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Hayden?”

I was eating the lasagna my mom had left me in the fridge and watching youtube when the doorbell rang. It was late, too late for the mail or any reasonable door-to-door type. “What the fuck?” I whispered, going to the door. I only cracked it slightly, being dressed as I was and unsure who was outside, but as soon as I did the man forced his way in, despite my startled yell.

I stepped back quickly as in stumbled a clearly intoxicated Mr. Fisher.

“Thomas! What are you doing?”

“Good evening Ms!” Mr. Fisher yelled, much too loudly, and staggered towards me.

I raised my hands in a warding gesture, but he crashed through them, his weight forcing him into me. “Mr. Fisher, I” my words were cut off as his lips pressed to mine. He was big, stocky, or fat, whatever, but big. With perhaps twice my weight, I struggled to push him back. His tongue licked my lips, but I kept them shut until I took a moment to try speaking reason to him again which proved useless, only allowing him to force his tongue into my mouth.

He smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, but also sweat. He was fumbling stupidly at my dress, trying to remove it. This proved too much for him but pushing me back was within his power. I found myself falling through my mother’s door and being forced onto the bed. He let me alone for a moment, and I tried to catch my breath, sitting up.

“Mr. Fisher,” I started, but upon sitting up on the bed, I saw he had dropped his pants, and I froze, staring at his enormous cock. “Jesus…” I whispered. I was caught like a deer in the headlights, not reacting again until his hand grabbed my shoulders, pushing me to the bed. “It’s me!” I squealed just as he kissed me again, even harder now that his weight was settling on top of me. I could feel the shape of his cock through my dress, he was starting to grind it against my crotch, and I felt myself becoming hard under him. I shifted so that he wouldn’t feel my own dick, realizing as I did that the act was prolonging this farce, which I needed to stop.

Or did I?

I considered for a moment. I would have to bite or pinch him, or something equally forceful, to snap him out of it… or I could just, play with him some. I’d seen my mother do it many times, and part of me wondered what his big cock felt like in her hands.

Thomas sat up, and rubbed his eyes, looking at me closely. “Oh shit.” He said. “You’re her fucking daughter ain’t yah?”

I blinked, and I had two competing thoughts, the first; what a drunken idiot. The second thought was flattered because he thought I was a girl, which actually wasn’t that surprising. My mother called me ‘Roberta’ around the house, and I always dressed in women’s clothing at home. It had not occurred to him that I had a little dick inside these panties.

He plopped himself down in the chair at my mother’s dressing table, leaning back with his cock swinging in front of him. “God damn I almost, I’m too drunk.” He kept rubbing his eyes, as if that would sober him.

I stared at his huge cock, transfixed, licking my lips. “Mr. Fisher,” I said cautiously. “Maybe I can help you out for tonight… if you won’t tell my mom.” I crawled from the bed, approaching him across the floor like a tiger stalking its prey.

“I don’t know…” He mumbled half-heartedly; his interest peaked again.

He made no motion as I ran my hands up his legs, bringing my face up to his cock, admiring it. Where I thought mine was perfectly round and straight, well-shaped though small, his was uneven and curved, even flat a bit, more an oval than a circle. The head made me think of a hammerhead shark, and I smiled at the comparison.

“You like that sweet girl?” He asked me, to which I nodded.

“It’s so thicccck.” I said in my best seductress voice.

I brought my right hand to the shaft lightly touching the skin. It was soft, shockingly soft. You can’t appreciate exactly how a cock feels from touching yourself I realized, just as you can’t tickle yourself, and how your skin feels different when numb. I squeezed it and let the hardness that lay under the surface, the engorged flesh forming a long spear. I stroked him up and down, slowly, enjoying how the skin moved some and I could pull it up around his head if I wanted to, playing with it.

I’d fantasized many times about what it might be like, to touch another guy, to hold his cock and jerk him, making him cum. I was never sure if I really wanted it, but this was my big chance, and nobody would know. I had this thick cock all to myself, so I explored it. His was so different from mine, so masculine, I felt myself straining in my panties, totally turned on just from the heat of it in my hands.

I slid my fingers up and toyed with the spongy head of his cock, a tiny drop of precum had formed, and I dipped my finger in it, running it around the pink glands at the base of his cockhead.

“You want to make me feel really good sweetie?” He groaned at me.

I nodded. “Yeah Mr, I will, I’ll make you feel great.”

“Why don’t you suck on it some?”

Oh fuck of course he wanted that. I’d intended to jerk him off but obviously, he saw this young woman crawl between his legs and naturally concluded he was getting a blowjob. I was on my knees in front of him, holding his cock, my face inches from it. My stomach went in knots. I’d never done anything like this, did I want to suck on a cock? It seemed like my body was saying yes. Did I want Mr. Fisher to be the first cock I sucked? Probably not really, but there it was, huge and hot, pulsing in front of me. Maybe I’d just let it touch my lips.

I leaned in and kissed the tip, receiving a groan of approval from Mr. Fisher. I lightly ran my hand up and down his shaft as I did, but I realized I couldn’t keep that up. The sweat and precum were dampening his skin enough to cause drag, but not lubricate. My hands weren’t gliding as easily, so I had to add lube. I put my lips just on the tip of his dick and let drool start to run out of my mouth. Catching it in my fingers I spread it around his head and down to his balls. Doing this reminded me that these soft nuts were going unattended and I put one hand on them.

“Ahh, yeah squeeze um, gentle now…” Mr. Fisher said from above, encouraging me with each act I performed for him.

They were incredible to play with, so sensitive that I scared him several times in my inexperience, tugging or squeezing them too roughly. He made no move to stop me though. He was probably trying to drunkenly count his lucky stars that this 18-year-old girl was about to suck him off.

“Umm, that’s right darling you know you want this big cock in your mouth.”

I very slowly extended my tongue, touching it to his slit and tasting the salty precum flowing steadily out. I twirled it in circles around his head, smearing the wet and sticky substance for my fingers to collect and push down his shaft. I found he seemed to like me pulling his cock, letting the skin slip off my fingers on the way up and pumping downward more loosely. I have always thoughtlessly and quickly jerked myself, but with his glorious cock in my hand I felt like it needed more of a massage. I paid attention to the little bumps and ridges, felt the differences in texture between his head and shaft.

“Fuck your mouth is hot,” Mr. Fisher whispered.

I was so enraptured that I slowly inhaled his cockhead into my mouth almost subconsciously, pulled onto his shaft by a primal force, telling me his cock should be deeper in my body. The head now leaked directly onto my tongue, and my mouth watered, allowing more than enough spit to start filling the room with slurping sounds and a wet slap, slap, slap as my fist hit his crotch.

“Hmm, just like that, right there.”

My head was swimming as I bathed the head of his phallus in my mouth. I could smell the scent of his arousal now, and it was strong. His taste filled my mouth as well, somewhat bitter, salty, and something else, what must be the distinct flavor of the cum leaking out of him, promising a large eruption building beneath the surface. I’d seen so many porn videos, and always fixated on the women licking cum from a spasming cock. Now I was turned on by the thought of doing it myself, drinking every drop.

“Look up at me.” He ordered, and I complied, staring into his eyes as I bobbed on about 4 inches of his cock, enough to stretch my jaw almost painfully, my teeth occasionally touching him despite my best efforts. If that bothered him though he did not complain.

“Fuck you’re a cutie, ugghh, and God can you suck a cock. Do you like it, seems like you do.”

I pulled him from my mouth. “I love it,” I declared, shoving it back in.

“Fuck make love to my cock you dirty little slut, just like your mother fuck yeah, I may have to come over when she isn’t home all the time. How many guys you been slobbering on?”

“This is my first,” I told him. “I’m a virgin.”

“Jessssuus Christ,” he muttered. “You about to get your first load of cum?”

I purred into his cock, tired of taking it out of my mouth. I wanted him to blow his load down my throat, and I was worried he was sobering up. He needed to cum and be gone before he started questioning my appearance. I made the most whorish moans I could around his shaft, burying it deeper, I could take a lot without gagging, but not the whole thing, so I played it safe, bouncing my head faster and faster on the first five inches, squeezing his balls a bit tighter, and working the shaft in time with my lips service of his head. I should have expected him to grab the back of my head, but in my naiveite, I didn’t see it coming.

“Ohhh, bitch drink it! Here’s your first taste of cum!” Thomas shuddered above me, forcing my mouth further down on his cock with his strong hands. It hit the back of my throat and I gagged, unable to swallow the oversized tool. I pulled off him, gasping for air, but didn’t stop jerking.

He exploded onto my panting lips, the blast dripping into my mouth and down my neck. Further twitches of his cock, as I pumped him furiously, sprayed across my face, coating my cheeks in sticky white cum. “Ohhh, yes!” I exclaimed, excited. I licked at the head as it shot its load, messily savoring my reward. I kissed his cock as he lay back, panting and probably with the room spinning. I smeared his cum around my lips and back onto his cock before licking it off in long strokes, cleaning him slowly as he twitched and became semi-flaccid. I enjoyed the feeling of his softening cock, I hadn’t gotten to feel it harden in my mouth. I already wanted that experience.

“Did you like it?” I asked him.

“Did I what? Are you serious? Oh man, you’re… fuck… it was great. Did you ah, need me to return the favor?”

“No!” I shook my head quickly, “You should head out, in case my mom comes home.”

“Shit, you’re fucking right, you ah, aren’t gonna mention this are yah?” Mr. Fisher’s head was a bit clearer, the arousal sated and the alcohol fading. He was surely thinking about how an 18-year-old high schooler had just sucked him off, and how her mother knew who he was.

“This didn’t happen.” I assured him, “Now get going.”

He stumbled out after pulling up his pants, and I quickly got in the shower, my face and neck were quite sticky, and I wanted any bit of the scent gone before my mother returned. Later as I lay awake in bed playing with myself, I somewhat regretted this decision. My dick was hard and I wished I’d jerked myself as I sucked him, or at least immediately after, when my mouth still tasted of his cum and I could suck the last bit from my fingers.

* * *

“You wanna come to the bar with me tonight?” My mother asked at breakfast, stunning me.

It was Friday morning, and I knew my mom’s routine would be to get dressed super slutty and go to the bar, possibly not returning until the next morning.

“You’re 18 so, nothing’s stopping you.” She went on.

“Would I be ah, dressed or?” I struggled to even find the right question. Where would I fit in with her night’s out? Wouldn’t I be a third wheel?

“Come onnn,” She said, “We’ll be like, sisters out on the town! It’ll be fun.”

“Okay…” I agreed uncertainly.

School that day was a blur, I could hardly pay attention to anything. I was becoming excited about the night out, wondering what the evening would bring. Mark sat with me at lunch, and I let him know I’d been accepted.

“Fuck yes!” He said, “We can stay up all night and play video games, or study, maybe. There’s gonna be a lot of downtime, so we can hit up all the parties.”

I smirked at the thought of me going to all the parties, “The only way I’d be invited to the parties is as your date.” I said, immediately realizing how weird this sounded.

But he laughed, “Wendy wouldn’t like that, but we’ll get into some fraternities, so we’ll get the invites.”

At home that night I tried to dress to like my mother, but I realized a bit more clothing would help my feminine image, so I dressed provocatively, rather than half-naked. My mother barely wore anything, her skirt hardly covered her ass and I’m not sure that her top could qualify as anything but a bra.

I was nervous taking the uber there. I had never gone out in public as Roberta, this would be the first time. I checked my make-up in the mirror and hoped I looked different enough that if anyone who knew me was there they wouldn’t recognize me, but the funny thing is, I didn’t look that different. I looked feminine normally, now I looked feminine with make-up. Perhaps just presenting myself as a girl would be enough, like Clark Kent and his glasses.

The bouncer eyed me suspiciously for a moment when I gave him my ID, and I felt almost like I should apologize, but I didn’t know for what. He clearly knew my mother though. “This is my niece, Roberta!” She yelled over the music. After a second he smiled, “Hold out your hand, you’re getting a stamp.” I was branded under 21 and he let me pass. The DJ was playing a bunch of remixes of hits, implausibly mismatched combinations, largely rock and rap music fused together with techno. I wondered how the rights worked.

Inside the bar, I immediately felt several pairs of eyes on us, was it because of how my mom was dressed, or because of her reputation? I wondered if it was just the normal amount of attention two girls would receive, it was strange. This was definitely what you’d call a ‘seedy’ bar. My mom pointed out a door on the back wall, which I took at first for some kind of employee entrance, but no. “That’s a stairwell!” My mother explained. “Customers can go up there…” She smiled real big as she paused, “For privacy!”

I gulped, nervous as I took her meaning. Often my mother came home from what I knew was a night of drunken sex. This must be one of the places where it happened. She sat us at the bar and the bartender greeted us.

“Evening ladies! Been a few weeks.” He said, looking at my mother. “Who’s this young lady?”

“This is my niece, Roberta!” Everything had to be shouted due to the thumping of the DJ’s music, which supported a small dance floor across from us. There were some people on it, engaging in the kind of dancing that is more like dry humping, but unlike the few high school dances I’d been to, no one cared.

The bartender gave me a long stare, and I smiled nervously. He returned my smile and said, “Welcome to the nightlife sweetie!” I guess it was very obvious I didn’t have my bearings.

I was confused that mom didn’t order drinks and asked her about it. “Oh, there’s no need, they’ll buy our drinks!”

“Who?”

“The first pair of guys who are out together!”

She wasn’t wrong, we were approached in less than three minutes, and my mother engaged in pointless banter with one of the men. He recognized her from seeing her at clubs and bars before, but they hadn’t spoken. His name was James, while the other one introduced himself to me as Henry. They were brothers, supposedly, and in their 40s.

I realized this was a 40-year-old man I was talking to, who was quickly buying me a drink. The bartender gave me a blue hurricane, and I looked at it questioningly. The bartender surely saw my stamp… my mother patted me on the shoulder, “He knows me,” she said, as if this was an adequate explanation.

Henry seemed relaxed and confident. trying to get me talking. He was searching for something we might have in common but was struggling in that regard, which wasn’t surprising since he was old enough to be my father.

“Your hair is gorgeous.” He said, falling back on compliments, which made me blush. I knew what he wanted, yet I rarely heard praise from someone besides my mother. I accepted that compliment, and the next two before he asked if I wanted to dance. I looked to my mom for guidance, and she smiled, “Let’s dance!” She said to James and threw back her glass of alcohol. I did the same, and when I slipped off the barstool I was surprised to find myself slightly dizzy. I’d had a bit of alcohol before, but never to the point of having a ‘buzz.’ I giggled stupidly at the sensation.

Out on the dance floor, I was an uncoordinated mess, but Henry seemed amused. “Turn around!” He instructed me and grabbed my hips. I gasped, a bit shocked at this public touching by a stranger, but I let him move me. “Do like this!” He shouted, running his hands over my arms. Over the next few minutes, he directed me to essentially shake my ass and grind against him, his chest on my back, our arms together. Without the alcohol I might not have been up to it, nervous as I was in this setting, but the feel of his strong chest on my back and the mild buzz loosened me up.

We repeated this twice, drinking a round and then dancing. The third time I was leaning heavily into Henry, who was much less affected by the alcohol. I would have drank another one, but Henry recommended coke, and my intellect was still holding together enough to realize that was a good idea. My mother was getting very handsy with James, and I looked questionably at Henry.

“I think we’re HUCK about done dancing.” Oh Lord, I had the hiccups.

This made Henry laugh and I smiled, I liked him, even though we had nothing in common. “How old are you?” he asked me. I showed him the stamp. “Yeah, but exactly how old?”

“18!” I confessed.

Just then my mom grabbed my arm, “Ladies room!” She yelled at me.

Inside the ladies room I splashed water on my face. I didn’t want to sober up, but I did want to keep my wits about me to some extent. I was starting to worry where this was going, and asked my mom what our plans were as I fixed my makeup.

“Oh yeah, we’re taking these guys home, they’re great!” She happily explained.

I gulped, “B-but, this guy is gonna want to…”

“Don’t worry.” She told me, “I can handle both of them if you want.”

That was a hot thought, and I nodded. “Can I… watch?” I asked.

“Uhhh, yah!” She laughed.

My mom told Henry where we lived and he drove us all back, making me realize he was the designated driver, he hadn’t completely abstained, but he wasn’t drunk. James and my mother were far gone when we got home, having done more shots before leaving.

I unsteadily walked into the house, my mother giggling over nothing. I held her arm and she leaned on me as we went into the house, followed by the guys. She led us straight to her bedroom and plopped onto the bed on her back. She patted the other side of the bed for me to lay there so I did, imitating her.

“Come on James.” She whispered, and he wasted not a second before crawling on top of her, shoving his tongue into her mouth to her moans of approval.

My intoxicated little heart was going a million miles an hour. Fuck this was reckless! Henry followed me to my side of the bed and started running his hands around my body.

“You’ve got such cute little tits.” He said.

“Thanks…” I said, nervous because I don’t have tits, I think?

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” He said.

I nodded and started pulling my gown down off my shoulders, revealing my chest. Henry took this as a sign of consent and started kissing me, fondling my pecs, in exactly the way you’d handle a woman’s tits. I don’t have hardly any muscle, and he seemed to enjoy pinching and playing with me there, wow did it feel good for me too.

Fuck I do have tits.

I trembled under him, terrified and aroused. My legs were literally shaking. “Are you okay?” He asked me.

I nodded, “I, ah, fine, just nervous.” I looked over to my left and saw that James had crawled up my mother’s chest and she was unzipping his pants, fishing through his boxers for his cock. She pulled him, semi-erect, out and cooed her appreciation. His cock wasn’t a big as Mr. Fisher’s had been, and it was more conventionally formed. James put his hands on the headboard to steady himself as my mom licked her lips.

“Watch me.” She said, looking at me.

With Henry starting to lick around my ‘tits’ I lay and watched my mother kiss the tip of James’s stiff meat. “Oh, man…” I muttered, my right hand instinctively going to the back of Henry’s head. I gasped as he sucked a nipple into his mouth hard.

My mother licked and swirled her tongue around the cock in front of her, not taking it inside, but sucking the underside and licking, even biting like she was working a piece of corn on the cob. The man flinched a few times, but also moaned, “Fuck you’re one crazy bitch.” She flattened her tongue and ran it up and down him, then ran his tip around her lips, like she was using it to put on makeup.

It was good that I had pushed the top of my dress down to my waist because the bundle of cloth covered the bump that was surely on my crotch from these sights and sensations.

“I wanna suck your cock.” I told Henry. It had worked with Mr. Fisher, so I reasoned it was my safest bet at the moment, other than passing Henry to my mom and escaping… but I didn’t want to leave the room and miss seeing this man fuck my mom. I also wanted to get another load of cum, but this time I’d retreat to my room and rub his semen all over my dirty cock, and I was sure I was gonna have an incredible orgasm from it.

“Hell yeah, you sweet thing.” Henry backed off and discarded his clothes while I watched my mother slowly inhaling James’s cock. She had one hand shoved into his boxers, and I could just see the motions of her fingers under the cloth where she fondled his nuts.

Henry climbed on top of me, presenting me with his hard cock. I reached up and grabbed it. The shaft was long enough for me to jerk him just a bit without touching the head. He had shaved himself, and there was only stubble on his groin instead of a thick patch of pubic hair like my mother’s face was now buried in. I pulled his hard cock towards my mouth and he followed, sighing as my lips engulfed his manhood. I went straight into it, testing what amount would make me choke. This position wasn’t ideal, I quickly realized, and I could only suck on half of him before I wanted to gag. I pulled him from my mouth and licked the underside with a flat tongue like I’d seen my mom do, which made him shudder in pleasure.

On the downward stroke, I touched my tongue to his nuts and decided to explore there. I kissed each one softly at first, then became more aggressive. I experimented on them with kisses, licks, and sucking, and was surprised with how he reacted. I was scared I’d hurt him, but I guess nuts aren’t as sensitive as I thought, at least when it comes to the workings of a hot mouth on them. I could only suck one at a time, despite making several attempts to suck his entire sack into my mouth. The whole thing felt deliciously dirty. Especially when he encouraged me, “Fuck yes you little slut, suck those nuts… umm, your lips are so hot, you want to make me cum on your face?”

The answer was yes but my mouth was too busy to vocalize it. I purred instead, lapping at his wrinkled skin. I continued to lightly stroke his cock during this, and I now felt drops of precum smearing onto my fingers, he wept it so copiously that some even dripped on my face, and I pulled his testicle from my mouth, licking the shaft again so I could taste it. It was better than Mr. Fishers, not as bitter, and I realized why later, cigarettes. Fisher was a smoker, but Henry was not.

I moaned and sucked the head into my mouth, fervently lapping at the delightful secretions.

“Holy fuck you little minx…” He breathed.

I felt the bed shift next to me, my mother was turning onto her stomach, she smiled at me and I tried to return the smile with my mouth full, with probably little success. I heard a SLAP as James spanked her bottom. She laughed in response, wiggling her butt at him.

“Oh yeah spank me!” She shouted.

James gave it to her, hard. She threw her head back, howling, in pain? Maybe? She tossed her hair around, “Fucking harder!” She screamed. Both me and Henry were distracted by this, and my sucking slowed as I watched her take this beating.

“Fuck you’re a pussy!” She yelled at James, who was actually panting as he beat her ass.

“God damn!” He wheezed, getting winded.

My mother put her chest into the bed, arching her back and displaying her ass and sex, “Umm, you missed a spot. Get it with your tongue.”

He breathlessly followed her instructions, kissing and licking her ass, kneading her cheeks with his hands. I refocused on Henry’s cock but listened intently to the sound of James starting to eat my mother’s cunt at her encouragement. After a few minutes of this, Henry was getting obviously close to coming, my mouth full of the taste of his precum. I was salivating so much from it that I was drooling, spital running down my cheeks and neck. This was made worse because in his excitement Henry couldn’t seem to control his hips, jerking and pushing forward, perhaps unconsciously, and making me gag.

“Swallow it.” He directed me, “Swallow my dick cutie, go on, you can do it.”

I gulped, trying to comply, but having no luck. He slowly leaned forward, pushing against the back of my throat, I trembled under him, then felt my mother take my hand.

“Do it baby, come on be a good little slut.” She whispered, I peeked at her and saw that James was lining his cock up with her pussy. She was on all floors, minus the hand squeezing mine. “Swallow that cock down your throat, make it good for him.” She encouraged me.

I gulped like I was trying to swallow a large pill, or a piece of chewy beef I’d given up on. I found it hard to breathe, and my chest began to burn, but Henry kept pushing. Closing my eyes I put my free hand on his chest, and he relented, easing back. I gasped in some fresh air and then grabbed his butt, pulling him forward. I choked and spat more shiny fluid onto his balls but then it happened, I felt the headline up properly with my esophagus and pop into my gullet. I think my eyes must have rolled back in my head because my mother laughed at whatever bizarre expression I made.

“Nice job, take that cock, uuhhh oohhh yeah.” James was pushing into her, and she squeezed my hand hard. “Fuck that’s great James, ahh fuck me slow for a while, yeah, nice and slow.”

Henry started fuck to me too, but through my mouth. I felt the head of his cock expand my throat as he pushed in and out, I didn’t need to do anything but be used now. My free hand held his ass, which I found smooth and soft. The muscle underneath turned me on and I explored him while he pillaged my throat.

“Ohhh, fuck bitch I’m gonna cum!” Henry warned me. I actually wanted it on my face, so I could play with it, but I was too late to stop him, he exploded in my throat, pulling back as he came, filling my mouth, then forcing his cum coated cock back down my throat, just shoving all that hot jizz onto my tonsils, I had to swallow or choke so I drank his cum like a thick milkshake. He tasted so much better than Mr. Fisher had I closed my eyes and tried to savor it while it lasted, swirling the spunk around his cockhead with my tongue, making him twitch violently as he became sensitive. Eventually, he pushed me away, leaving me gasping as lines of drool stretched from my lips to his cock, dripping onto my chest.

“God damn… God damn…” he repeated, breathing deeply. I used my fingers to collect the drops from around my mouth, licking it up.

“Hmm, Roberta likes it does she?” my mother observed, “Do you want James load too?” she asked me, to which I nodded. Henry lay next to me, face nestled up to my neck, and sighed contently while I watched James fucking my mother.

It was not quick. When James told her he’d be cumming she made him pull out and turned over, counting to thirty before she let him put it back in, wrapping her legs around him as he fucked her. She came under him, her body shaking delightfully, her pussy being slapped by his full balls. He was about to come again and she stopped him, having him lay on his back and mounting him after a moment. She rode him to another orgasm and then gave him permission to come in my mouth.

Henry let me up as I crawled over to James, seeing his cock twitching, shiny with my mother’s juices. I licked my lips as James grabbed my hair and shoved my face down on his cock, pushing the head into the ‘O’ of my waiting lips. My mother stood on the side of the bed and watched, her hand idly rubbing James’s chest. I tasted my mother’s cunt, so sweet, mixed with his salty precum. Mom had been off him for a few seconds, but his orgasm was very pent up, and no time in coming. With a loud grunt, he filled my mouth. I had more control over taking this load, not being pinned under him. I let it build up in my mouth, cooing on his rod as I enjoyed the taste of another man’s seed.

He let me hold him in my mouth as he softened, my tongue slowly cleaning him. When I pulled away I had his seed still in my mouth. I was about to escape with my prize, but my mother grabbed me, pulling my face to hers. I was so surprised I naturally parted my lips for her, letting her tongue enter my mouth. She sucked some of the cum from me before I knew what had happened and I started kissing her back, fighting over my delicious treat. It was a messy battle, and the thick spunk started escaping our lips, running over our chins. I licked at her face, trying to reclaim it, but more came pouring out as she kept tonguing my lips. I settled for swallowing, and we licked each other’s faces clean.

The men stared at us, captivated. I saw Henry was getting erect again, and so did my mother, she made a come neither motion, laying back on her bed.

“Would you like a turn, Henry?” she asked him.

I excused myself, and Henry wished me good night. I rushed to my room and tore off my clothes, jerking myself furiously, listening to the sounds of Henry fucking my mother from across the hall, licking my cum slick lips, and recalling Henry balls deep in my throat. I whimpered like a girl when my dick spurted onto my stomach and lay there panting.

* * *

God what a man, I thought as I watched Mark blaze past several defenders. I had little interest in sports, but the way the men on the field knocked each other around and got back up was quite a display. I would have been laid out after the first possession. This was their last game, so I was very excited for Mark that they won it, he could exit high school football with a win.

I waited outside the locker room for him, and as the other guys filed past only a few gave me odd looks. Most were jubilant, in too good a mood to be sour even to a wimpy fag loitering outside their locker room. Some actually slapped me on the shoulder or high-fived me, wishing me a good summer. One even saw me and said, “What are you doing? Come on in man Mark is taking forever you ain’t got to wait.”

I went on in and gasped when I found Mark, who was naked, along with several other guys who were heading out. They laughed at my reaction. “Relax Robert, it’s a shower,” they informed me.

Of course, I’m not used to that culture of athletes, and it felt weird to be standing with Mark when he was butt-naked. I couldn’t not stare at him, his body was chiseled, and his cock, though limp, was quite the specimen, I could only imagine what it looked like hard. He had some hair on his body, but his crotch was trimmed, and his nuts looked shaved as well, manicured to cater to his girlfriend I assumed. There was a thin sheen of sweat over his body, and I could smell his masculine musk from where I stood.

“I didn’t shower yet, you want in?” he asked.

“Uh, well, me? I ahh…” I wasn’t sure how to respond. I guess it was a casual suggestion.

“Yeah, we got plenty of towels.”

I looked around and saw that we were about to be the last ones there, so I figured… why not? I undressed, pulling my panties down along with my shorts to hide them, and followed him into the shower. He let me borrow his soap and we stood under the hot water. I kept my front pointed away from him, hiding my small penis. I noticed him eyeing me suspiciously as I washed my long hair, squeezing out the shampoo so that it poured down my back and over my ass.

“What?” I asked, wondering if I was breaking some behavioral norm of men who shower together.

“Spin around,” he said.

“What?” I laughed, thinking he was kidding.

“Really spin, I wanna see something.”

I hesitated and then slowly turned in a circle, hand over my crotch.

“I fucking knew it!” he exclaimed, as though revealing some great mystery.

“Wh-what?” I asked.

“You’re taking estrogen aren’t you?”

“Pah, pleassse! Why would I be on estrogen?”

“You’re getting ready to be out of high school, so you are planning to introduce yourself as a girl in college, right?”

“I ah, what? No, why would you think that?” I corrected him. Nonsense, obviously all nonsense.

“The panties you’ve been hiding under your pants for one, and you’ve always had that long hair. It seems like you’re trying to look like a girl, and it’s almost working.” He said, before adding, “That ass is gorgeous.” I looked at his dick and saw it had become semi-erect, bobbing and dripping with water and soap.

Oh shit that’s hot.

“Look away and bend over.” He told me.

“What?” I questioned, surprised. “So you can like, see my ass?”

“Yeah, let me see something, come on it’s just us now.”

I begrudgingly did as instructed, hearing him whistle as I did. Then I felt his hand touching me, feeling around my ass.

“Mark!” I shouted, turning around and pushing him back, then realized he could see my tiny cock. I went beat red I’m sure, and spun back away from him.

“Yep your ass is like a girl’s, and it wasn’t always this plump. Anyway, I’m not trying to tease you or anything. If you say I’m wrong, I believe you. Still, if I’m not you could tell me.”

I didn’t answer, I had to use my willpower to turn away before I began to obviously drool over his cock, I pictured myself with my legs spread, hands on the shower wall being taken by my best friend.

He’s straight though, right? I thought sadly. He wouldn’t want a little fag like me.

It was only two miles back to my place and my mom was working so we walked to my house and started playing CoD. Mark was better but I was competent so we could engage in this one competitive activity where I held my own. Mark was wearing workout clothes, including very skimpy shorts, almost like what a girl in a gym would wear, ‘Ranger Panties’ he called them. They let me silently admire his legs while we played, his thighs were thick, and his calves well developed.

While we played he complained about his girlfriend, she was being a real bitch because he was going to a different college, to make matters worse she wouldn’t go down on him during her periods, expecting him to go without. This was no big deal since they didn’t get that much time together anyway, being teenagers, but next year he’d be in college, he could get privacy anytime, cause he’d be renting a room in a house with other college students. It could be a 24/7 fuckpad practically, according to him, so he figured he needed someone who’d suck him even if they were on their period.

“Probably my mom would take care of you,” I said, joking.

“Haha, really? She might think I’m too young.”

“Nah,” I said, thinking, “You could probably come here anytime for a blowjob.”

We looked at each other for a long moment, “Well I wouldn’t do that to you.” he said.

“It’s okay,” I whispered and started to put on my best girl voice. “My mom would suck your cock, anytime you want.”

“Oh yeah would she dress up for me?” he asked, and I wasn’t sure if he was catching my drift.

“Play a round without me.” I said, “I gotta pee.” I stood up and went to my room, changing as fast as possible. On went a pink t-shirt and a black miniskirt, with red stockings. I grabbed a tube of lipstick and quickly applied it, no time for other makeup.

“Holy shit Robert,” was his response when I stepped around the corner and back into the room, presenting myself to him.

I walked over to the couch and sat on his lap, facing him. “Roberta,” I said.

“Man I ah, wow you look nice.”

“Thanks,” I said huskily. “You said your girl won’t go down on you?”

“Yeah, but ah, we are still dating.”

“She doesn’t need to know,” I assured him, sliding off his legs to kneel between them.

He didn’t want to say it I think, didn’t want to admit out loud that he wanted another guy to suck his cock, but I was sure he wanted it as much as I did, so I reached my hand out and stroked his cock through the fabric of his small shorts. It was already hardening. I parted my lips and lay my head on his thigh, licking his skin gently.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, “I can’t believe this is happening. I figured you were like, a twink but, fuck.”

“I can be the girl who sucks your cock, Mark,” I came out and said it openly, putting the ball in his court.

He looked at me for a minute, “You won’t tell anybody?” he asked me.

“It’s our secret,” I assured him.

“Go ahead then,” he said.

Together we yanked off his shorts and boxers, and he scooted his ass up to the edge of the couch. I marveled at his cock when I saw it, fully erect and up close. It was statuesque, perfect, and beautiful. The shaft was round with a large, flaring head, the ridge of the glands being very large. I liked the shape of it, the color, very purple and pink, like a painting. The veins were thick and blue, the whole cock had an air of artistry about it, and I wanted to kiss each bit.

“Go ahead fag, suck it,” he said.

“Don’t call me that,” I said, rubbing his cock on my face.

“Sorry, just trying to do dirty talk.”

“Call me… slut, or whore, whatever you’d call a girl.”

“Okay, yeah… go ahead you fucking slut, suck my cock already.”

Without further ado I lowered my lips onto his cock. It was nice and clean, well kept, fresh seeming compared to the two older men I’d serviced. Sucking Mark’s cock, his extraordinary, meaty tool, the dick of my best friend, that fucked the hottest girls on the cheerleading squad, drove me wild. I’m pretty sure I loved sucking his cock more than he enjoyed being on the receiving end, not to impugn my own abilities. Mark laid his head back, sighing. He surprised me by reaching down and running his hands through my hair, not controlling my head or forcing me down, just feeling my hair, enjoying it.

I purred onto his cock, which filled my mouth wonderfully. I worked my tongue along his underside, watching his reactions. I wanted him to like it so badly, needing to please him so that he’d let me keep doing this. I wanted to replace his dumb girlfriend, to have him come over to my house when he was horny. I wanted to drink every drop of cum he could produce from now ‘til we graduated college.

I ran my hand up under his shirt, feeling his abs. He had such a large body, every part of him was so masculine, so much the opposite of me. I pulled off his delicious fuckstick and lowered myself, tonguing his balls while I flicked my fingers over the tip of his cock. I realized that this was my opportunity to actually touch myself while sucking a cock, and quietly removed my panties while I worked, slipping my hand under my skirt and rubbing myself.

“Let me touch your tits,” Mark said, and I didn’t bother to object that I didn’t have tits. Whatever made him happy I was going to do, so off came my shirt. He began to fondle my chest aggressively. I smiled up at him, rubbing his chest back, and tracing the outline of his muscles.

“Ah!” I yelped as he pinched my nipples.

“Sorry,” he said, but then continued pinching, lightening up some until I stopped wincing and started cooing.

“Let me suck um,” he said.

I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. He licked my hard nipples and his hands moved to my ass, squeezing. His cock was rubbing my ass, pressing against my crack. It made me shiver to have it there. He manhandled my light frame, moving me and rocking me, sucking my tits and making his cock leave a trail of precum around my inner thighs and butt.

“Oh… Mark…” I sighed, thrilled by the feel of his strong body against mine. Part of me started to worry… he didn’t just want me to suck him.

“Oh, Mark are you gonna…”

“I know what a little slut needs.” He said.

“I don’t know Mark, I’ve never…”

“You asked for this.”

“Nah, no, I was just…”

“Wanting to get me all worked up with your cute little body? Come on cock tease, you know what you want.”

I was silent as he toyed with me, his cock probing my virgin asshole. I quivered as he ran his hands up and down my soft legs, up to cup my ass and dig his fingers into it, almost painfully.

“Let me get some lube,” I said.

“You’ve got thirty seconds.” He said, letting me down.

I ran to my mom’s room and fished through her drawer, grabbing one of several bottles of lubricant. I came back to him and knelt there, pouring the oily substance onto his cock. I rubbed it around with my fingers, which looked so delicate on his thick rod. When I was well coated, I looked up at him meekly.

“How do you… want to…”

“Fuck you?” He finished. I nodded.

“Lay flat on the floor.” He said.

I lay on the floor facedown, feeling him lift my skirt and lay on top of me. His weight pressed me into the carpet, his strong thighs forced me to open mine some, and he pushed his cock into my crack. This was a practiced motion, something he’d done with girls. I groaned as his hands found mine, interlocking our fingers.

“This is how I like to take my bitches.” He whispered in my ear.

“Am I your bitch now?” I moaned back at him.

“You’re fucking right, assuming you please this cock.”

“Oh fuck I will, I’ll do anything.” I pleaded, my cock pressing into the carpet. I couldn’t move at all, he had complete control over my body, I was a piece of meat, only able to take the fucking he was about to give me.

This position, combined with the copious amount of lubricant I’d put on his cock, made it such that there was no argument or debate about how I’d receive his cock in my virgin ass. It was purely what he wanted.

I waited, both eager and afraid, my body shaking under him as he began to push into me. It was a slow entry, I groaned in agony. “Holy fuck Mark!” I shut my eyes, pathetically kicking my legs under him.

“Fuck you’re tight Roberta.”

He stuck his tongue in my ear, which felt great, distracting me from the pain in my rear. I sighed as he sucked my earlobe. I had never really thought of the ear as an erogenous zone, but his tongue inside it was quite a turn-on.

He pushed again, harder, the head opening me as I gasped out all the air from my lungs, aided by Mark’s weight on top of me. We lay, my breath coming in a ragged gasp, the sound of heavy breathing and the CoD lobby music filling the room. Mark whispered his pleasure into my ear, reassuring me, telling me how tight and hot I was, how great my ass felt gripping his cock. For me, it was intense as well, but not all roses. I was regretting not trying to get him to finger me or something, but it was too late now, the cock was sinking inch by agonizing inch into my guts, and when it seemed settled Mark started rotating and grinding his crotch against me, opening my ass cheeks.

I arched my back to what extent I could, letting him in deeper, accepting the pain as part of his claiming of my virginity, giving my best friend my tight asshole. I trembled under him, utterly owned by his strength and manhood.

“Ohhh Mark, Mark, Mark your so big…” I told him.

“You want me to fuck you?” He breathed in my ear.

“Uhmm, hmmm, yahh, please slowly, go slow and take me…”

Mark started to pull out and I almost screamed, pressing my forehead into the floor. “Fuuuccking shiiiit.”

“God damn you’re the hottest piece of ass…” Mark muttered, filling me with pride as well as his cock.

He pushed in again, a strange feeling, like having to go to the bathroom, coming over me. Nothing for me to do though but keep taking it. I almost sobbed on the floor as he started his rhythmic fucking of my anus, the tight ring expanding and contracting, my guts being stirred and my bowels completely bewildered by the foreign intruder.

My dick was rock hard, grinding almost painfully into the carpet, I would cum before he was done, I realized, it was too intense to imagine otherwise. The pain was passing and each thrust touched me somewhere inside that radiated pleasure, better than jerking myself, I was a glove for his slick tool, a fuck toy for this dominant and virile young man.

“Do you like that cock you filthy little slut?” He asked me.

“Oh Mark yes, I like it, uh I love how you feel in me.”

This was his last check on my wellness, I realized. My words of encouragement gave him the go-ahead to fuck my brains out, and he did. We made animalistic sounds and I screamed while he huffed in effort, fucking me into the ground, breeding my ass like so many men did my whore mother.

I imagined that I looked just like her, being taken by a brutish hunk, used for his pleasure. “Ahhhh! MARK! FUCK ME!” I screamed.

“Uhh, take it bitch, take that cock. I’m gonna cum in your fucking ass.”

“God yes, please cum in me,” I panted, so ready to take my first load of hot spunk into my deflowered ass.

The only thing I didn’t like was that I wanted to kiss him, wanted to see his face as he took me, and I told him so.

“Alright… I’m a gentleman after all,” he joked, letting me turn over, but then he paused. “In fact, why not go to your bed?”

We collected our clothes and moved to my room, it was an unwelcome interruption maybe, but when we began again on my bed I was glad. He put my legs on his shoulders and entered me from above, folding me over like Hayden had my mother, and kissing me as he slowly resumed the pace, building back up. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, his fingers digging into my hips. It made me feel very feminine, I imagined I was taking him in a pussy, myself a virgin bride on our wedding night, ah yes, I wanted to dress up for him in a wedding dress, to get fucked all in white.

The more reasonable part of my brain stopped me from vocalizing this since it would have weirded him out. Instead, I told him, “You feel so good, Mark.”

“Uhggh, you… too, Roberta…”

“You like my ass?”

“I love it, I could fuck you every day.”

“Ohhh please doooouhhh.”

“It’s time, I gonna cum…” he told me.

“Please yes, fill me up!”

I beat him to it, the thought of a man cumming inside me was too much after all this fucking, and my ass was sending me nothing but pure bliss at this point, loving every thrust and twitch of his huge cock. My little dick started spurting, and because he had me bent in half my skirt had fallen back, so that my exposed dick shot all over my own tits and face, the hot strands feeling fabulous on my skin.

I think Mark appreciated the sight as well because his whole body tensed at that moment and I felt him pulse inside me, warm jizz erupting into my bowels.

We both held onto each other tightly as we came down, and Mark was so sensitive he stayed in me for several minutes while he went soft, without complaint from me. When he pulled out I lay my head on his chest, such a girly motion I thought, but accepted. He put his arm around me and held me to his strong chest while I explored him with my hands.

“When does your mom get home?” He asked.

“Not for hours,” I said, lowering my face down to his cock. I cleaned him with my tongue, not caring that he’d been in my ass. I lovingly covered every inch of his cock and balls in my spit. He was hard again in a few minutes.

“Lay facedown,” he ordered me.

* * *

The last week of high school came with some frustration. Mark had taken my anal cherry but a dedicated team of FBI agents could be forgiven for not knowing it. He acted, completely normal, which made sense, I guess. I mean we aren’t ‘out,’ as they say, and he had his girlfriend, Stacy. I knew they were having problems, high school was ending, they were more than likely going their separate ways. They would probably be over before long, and we’d be going to the same college so hypothetically I should have him available. My real concern was this, was he regretting it? Was he imagining all the pussy he could get in college? I didn’t know where we stood because he’d turned down every offer I made to get us together in private again.

Over the last mouth, I had gone from complete virgin to having sucked off two guys and been fucked by one. I had thought the floodgates were open, I’d been ready to service Mark every day, and maybe more on the side, instead I’d had nothing.

God, I was horny. My mother came home last Friday night a total mess, she was so drunk she just discarded her clothes around the room, collapsing naked on top of her covers. I saw through the open door, her panties were soiled badly. I stepped quietly inside and picked them up, admiring my mother’s petite but sexy body as I did. I smelled the underwear to confirm what I had and rushed back to my room.

I’d found a new habit. Fresh was better but I liked this too. The smell of cum excited me, I sucked the soft, wet fabric and tasted semen from God knows how many men alongside my mother’s juices. I jerked myself and got some relief, keeping the black panties in one of my drawers, a dirty secret.

I felt a bit naughty, hanging out with my mother having stolen her panties, yet our relationship was still so easygoing, I could tell her things. As we sat on the loveseat watching TV on Thursday night I confided in her that I’d gone down on Mark on the same couch we were sitting on. Her eyes lit up, “Your friend Mark? Oh, honey, that’s close to home. How is he reacting?”

“Well, after I made out with his cock for a bit he put me on the floor here and fucked me.”

She made an exaggerated gasp, “My little girl had her cherry popped? Oh, how are you? Was it okay for you?”

“It was great… but now it seems like he doesn’t want to mention it.”

She put her arm around me, “Some guys… they do things when they’re horny that they regret later. If he does it isn’t anything about you, okay?”

I put my head on her chest and she held me, her small tit felt nice on my cheek. “I know,” I said, although from my voice it didn’t sound like I did.

“I know what’ll cheer you up,” she said.

“Can we?” I asked.

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

When I bathed the next morning I made sure all hair was gone from my body, even my lower legs and forearms, which I typically left alone so other kids at school wouldn’t realize I was shaving my body. As I got out and looked in the mirror though I knew I’d been wasting my time feigning masculinity. The fog distorted my image but, the long black hair, my thin frame, my ass bizarrely the only thing with fat on it, it could have been a woman on the other side of foggy glass. ‘Faggot’ they’d always said, even from middle school, and I’d sometimes wondered why, now I knew, now I saw it too.

“Hhhmmm, you look sexy, baby,” my mother said as she saw me emerge in a short skirt and tube top. It was much more revealing than what I’d worn before, more in synch with what my mother wore. She helped me with my makeup after dinner and we headed out. “This time,” She whispered in my ear as the uber took us to the bar, “Let’s tell some guys about you so you don’t have to worry about your little secret.”

If she meant for this to keep me from worrying it had the opposite effect. She wanted us to tell dudes in the bar that I had a dick! How would they respond? Would anyone be interested in me then? This was not a gay bar you understand, these were just average joe’s drinking in a seedy bar with a dance floor. Would word start getting around town?

The bouncer didn’t give me a stamp this time, he just smiled at us and welcomed me back. This was also a bit unsettling, the normal rules of the world were bent here, and they figured I was on board, that I belonged here enough to warrant it.

My mom loves dancing, whereas I had only fumblingly attempted to dance at one prom and our last visit when Henry guided me. I looked around for Henry but didn’t see him, a familiar face wouldn’t have hurt.

We sat at a table, just waiting. As my mother foretold, men were soon checking us out. I saw them stare openly. “All you have to do is pick some and stare back.” My mom said. “It’s just that easy.”

She did this and was invited to a table with two guys. “You try without me once,” she challenged me.

Oh no, I thought.

It wasn’t long before a drink came to my table, orange and fruity, followed by two guys. I smiled at them, extremely nervous.

“What brings you here sweet thing, you look too good for this bar,” the first one said and introduced himself as Peter.

“Is that your sister? You two are so cute!” the second guy, George, said. These two are close to my age, which I can already tell is unusual for the bar.

“She’s my… aunt,” I just manage to correct myself, remembering that my mom had introduced me as her niece on our last visit.

Peter and George are very friendly, in fact, they’re extremely excited, I see my mom going up to the second floor and my heart kind of sinks, I had to fend for myself. The bar has a door in the back that leads to a second floor. The only thing there is a collection of private rooms people use to hook up.

Peter’s getting really close, and I learn that these guys are attending the same college I will be next year, as juniors. We actually have some things in common, as locals we knew about a lot of the same places. I’m flattered, because they are complimenting me and treating me like a girl, but also when the question comes…

“So sexy, you wanna go upstairs?”

I hesitate, “I will, but I have to warn you…” They both look at me, I have their full attention. I’m nervous about how to say it, “I’m a, I mean I have a… my name is Robert.”

George looks intrigued, actually, smiling at me, but when we both look at Peter he’s furious. I shrink back, scared, but he just storms off, cursing and dragging George away. George looks back at me, and I wish Peter hadn’t been around, because George is very handsome.

I see my mom has gone back to dancing, and I remember her soiled panties. I wonder how many times she repeats this cycle on a normal visit, would there be another trip upstairs?

Another man comes over, much older than me but, fuck it he brings with him another drink, and I ask him for a blue hurricane. We chat and I watch my mom laugh and joke with a group of guys, all very sporty looking, young and athletic. It isn’t long before she comes over and taps my shoulder, just as I think guy #3 is about to make me reveal my secret to him, would this be a string of embarrassments?

“Hey!” she says, “Roberta, these guys asked me to bring you up with us. Do you want to?”

“Do they… know?” I asked. She nodded.

I smiled real big, hardly believing. There were a half dozen guys over there, a whole group smiling and waving at me. My stomach churned, my heart fluttered, my mother knew without me speaking.

I yelled at guy #3 as I left, “I’m a guy!” and followed mom over to her table, the guys cheered and we filed to the dark stairwell, heading upstairs. It was quieter up there, but the drum of the music could be heard and felt through the floor. The guys had a room all picked out, and one of their friends waiting for us was there already, making seven.

Jesus seven guys! My initial excitement was turning to nervousness, without the little buzz I’d gotten from the drinks I might have run out in terror. I was so used to being insulted and demeaned for being… what I am, but these guys were excited by me, and they gathered around, almost crowding me, eager to get my attention.

One guy introduced himself to me, Ben, who was close friends with a tall young man named Tom. He told me he’d been the first to ask my mom to come invite me, and there’d been no pushback from the group when mom told them I had something extra. He and Tom really wanted the first crack at me.

“Let me get you started,” he said, frank in his desires, “I want to go down on you.”

“Oh, okay…” I said, nervously. For the shy boy from the back of the class, this was a lot. I’d serviced Mr. Fisher and Henry, and taken Mark’s cock, as basically a tool for their pleasure, this was the first time anyone was going to ‘service’ me.

It started with kissing, and very heavy fondling. Ben was swapping spit with me eagerly, touching my sides, but two other guys were feeling me up as well, they especially liked my ass, the short skirt not impeding their exploration of my body. I was hard in my panties immediately, nervous and trembling. The guys chuckled at my reaction, but not cruelly. Ben checked on me, whispering assurances. I told him to go ahead and he laid me back, God that room must have been covered with cum stains! I imagined how many people had fucked each other on the floor, on the bed, or on the chairs of that dirty room, thousands probably.

My mom is on her knees already, her mouth stuffed with one guy’s cock, her hands on two others. She strokes the ones in her hands slowly, no attempt to bring them off, just to excite them, keep them happy until their turn for more intense stimulation.

The guys put me on the bed, I’m practically carried there. I’m laid diagonally on the bed, my head off the side. Ben is between my legs, kissing me through my panties. “Oh, shit…” I mutter.

Tom is next to me, he’s kissing my face, then my lips, two guys are just watching, this is going to be a lot I realized, these men were about to be taking turns on us. “Oh, man,” I whisper as Tom stands up, pulling his cock out of his pants. I began to lick the underside of his shaft, reaching up to stroke the head as I do. I like this, his nuts are hot on my forehead and I can just close my eyes and lay back, licking around as I enjoy the sensations Ben is giving me. I hope I don’t cum too soon, but I don’t think I’m going to be allowed to only cum once.

The one downside of this position is I cannot see my mother. I hear her grunts, which tell me someone is inside her, but she isn’t vocal… someone’s in her mouth as well. That’s going to be me shortly, and I shuddered in anticipation.

My panties are coming off, and I feel Ben’s lips on me. It’s nuts, I mean it’s crazy good. My hips buck but Ben has no problem, he’s swallowed my cock whole and I moan into Tom’s balls, turning that moan into a kiss as I refocus my efforts.

Tom starts trying to shove his cock in my mouth, I lick and kiss it, but push it aside, making him miss me repeatedly, we both laugh, but I don’t delay him too much, soon taking the head between my lips. This is a very different angle, and counterintuitively it’s easier, I feel less urge to gag as he pushes forward, my tongue working the bottom of his shaft.

“Fuuuckk, bitch that’s hot,” Tom whispers, mostly to himself. I’m learning that sucking cock isn’t hard, put it in your mouth, suck, and lick. Simple. Delicious. I want to slurp on these men all night, and I will be.

Now the sucking is easy but, taking it in your throat… has some complications. I’d immediately found this position easier than kneeling or having him over my chest but the cockhead hits my throat and I choke. Tom backs off and gives me a moment, but then pushes again. He wants this to happen, and I want it to, but getting there is rough. I choke and gag, he doesn’t mind, even when I almost puke.

My discomfort is no skin off his back of course, so I guess that’s another thing about blowjobs, the man can take his pleasure with force if not the giver’s skill. I push him back for a minute, gasping for air, then give an upside-down nod and open my mouth, he resumes ravaging my oral orifice. I moan, despite the abuse, because coupled with Ben’s insistent mouth it’s making my legs shake, I want to tell Ben how much I like it, so I groan and gurgle on Tom’s cock to express my pleasure, but I don’t know if he gets the message.

I’m attempting to swallow desperately, wanting to get him in before he comes, to give up my throat to this stranger, and it finally works, the cock pushing satisfyingly past my gag which finally eases and he’s able to fuck my face roughly, to both of our delights. Ben is about to be drinking my seed, and the only way I can communicate this to the first man to do so for me is to grab the back of his head, pulling him into me.

Tom cums first and I’m thankful because I get to enjoy the feel of his pulsing cock as I erupt into Ben, who doesn’t break his pace at all, gulping my seed down. I only get the aftertaste of Tom’s cum as he pulls back, some leaking into my mouth as I clean him.

“That counts Ben, I’m up!” One of the men on standby jokingly says, and he and Ben playfully push at each other but the interloper backs off, leaving me to Ben, who motions for me to turn over. His opponent approaches my front, presenting me with his cock. I start with only kisses on it, needing to catch my breath.

Ben isn’t waiting though, he’s licking the soft globes of my ass, fondling and kissing my nuts. I sigh into my new partner’s crotch as Ben licks my asshole, making me drool on my new suck toy. Ben’s tongue circles my hole, he licks and spits on it. I feel a finger enter me. There’ll be no lube tonight I realize, thank God for Ben because he’s experienced and gentle. He works into me, licking, kissing, fingering. First one, then two, he’s not only stretching me but feeling for the way my body is, how I respond, what angle he should insert at.

There’s little pain as he does this, unlike my first time, but there is that strange sensation of abnormality at first, the body’s confusion about what’s happening. There’s a lot going on though, so I don’t focus on it. The other man has come off the bench, he introduces himself as Ryan, and his friend is Diego, whose cock is already in my mouth. They crowd my face, and I alternate slurping on them. It seems to turn them on to make the whole thing a mess because they insist I switch rapidly and smear their spit-covered cocks around my lips and face when they aren’t in my mouth.

“Come on guhhhhgg…” They laugh as they cut me off, continuing the mild play. Spit drips off my chin, and precum fills my nostrils and covers my lips. I pant into their crotches, make-up smeared across my face.

It’s actually a surprise to me when Ben’s cock pushes into me, I huff on Diego’s shaft as Ben works his cockhead deeper. He’s opened me pretty well, and my ass receives him smoothly, but it feels very snug on my end.

Ben feels it too, “Holy shit, you are fucking tight!” My ass is clenching on his cock, and he groans loudly despite having just entered me.

Having three men enjoying me is an incredible experience, I feel so sexy, despite the mess they’re making on me. They’re excited, and horny as fuck, enjoying my body, it’s a huge turn-on, my cock is hard again despite only cumming minutes ago.

Ben starts fucking me, which Ryan and Diego approve of. They use the motion of his thrust to enhance their own pleasure, fucking my face as I bounce my ass against Ben.

It isn’t long before Ryan groans, and when Diego tries to take his turn Ryan says, “No, back… off. I’m…” He grabs my head and fucks my face quickly. I suck hard for him, looking up into his eyes and expecting him to feed me his cum, but he doesn’t. At the last moment, he pulls out, jerking himself. We lock eyes as he sprays across my face, coating my lips and nose in rope after rope of jizz. I smile and lick some from my lips.

“Damn you got her all messy,” Diego complains.

“I’ll clean her up,” my mother steps in front of me, kneeling down and kissing me. Much like with Henry and James, we share the cum, my mother licking it up and feeding it to me.

“Lay her next to me.” She tells the guys, who turn me to be lengthwise with the bed, my mother next to me. She gets on all fours and two men take their places, fucking her face and pussy. We’re holding hands as I slurp on Diego and continue taking Ben’s cock. God he has stamina, my ass is loving it too, pleasure just rippling through me.

I can now watch my mother as I service Diego. The way she goes down on a man is so hot, kissing and teasing him, keeping her eyes on him, taking it very slow when he is in her mouth. Making him cum is not her goal, rather she’s exciting him, prepping him to fuck her as hard as he can.

Ben is pounding me quite hard at this point, he is rapidly approaching climax, and I’m speared from both ends brutally as the men use me. Ben’s balls are slapping mine as my dick swings under us and I can’t believe it as I cum again. I groan and shudder as I take their loads in both my holes. Ben turns me over, kissing me. I wonder if I’ll be getting his number, if Mark doesn’t want me this this virile and attentive man would be more than acceptable!

Tom is back, turning me on my side, another man gets behind my mom and she turns, so that we are facing each other. The man asks my mother if he can fuck her ass.

“If you lick it good enough.” She tells him. He eagerly accepts this challenge, and I watch her eyes flutter as her rosebud is tongued.

She presses herself up to me, kissing me lightly as I’m entered, “Do you like their cocks fucking you baby?”

“Oh God yes mommy!” I forget to play her niece for a moment, but if anyone notices, they say nothing. We’re taken from behind, the men fucking us as we watch each other. I see her counting her orgasms, a woman thing, I always thought. I never imagined I’d be counting mine, but by the time we stumble into the house at six in the morning, cuddling and passing out on her bed, I’d had four.

* * *

It’s the first week of summer and I’m determined to confront Mark. I call him and ask if he wants to meet up, and we set a date at a local fast food place around 3 on Wednesday.

Not like a date mind you but… I do clean myself, down there you know… just in case…

I go in ‘normal’ clothes, although I wear some concealer and a pink tinted lip balm, liking how it makes my face look. Mark meets me there and we get some food, eating and chatting about the end of school and our excitement for next year.

“I’m kind of surprised.” He says.

“About what?”

“I thought you’d be in, ah, other clothes.”

Oh shit! My chest gets tight, “Did you, want me to be dressed differently?”

“No! No, but, I just, thought you might be. Now that school is over.”

“Well I, I haven’t really thought about making it like, full time.” This is a hard conversation because in truth I couldn’t explain how I felt about it to Mark, since I was so uncertain myself. After the pain of high school, the constant jeers, could I really just go out and introduce myself as Roberta?

“Well you can if you’re with me.” He says, and I’m kind of blown away. He’d be willing to be seen with me like that, in public?

“Thanks…” I said, thinking I should say more but choking. Tears threatened to burst out of me, “I need to pee.” I lied, rushing up to the bathroom. As I was about to close the door to the bathroom it pushed in, Mark forcing himself into the one person bathroom with a quick glance behind him to ensure none saw.

“Mark!” I whispered, confused.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me into the wall, kissing me hard. This wasn’t the most mature way for us to go about this I thought, but fuck did I like it. I kissed him back and wrapped my arm around him, sucking his tongue. He squeezed my ass, fondling the soft globes of flesh, and then pulled up my shirt, pinching my nipples. God, I was becoming so sensitive there, purring into his mouth in response. I wanted him to fuck me into the wall right then, but there was no way we could have time for that here.

He pulled off me, “Let’s go see a movie.” He said.

“Yeah,” I replied, without a care in the world about what movie he meant.

I don’t think he cared either, picking a movie that had been out several weeks. We sat in the back row, in the corner, and we sucked each other’s faces, my hand going into his pants. We petted and teased each other for the first thirty minutes, Mark even touched me, playing with my much smaller dick.

I asked him nervously, “Do you mind it?”

“It’s a sweet little joystick.” He reassured me. ‘Little joystick’ quickly became his way of describing my dick, which was fine by me, I was ecstatic that he would touch me there, and I wanted to please him. I looked around, the theater was almost empty, just enough people to scare me but, I wanted it.

“Can I suck you?” I whispered to him.

“We’re not leaving until you do.” He told me.

His hands guided my head down, my lips finding his cock quickly. It was hot in my mouth, warm from his excitement and my stroking. The position was awful, and I was terrified but, nothing was stopping me from cramming as much of him in my mouth as I could. I was aware of the danger, and was careful to make the least possible noises, avoiding gagging and slowly tonguing his head.

“Ohhh, that’s nice Roberta, suck it just like that. This will take a long time, get nice and comfy down there.” He whispered. I savored the slow rhythm of quiet adoration I applied to this hot young man’s member. This was the right cock for my mouth I knew, I wanted it all the time. Fucking whore girlfriend! I thought, dreaming of having him all to myself.

I risked a little more noise as he got close, making sure he finished with a powerful blast of cum into my gullet, with not a drop staining his pants. I didn’t let him out from my lips until he was almost soft, each bit of cum oozing out being collected by my tongue, so thorough in its worship of his tool.

“Did you like that?” He asked me, as he kissed my neck afterward.

“Yeah!” I hissed into his ear, “Did you?”

“Hell yeah, but I prefer you in dress.” I was a bit hurt by this but at the same time, I mean, I do too. His hand found my dick again, and he stroked me softly. I was on the edge of cumming when the movie ended, and I was eager to get him alone.

My mom was home, but that wasn’t stopping us. After she waved hello to Mark, with a big smile that he didn’t understand, we scurried to my mom.

I practically tore off my clothes, throwing myself at him, but he pushed me away. “No. Not unless you look girly for me.”

I agreed and tried to get something on quick, but he wasn’t having it. He laid back on my bed. “I’ve already cum today, Roberta. You need to make me want you, how sexy can you be?”

I sat down at my desk and applied makeup, he glanced over what I had and actually told me some of the things he wanted, picking colors and items. I was surprised by his knowledge of cosmetics.

“What do you think cheerleaders talk about?” He laughed. “Also, I make sure they also have lipstick and eyeliner on for me, I want to see the lipstick on my cock and their eyeliner run from the sweat and tears.”

The thought of him pushing himself to fuck me until I cried was all the motivation I needed to enthusiastically make myself up for him, spinning in several sets of clothes before he was happy.

“God, you’ve got more girl clothes than guys. You are always dressed like this at home huh?”

“Yeah,” I confessed. “I’ve only gone outside the house like this a few times.”

“And your mom knows obviously.”

“Yes.” I acknowledge.

He liked a pair of thigh-high socks I had, so that went on with my shortest red miniskirt and a matching long sleeved, square-necked, draw string shirt.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” He said. He’d turned on my radio to a comfortable volume, something to cover the noise with, and finally allowed me to crawl onto my bed with him, kissing me deeply. He started biting my neck and sucking hard, I’d have hickies but who cared, school was over. The bites hurt but, I liked it! “Bite me… yes, you can do it harder!”

He started testing me, pulling up my shirt and biting around my girlish chest, the pain eliciting a series of stifled yelps and moans from me, my legs trembled as he practically gnawed on my nipples. “Mark…” I whimpered, holding him to me, directing his mouth around my body, my dick hard from the mistreatment, or the ideal treatment maybe.

I gave out shuddering sighs as he rolled us over, his pants unzipping. He pushed my legs up and I reached down, pulling my panties to the side, we’d do this fully clothed I realized. Perhaps he intended this to make it easier for us to untangle if my mother should come, or perhaps he wanted me clothed to make me hotter, I didn’t care, all I wanted was his cock in me. He folded me practically in half, aided by my small frame, then he spat onto my hole and pushed the tip of his cock into the puddle, smearing it around.

I gripped the bedsheets tight as he pushed, expecting him to try to bury himself quickly, but he was more aware of my needs than I thought. Without the lube we’d used last time, he did go slower, pushing in a bit, spiting, repeat. He was working his spit into my ass, it was fucking filthy, and I loved it.

“Oh God make me your bitch!” I moaned at him, enraptured as I gazed up at my manly friend, the lover I most desired.

“You look so cute right now, a tight slut eager for cock.” A completely accurate de***********ion of how I felt, and how I wanted to look for him. I kept egging him on, groaning as he probed deeper, soon he stopped withdrawing, the head having passed my sphincter.

“You’re beautiful.” He continued to compliment me, his body pressing me down. Once again, he had me as Hayden had done my mother, but now I saw its disadvantage; I couldn’t kiss him! I wanted to so badly but, I’d have to wait because he was in me and there was no stopping this. I huffed as he withdrew, very slowly inching back down into me.

Mark displayed how strong he was then, holding us in that position entirely on his own, I was helpless and off balance, completely open to his control of my body. He held my legs and started fucking me. He tried to do so quietly, but the bed creaked some, and before long I looked over and saw my door had cracked. My mother smiled at me, and I giggled.

“What?” Mark asked, plowing into me and bringing his hips to my ass.

“Nothing,” I said, “Don’t stop!”

At some point, he became reckless in his need, our fucking raising in volume. My mother had left us to our lovemaking though, and I knew we were fine, so I encouraged him.

“Harder!” I cried, my dick wanted to burst but I also wanted to last until he did.

“Ohh, take my cock Robert, fucking take it you little fag.” In his excitement, he became cruder, but I didn’t blame him, he’d known me as Robert, not Roberta, for so long, besides nothing was spoiling the feel of his big cock splitting me open and pounding me into the bed.

“Ohh make me your girl!” I sobbed, my eyes tearing a bit.

Mark backed off just long enough to reposition between my legs, our mouths locking together. I sucked his tongue hard, the feel of his chest splendid as he pressed into me, my panty-covered ass slapping back against him.

“Fill me with your cum!” I whispered in his ear. “I’m your bitch fill me up! Fuck me harder come on, make your best friend your cock loving slut!” Those were my final encouragements, I had to gasp for air as I rocked back into him, oh my God I wanted to cum after him, but he wouldn’t… stop… fucking… me!

My exclamation, as I came onto my miniskirt and panties, was garbled sobs and whimpers, made through the eyeliner-streaking tears that ran down my face. It seemed as though he’d been waiting for this cue, and forced himself completely inside me, holding me still as he poured himself into me, searing drops of his seed planting themselves deep within my body. My whole body trembled under him, my arms holding him tightly.

People say that you never go ass to mouth but it didn’t seem weird or gross to me at all, I guess I’m more and more a dirty slut like my mom, cause I cleaned his cock after he fucked me without even considering, establishing a pattern, I’d always do this for him. I showed him my appreciation for drilling me so completely by tenderly licking his sensitive glans and balls until they shined.

Afterward he sucked my nipples gently to my contended murmurs of affection. I thought about how my mom wouldn’t have an issue if he slept over, and I had a feeling that he wouldn’t be spending much time at his ‘fuckpad’ this first year of college.

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