Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2012 17:05:27 +0000
From: Just Peekin <justpeekin@hotmail.com>
Subject:  The Invitation Chapter 6

This is the latest installment of a story about cross dressing and the
changes in a relationship between a young man and woman at college.  Bits
are autobiographical, but not as much of it as I would like!  If this is
illegal where you live, don't read it.  If this sort of thing offends you,
don't read it.  Please let me know if you like it, and where the story

might go, if anywhere.  I love feedback!
Enjoy.

Story codes MF, CD, Feminisation, FDom, 1st


"You see, we have to come up with something that would be so embarrassing
for you that there is no way that you would ever show those pictures of me
to anyone, regardless of how drunk you got, or how horny you got or how
pissed off at me you were," Sally went on. "Something that would be so bad
for your image as a red blooded male that you would never even be tempted
in a thousand years. You see what I mean? It's tricky."

Jack swallowed. It was true -- he had shown Mark a picture of Sally
masturbating. In fact he had sent it to Mark's phone, which probably wasn't
wise, but he'd been pretty drunk at the time. He had known he wasn't
supposed to but he felt compelled to share them with someone. He couldn't
explain why --he was proud of them and loved her so much that he had just
felt that he had too. He had chosen Mark because he was Jack's best friend,
and that he knew that he fancied Sally, at least a little bit. He also
thought that Mark could be trusted not to show them to anyone else when
Jack had sent them to Mark's phone. Obviously he had been wrong! And so
Jack had shown Lucy, and Lucy had told Sally, and now he was standing in
the middle of their lounge in a dress.  And lingerie. With no pubes. And
they had it on tape. This was bad. Really bad.

"So you see my dilemma sweetie? I simply can't take the risk that at some
point in the future you might have another moment of weakness and decide to
post the pictures somewhere, or send them to another one of our friends and
so I need to get myself an insurance policy. I'm sure you understand,"
Sally said to him, smiling sweetly. "What do you think?" she asked, turning
to Lucy.

"Well it's really not on that he betrayed you like that, after you let him
take the pics in the first place," Lucy replied who clearly had her part of
the script off pat. "So whatever it is, it is going to have to be bad, as
well as embarrassing! It's a shame you didn't get the little incidents in
Oxford Street on film. The one of him cuming in his knickers would have
been useful ammunition!" she laughed.

"Yeah," Sally giggled. "If only they had cameras in the changing
rooms!"Jack was thanking his lucky stars that they did not.

"He does look good in that dress though, and his tits look great!" Lucy
went on. "It would be a shame not to preserve it for posterity! And his
hair looks lovely like that - it must have taken you ages to sort it all
out. And who would have thought that his legs were so great or that he
would suit stockings so well!"

"You know, that's what I think," Sally replied. "It would be a real shame
to lose this whole scene and not have a historical record of it all. He
does look great -- and little black dresses clearly look good on him. And
you haven't even seen the whole look yet." She turned to Jack. "Sweetie,
show Lucy your knickers," she said.

"What?" Jack protested. The knickers in question were sheer black panties
with lace trim -- they were absolutely stunning, and they felt great on,
but they were entirely see through. If Jack showed Lucy his knickers she
would be able to see his shaved cock and balls too, and that would be just
too humiliating. "Look, you've got to be joking! I can't do that -- and
anyway Lucy is a girl and so has seen plenty of pairs of knickers before."

"Well, that's true, she is a girl, I can vouch for that, and she has seen
loads of pairs of knickers before, but she hasn't seen them on you," Sally
replied. "But we can ask her if you like. She might say no, after all."

"Not likely," replied Lucy, smiling. "I've seen you on video and in the
pictures that Sally took, and now I want to see you in the flesh, so to
speak!  Don't worry Jack - there's no need to be shy. I've already seen
everything after all!" she laughed.

"No way!" Jack protested. "It's OK when it's just you and me sweetheart,
but I'm not showing our friends too, and that's final!"

"Oh, I think you will, honey. Because if you don't then it's just possible
that some of these pictures might just find their way onto your Facebook
page!" Sally replied with a lovely smile. "And maybe onto fliers left all
over the Department at college as well. That would be a shame, wouldn't
it?"

"You wouldn't!" Jack exclaimed.

"I would, honey. I was really quite cross when you gave that picture to
Mark, but fair exchange is no robbery, as they say, and if you are a good
boy and do as you are told then I will forgive you. Now show Lucy your
knickers!"

Jack heard the steel in her voice and knew that further argument with her
was futile. He could walk out, but he was a mile from home and dressed as a
not unattractive young woman and he didn't fancy the walk. And in any case,
he realised, he didn't even have a door key! Alternatively, he could show
Lucy his knickers and appease his girlfriend. Maybe then they could put all
this aside and get on an enjoy the party. And if he did it now, before any
of the other guests arrived...

And then it struck him. Sally had said that he was the party. There was
no-one else -- just him. The whole thing was a set-up. Sally and Lucy had
contrived the whole thing just to get him to dress up so that he could be
made to look an idiot, and so that pictures could be taken to blackmail him
into never showing anyone the pictures of Sally again. He had been had.

"There isn't anyone else coming, is there?" he asked.

"No sweetie. It's just us," Sally replied. "I'm sure that we'll have fun
though!"

"But your birthday..."

"Oh, it really is my birthday on Tuesday, but the party is next weekend.
And Mark hasn't really popped out -- he's having dinner with his
parents. They did invite me as well, but as you can see I had other plans,"
Lucy explained with a smile. "You see I had to help a friend with this
little problem that she's having. It seems that she let her boyfriend, whom
she loves to death, take some pictures of her naked and masturbating and
things like that, and he went and showed them to someone else. Now she
needs to take steps to make sure that it never happens again. But she might
need a hand. That's what friends are for, after all. Now," she went on. "I
think that you should be a good boy and do as you are told. Who knows - you
might even enjoy it! And of course if you try hard enough then she will
forgive your little betrayal. After all, she is very forgiving and she
loves you very much!  Now," Lucy said. "Show me your knickers."

Jack swallowed. He could feel himself starting to blush, the heat rising in
his face. He knew that it was a fair cop - that there was no way that he
should have shown Mark the picture and that he was lucky not to have been
dumped on the spot. "OK," he said. "I'll show you my knickers but then
that's enough, OK? After that I get changed."

"Oh, I doubt it," Sally said with a bit grin on her face.  "Not until we
have done with you! Now get on with it. And put on a show!"

Reluctantly, Jack stood in the middle of the room, acutely aware of the
feminine clothes that he was wearing. His whole sense of himself was
somehow thrown out by it all - not least by the completely different stance
that wearing the high heels made him adopt. He could feel the swish of the
dress around his legs as he moved and the way that it swept against his
shaved and stocking clad legs. He could feel the straps of his bra as they
gently dug into his shoulders and the subtle way in which his breasts
pulled against his shoulders and altered his balance slightly. He could
feel the suspender belt gently gripping him around his waist and the straps
that went down to the lace tops of the stockings brushing against his
thighs, but most of all he could feel the way in which his cock and his
balls were held by the sheer knickers that he was wearing. The knickers
whose lace and elastic he could feel pressing into his flesh and rubbing
against his shaved crotch. The knickers that Sally had picked for him in a
shop in Oxford Street. The knickers that Sally now wanted him to show Lucy.

His hands went to the hem of his black dress and he swallowed as his
fingers took a light grip on the material. Maybe if he did this, he thought
to himself, they would let him off the hook. Maybe then he could get
changed - borrow something of Mark's perhaps. And then they could forget
all about it and he would never have to dress like a woman again.

Slowly he started to raise the hem of the dress. He could see himself
reflected in the mirror in the hallway and he had to admit that he looked
pretty good. As he watched, he saw the first hint of the lace from his
stockings come into view. The black lace band expanded as Jack lifted the
hem still further until he could see the fastenings of the suspender belt's
straps in the mirror. He paused, watching his reflection.

"That's good Jack," he heard Lucy say. "A little more."

Jack glanced over at the girls. Lucy had moved a little closer and was now
standing just behind and slightly to the side of Sally. Looking his
girlfriend in the eye, Jack raised the hem some more, revealing the top of
the lace band and the whole of the fastening on each smooth hairless
leg. He switched his attention back to the mirror as the smooth expanse of
skin was revealed, a little at a time.

Finally he paused just below the line of his knickers. He licked his lips
and glanced again at the girls who were motionless and almost breathless,
staring intently at the hemline of his dress.

Swallowing hard, Jack raised the hem a little more and the knickers came
into view. In the mirror Jack could see the indistinct image of his
hairless cock through the sheer black material of his knickers. The dress
climbed steadily higher until the whole front panel of the knickers was on
view, Jacks sleeping cock clearly visible nestling within the confines of
the sheer lacy garment.

"Wow, that is lovely," he heard Lucy say. "So much better than watching on
the webcam."

Jack expected Sally to say something about her friend lusting after her
boyfriend, but she simply said "Yes, isn't it? Jack, stroke it a bit for
Lucy so she can see it growing."

Jack couldn't believe his ears. "You want me to play with myself in front
of Lucy?" he asked, incredulous at the suggestion. But while his mind was
struggling with this latest revelation he held the dress up around his
waist.

"Well, when you think about it you already have. It's just this time you
will know she's watching!"

She had a point. Lucy had already watched him masturbating, but it had been
over a video link that he hadn't know about. This wasn't really all that
much different, was it?

"Go on, for me. Please?" Lucy said as she stepped up behind Sally and then,
just as Jack's hand closed over the shape of his cock within the knickers,
Lucy slid her hands under Sally's arms and gently held Sally's small
breasts through her cotton jumper. As Jack watched, Lucy squeezed Sally's
nipples through the material. Sally smiled, arching her back a little.

Jack felt his cock start to swell in the sheer knickers. He gave the shaft
a squeeze and then ran his fingernail down its length, luxuriating in the
sensation as he watched his best friend's girlfriend playing with Sally's
small but perfect tits.

"I think he likes it," said Lucy, with a huge grin.  "There is definitely
activity in those knickers! He is definitely enjoying this."

"Mmmmmmm!" replied Sally, closing her eyes and savouring the feeling of her
friend's hands on her breasts. "I think you're right. So am I," she
laughed.

"Well don't go getting too carried away," her friend admonished her with a
smile. "The night is young!"

As she spoke Lucy slid her hands down the front of Lucy's cotton jumper
and, reaching its hem, made the return journey inside the garment. Jack
could clearly see when her hands reached their goal as Sally jerked a
little as her friend squeezed her very sensitive nipples again. Sally
opened her eyes and looked over at Jack who, by now, had a rock hard
erection which was straining against the sheer knickers.

"You like?" she asked, leaning back against Lucy and allowing her friend's
red hair to cascade over her shoulder and down onto the modest swell of her
breast as Lucy bent her head down to kiss her on the neck

Jack said nothing, but nodded.

"Me too!" she said, smiling.

"Oh, he definitely likes," said Lucy, looking up from Sally's neck and
studying Jack's cock. "No doubt about that. I think it excites him. Would
you like to see more?" she asked Jack.

He nodded. Sally twisted around to face Lucy and the girls' lips met. This
was certainly no kiss of friends - even really good friends. The two girls
were exchanging a kiss between lovers, their hands roaming over the clothes
on each other's backs. Jack could feel his cock strain against the confines
of the lace and sheer knickers as it reached its full size. After a few
moments the girls broke their kiss and both turned their heads to look at
him.

"Well, that's enough for now, but anything could happen if you are good!"
said Lucy. "Now take off your dress for me -- I want to see the whole
ensemble."

By this time Jack had pretty much lost not only any remaining shreds of
self respect that he had arrived with, but also anything resembling self
control. All he could think of was that his fabulously attractive blonde
girlfriend was going to make out with her best friend who was herself a
stunningly good looking redhead, and that he was going to be allowed to
watch.

He turned away from the girls and, looking over his shoulder said "unzip me
please?"

Sally straightened up and allowed Lucy's hands to fall from her breasts and
out from the bottom of her jumper. She stepped over to him and reached for
the zip in the back of the dress. Jack held his hair out of the way as she
did so, unconsciously mimicking every woman asking for help with a zip. He
felt the zip descend until it stopped in the small of his back. He knew
that Sally and Lucy would now be able to see the horizontal strap of his
bra and the lace of his suspender belt. Still facing away from them both
the drew the dress forward so that it came away from his shoulders,
revealing the bra straps. He turned back towards the girls and lowered the
front of the dress slowly, revealing the black lace of the cups of the bra
holding his false breasts. Finally Jack pushed the dress down across his
flat tummy, past the suspender belt and finally past the sheer knickers now
straining against his engorged cock. Jack let the dress go as it passed his
hips and it pooled in a circle at his feet. He stepped from the circle and
stood before Sally and Lucy with his arms at his sides.

"Satisfied?"he asked.

"Very!"replied Lucy. "You look great -- that outfit really suits you, and
the heels do wonders for the shape of your legs."

"Look--he's really getting quite excited by all of this," said Sally,
looking at his the tent in his knickers.

Jack looked down. There, past his breasts and past the suspender belt he
could clearly see his cock straining against the material of his sheer
black knickers and although he could of course feel it and knew it was
there, somehow seeing it framed by the breasts, by the cups of the bra, by
the suspender belt and by the sheer black knickers served only to increase
his excitement, his feeling of naughtiness and his arousal. Definitely the
arousal. Because he realised that he was leaking. Down there past all the
lace and straps and lovely soft material Jack could clearly see a damp spot
on the front of his knickers from the pre-cum that was oozing from his rock
hard engorged cock.

"So I see," replied Lucy. "What do you think we should do with him?"

"I think she is a very horny girl who wants more than anything to be
fucked," said Sally with a mischievous smile. "And I think we should oblige
her."

Jack was speechless. He did not want to be fucked. He was not gay, and all
this dressing up wasn't going to change that. And besides which he wasn't a
'she!' Anyway, he reasoned, given that he was the only man in the house
there was thankfully little danger of him having to defend his anal virtue.

"That's a great idea! Perfect - let's do it!" exclaimed Lucy.

"Yeah, very funny," Jack interjected. "First of all I am not, in fact, a
girl, horny or otherwise. Secondly have no wish to be fucked, even dressed
like this. And thirdly I don't think either of you are equipped for the
job, so I feel pretty safe," he finished, just a little smugly.

"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that," said Lucy. "I have a funny feeling
that we might just be able to manage it between us! What do you say Sal?"

"Definitely and I thought you might say that, so hang on here a minute! And
what happened to that drink you promised us?"

Sally shot out of the room and up the stairs while Lucy stepped into the
kitchen and peered into the fridge.

"Red or white, Jack?" she asked.

"What?" Jack replied. "You are calmly going to offer me a drink with all
this going on?"

"It'll help you relax," she replied. "You look like you need it and God
knows I do!" laughed the pretty redhead.

"White please," Jack replied. Although it suddenly struck him that white
was an unusual choice as he only usually drank red.

Lucy smiled and poured three large glasses of white wine. She came back
into the lounge and handed one to him. As he took a sip she suddenly
reached out her hand and squeezed his now wilted but still definitely
chubby cock through his black knickers making him spill some of the cold
liquid on his chest. For an instant he was confused that he didn't feel
it. God, he thought to himself. For a second there I thought the boobs were
real!

"Very nice cock," Lucy murmured. "Not as big as Mark's, but not bad."

Jack jumped."Hey, don't do that. I'm not sure Sally would see the funny
side."

"Oh don't you worry about that," she replied. I'm sure that Sally won't
mind at all. In fact, I think she'll be fine with it"

"No way!" replied Jack with a note of determination in his voice."Anyway, I
could never be unfaithful to her."

"I know. And she knows that too. Don't worry, OK? You look great so just
relax and enjoy whatever happens." And with that Lucy stepped towards him,
rose on the tips of her toes and kissed him on the cheek.

Jack was pondering this strange advice and startling development when he
heard Sally coming down the stairs. He turned his head towards the
door. There in the doorway stood his gorgeous girlfriend. The denim skirt
was gone leaving just the suspender belt and stockings as she hadn't been
wearing any knickers.  The jumper was gone leaving her small breasts
exposed. But it was neither of those things that seized Jack's
attention. What seized his attention was the bright red phallus -- a good 8
or 9 inches long -- that was protruding from an equally bright red harness
that was nestled against her hairless pubis and held in place around her
slim waist and hips by black ribbon straps.

"Surprise!" she said with a big grin.

For a few seconds Jack was speechless, staring at the scarlet
monstrosity. It couldn't really be described as a cock as it wasn't very
lifelike but it did have what could only be described as a knob - a glans
which must have been an inch and a half across and which at its obscene tip
had a tiny little dent - clearly the urethral opening in the mind of
whatever deviant individual had designed this thing. The whole 9 inch
phallus curved upwards from a sort of red base plate that nestled above
Sally's pussy so that beneath the cock and its harness Jack could clearly
see her hairless pussy with its obviously swollen clitoris. It seemed like
he wasn't the only one who was enjoying this.

Movement caught Jack's eye as Lucy walk over to her near naked friend.  She
placed each of her hands on Sally's face and, tilting her friend's head
slightly to one side, kissed her passionately on the lips. Jack just stood
and stared. Somewhere in his mind the incongruity was apparent to
him. Three college students standing in the middle of this perfectly
ordinary student house. One - the redhead - was wearing a pretty blue and
white cocktail dress, although now without shoes. One, a boy, was standing
slack jawed in the middle of the room wearing lace topped black stockings,
sheer black lacy knickers and matching bra and suspender belt. The boy
seemed to have breasts. The final member of the group - the blonde - was
also wearing black stockings and suspenders. She was obviously a girl but
there was an enormous bright red phallus protruding from her groin. The two
girls were engaged in a passionate kiss. As Jack watched the girls Sally's
hands rose from her sides to cup the cheeks of her friends arse through the
material of her dress while Lucy's right hand left Sally's cheek and moved
to cup her breast. Jack could see Lucy's thumb stroking his girlfriend's
nipple, something that he knew drove Sally wild. He could feel his cock
begin to swell once again, pressing against the sheer material of his
knickers.

For what seemed like an eternity but which was in reality probably no more
than half a minute the three students maintained the scene. Lucy and Sally
locked in a tight and passionate embrace with Sally kneading and stroking
Lucy's bum through her dress and Lucy stroking Sally's ever-so-sensitive
nipple with one hand while holding her friend tight with the other. The
bright red cock stuck out past Lucy's hip to point accusingly at Jack whose
right hand was by now in his sheer knickers and squeezing his cock. Looking
down at himself again past his breasts he could see that the damp spot on
the front panel of his knickers caused by the steady leaking of his pre-cum
was now much wider than before.

Finally the girls broke apart.

"God this is making me horny!" laughed Lucy. "I wish that Mark was here!"

Sally laughed. "You always were ready for it, weren't you! In need of some
cock?"

"Cock would be perfect but right now I would settle for anything that
resulted in orgasm."

Sally laughed again. "Want me to use this thing on you again then?" she
asked.

"Hmm.  Maybe later. In fact, definitely later! Right now I need real flesh
and blood, not silicone or whatever that thing is made of!"

"Borrow Jack if you like," Sally replied. Jack's heart nearly stopped.

"What?"  he managed to ask.

Sally ignored him and went on. "He'll fuck you if you want him too. Or he
is great with his tongue. I mean really fantastic. Would you like to try
him?"

"I love being eaten! You sure you wouldn't mind?" asked Lucy.

"Not at all honey - that's what friends are for!" It seemed to Jack that
they were talking about him as if Lucy had asked to borrow Sally's bike,
not have sex with her boyfriend. Well, oral sex, but the distinction was a
pretty fine one. In fact, Jack wasn't sure if the oral act wasn't more
intimate that full on sex.

"Oh sweetie that would be so good of you," said Lucy and with that she
leant forward and briefly kissed Sally again. "Are you sure it's OK?
Because it would be just what the doctor ordered!"

"Of course it's OK silly," Sally replied, smiling. "After all it's my fault
you are horny -I know what having you bum stroked does to you!"

"That's so good of you - thanks. I love you guys so much!"

"And while he sees to you, I will see to him. With this." As she spoke,
Sally stroked her and down the 9 or so inches of the phallus protruding
from her groin.

"No way," Jack protested. You're not sticking that in me!"

"Oh, but I am darling. I've decided that this will be the forfeit that you
pay for showing those pictures. I'm going to fuck you while you lick Lucy's
pussy, and we are going to film the whole thing." As she spoke she nodded
towards a video camera that was sitting on top of the bookcase against the
wall and which Jack hadn't until that point noticed. The little red light
on the front of it was on.

"What? No way!," Jack exclaimed. "I don't want to be fucked, thank
you. Anyway, it's way too big! You'd never get it in."

"Oh, it's not as scary as it looks. See -- it's squidgy." Sally replied,
and to illustrate her point she squeezed the centre of the scarlet shaft in
her petite hand. Sure enough, the material of the shaft compressed in her
grip. "And of course we've been practicing, haven't we? The butt plug?
Remember? And my fingers?"

"But..."Jack began.

"No buts.  That's the deal. That's what's going to happen and if it doesn't
then the pictures we already have will go on a wider distribution than me,
Lucy and that old lady. She says you looked great, by the way."

Jack realised that she had planned this all along. She had known that she
was going to drag him around here and then fuck him dressed like
this. Well, one thing was for certain. He wasn't going to show anyone
pictures of her masturbating again in a hurry.

He looked again at the monstrous projection. No way that would go up his
arse. It would rip him apart!

"I can't sweetie -- please!" Jack pleaded. "It's too big for me!" Hang on,
that wasn't what he had meant to say. He had meant to say how it wasn't
right and that she shouldn't try to force him to do something against his
will, but all that had come out was a whine that the cock that his
girlfriend wanted to fuck him with was too big. What on Earth was happening
to him?

"Don't worry sweetie. It's not as bad as it looks, and I'll use plenty of
lube. And I've taken it!" Another revelation crashed wave-like against
Jacks storm batter consciousness. "You remember when I really wanted to try
anal sex with you but was afraid that it would hurt and that I wouldn't be
able to do it? Darling Lucy here showed me that I could do it by putting
this up my bum. Didn't you?"she asked her friend. Lucy nodded
enthusiastically.

"Oh yes.  What a night that was. And then you did me," she laughed. "And
then we took it in turns fucking each other in the pussy. What a night that
was!"

Jack was again wide eyed and slack jawed.

"Don't worry honey. We washed it between the bums and the pussies!"

"Hey," exclaimed Lucy. "I've just realised that the only hole in the room
that it hasn't been in is Jacks!"

"Well that settles it then. We have to fuck him with it now!"

"Well, there's no time like the present," quipped Lucy. "And I really do
need my pussy to be licked!"

As she spoke Lucy slowly raised her hand up her thighs under her skirt and,
grasping her knickers firmly at each side of the waistband, slowly began to
pull them.  Jack stood mesmerised in the middle of the room in his black
lingerie, his eyes glued to Lucy's dress and what was going on
underneath. Lucy's eyes were glued on Jack's. Jack had all but forgotten
what Sally was about to do to him, all but forgotten about the huge red
cock and all but forgotten that he was dressed as a woman and being
filmed. All he could see was a pair of white cotton microfiber panties
slowly appearing from under the hem of Lucy's cocktail dress. This was a
dream come true! Jack had long fancied Lucy and here she was wanting him to
go down on her - and with Sally not only not objecting, but standing right
there watching! OK, so he was wearing women's clothing, but what the hell!

Jack's view of Lucy's knickers continued to improve as she slowly pulled
them down her thighs. They were nothing particularly sexy - just plain
white full back briefs with a waist band about a quarter of an inch
across. Strange, though Jack to himself. I always had Lucy down as a thong
girl. As Lucy's thumbs reached her knees she unhooked them from the
knickers and, straightening up, allowed the garment to fall to the ground,
forming a little halo around her feet. She stepped out of the knickers,
never breaking eye contact with Jack.

"Jack, why don't you lie down on the sofa. I prefer to be on top when I'm
getting my pussy licked," Lucy giggled.

"And that will put him in the best position for me to slip this in!" said
Sally, stoking her new toy obscenely. "Lie down honey."

Jack lay down on the sofa as ordered. He was torn between being excited at
the thought of being allowed to lick Lucy's pussy and terrified at the
thought of being fucked up the bum but his now almost instant submission to
whatever Sally wanted and his desire for the forbidden fruit of being
allowed -- no -- told to lick Lucy's pussy overcame the fear. Lucy was
fabulous. Whereas Sally was a gorgeous slim and petite blonde with a bob,
Lucy was much taller - about 5 feet 10 inches - with red hair and a very
nice looking set of boobs which were anything but small. Jack had often
idly wondered what they would be like in the flesh, trying to catch the odd
peek out of the corner of his eye when Lucy was wearing a sleeveless top
when the four of them were together. Now it looked as though he might
finally find out!

"OK," said Sally. "This is going to work better if you lie squint on the
couch so that your feet are on the ground. Then you can look after Lucy
properly while I see to you!"

Jack was done protesting by now. If there was a reasoning part of his brain
left, it was telling him that she had all the cards, all the evidence, all
the pictures and the only thing he could do to get out of this was to allow
the girls their fun and then hope that they kept their end of the deal and
didn't show anyone.  Maybe when they had calmed down a bit and got their
sense of perspective back he might even get Sally to delete all the
pictures and video that she had taken. So Jack slid his stocking-clad legs
over the side of the couch and placed his feet flat on the floor, as
instructed. Sally smiled down at him.

"I think you're going to enjoy this," she said as she slowly stroked the
bright red cock protruding from her crotch. "Now then. Let's get you
ready."

As Jack watched from his prone position on the couch Jack watched as his
girlfriend took the two steps that separated them and knelt down on the
ground beside his legs.

She reached down and removed the court shoes that he was wearing.  "Don't
want you ripping the couch with these, now do we?" she said.

"That's a good point," said Lucy, stepping out of her own shoes.

Sally ran the backs of her fingernails up the insides of Jack's
stocking-clad thighs from his knees to the tops of the stockings, making
him jump a little. "You know what honey?" she said to him, looking down at
his knicker-encased crotch. "You actually look pretty hot in this. I think
we might need to make a habit of it!" She moved one hand to the front panel
of the sheer black knickers and rubbed his balls gently through the
material. "Maybe I should dress you like this all the time. What do you
think?"

Before Jack could open his mouth to protest that there was no way that he
was going to go around dressed in women's underwear and sporting a pair of
fake (but rather realistic looking) breasts she gently squeezed his
semi-tumescent cock and the sensation caused the words to die on his
lips. He could feel the pre-cum leaking from his penis again and looking
down between his breasts Jack watched as Sally milked his cock, making the
damp spot grow.

"He does seem to be enjoying it quite a lot, doesn't he?"  chipped in Lucy.

"Yes he does," Sally agreed.

"May I?" asked Lucy.

"Be my guest," Sally replied, making room for her friend. As Sally slid out
of the way Lucy leaned over and squeezed Jack's now once again rock hard
cock through his knickers.

"Nice. You're really hard, Jack. And wet." As she spoke Lucy slipped on
finder under the tented waist band of the sheer black knickers and rubbed
the tip of his cock with the tip of her finger, spreading the pre-cum
around his partly retracted foreskin. Jack shuddered at her touch. Lucy
withdrew her finger and popped it in her mouth.

"Nice," she commented. "Very tasty."

Sally leaned forward again and hooked her fingers into the waistband of the
knickers. She began to slowly pull them down, causing Jack's cock to slap
against his stomach as it was pulled down by the knickers and then suddenly
released. Lower and lower Sally pulled the knickers, sliding them across
the sheer nylon of Jack's stockings and driving him nearly wild with
sensation.  Finally they reached his ankles and he felt Sally raise his
left foot, leaving the wispy garment still on his right ankle.

"OK. Now I think we had better make sure that we use plenty of lube, it
being your first time and everything," Sally said. As she spoke she
produced a pump action bottle of lube that must have been hidden somewhere
in the room, as she certainly hadn't been carrying it when she came down
the stairs.

Pumping some of the lubricant onto the fingers of one hand, she opened
Jack's legs with the other. Lucy watched the whole process intently. Jack
felt the warmth of Lucy's hand on his balls as she lifted them out of the
way, presumably so that she could get a better view of his arse.

"Here, let me," said Lucy.

"Oh thanks," her friend replied and Jack felt a Sally's hand leave his
scrotum and be quickly replaced by another. He squirmed a bit as Lucy
lifted his balls. Her other hand took a firm and, as far as Jack was
concerned, completely unnecessary grasp around the shaft of his cock.

Jack started again as he felt something cold against the sensitive skin of
his arsehole and realised that it must be the cool lube on Sally's finger.
He felt her circle around his hole a few times and then alight on the
centre of this most private and sensitive of spots. Involuntarily he
tensed.

"Relax, honey," he heard Sally say. "Just like I have to when you lube me
up!"

Jack made a conscious effort to relax, but that was no easy thing with his
girlfriend about to violate his arsehole and her best friend with his balls
in one hand and his cock in the other. He felt the pressure on his arse
increase steadily as Lucy pushed her finger against its resistance until
suddenly that resistance ceased and suddenly her finger was inside. Sally
rested for a moment, her finger in his arse up to the second knuckle.

Jack's eyes were closed. He heard Lucy say "See, that wasn't so bad, was
it?" and he jumped a little as he felt her hands very gently squeeze his
cock and balls.

"No, I guess not," he managed to say.

Lucy's finger slowly started to move around inside him. He felt pressure
against the front wall of his back passage, just at the point she had
rubbed the previous night. The sensation was again not at all
unpleasant. Then Jack felt additional pressure against his sphincter. She
was trying to put two fingers in! His eyes opened and he stared unseeing at
the ceiling as he felt his anus being stretched by the tip of the second
finger as it sought to join its colleague. Again Jack tensed, inadvertently
clamping down on Sally's finger and making his back rise a little from the
couch.

"He needs to relax," he heard Sally say.

"Let me try this," Lucy replied.

Jack felt Lucy's hand release his balls suddenly, allowing them to fall not
against his buttocks, but rather onto the hand that Lucy was using to
violate his arsehole. An odd sensation!

"I know you like knickers, Jack," he heard Lucy say.  "Sally told me you
play with hers all the time. You wear them, and you wank in them and you
smell them." As she spoke, Lucy gently masturbated Jack's bald cock with
her hand. "Is it just Sally's knickers Jack? Or do you like all girls'
knickers?"

Jack was unable to answer. In truth it was all knickers. It was a weird
fetish-type thing that he had had as long as he could remember and he had
always taken the opportunity to indulge it whenever the chance came up.

"How about these?" he heard her say.

As she spoke Jack's eyes were drawn to movement at the lower edge of his
vision and when he focussed on the source of that movement he saw that Lucy
was holding in her hand - the one that wasn't wrapped around his cock - a
crumpled white mass of cotton. She was holding the knickers that Jack had
just a few minutes ago watched her take off.

"Do you want to smell my knickers Jack? A little pre-taste of what you're
going to get in a minute!"

Slowly Lucy offered up the crumpled white mass so that Jack could see them
properly and then lowered the little delicate garment over his mouth and
nose, gently holding it so that he could inhale the aroma of her knickers
without his breathing in any way smothered. The scent was divine.

Jack's eyes closed again as he savoured the scent of the woman whose pussy
he was apparently about to lick. As his eyes closed, Lucy once again
started to gently masturbate his cock.

"That's good, honey," he heard Sally say. "Relax."  And as she said it Jack
felt Sally push slightly harder and felt her second finger pop into his
arse.

Sally held still for a few minutes to let Jack get used to being stretched
like that. Occasionally she would stroke the insides of his arse with the
tips of her fingers, and all the while Lucy gently masturbated him while
holding her own knickers - that until a few minutes previously had been
covering her own pussy - gently over his mouth and nose.

After a few minutes Jack felt the fingers disappear from his bum. He heard
the noise of the pump dispenser and then once again was stretched as the
fingers returned - both together this time.

"Got to make sure you're properly lubed up!" he heard Sally say as she
gently worked her fingers in and out of his arse and round and round.

"OK," she said after a few more seconds. "It's time for you to loose your
virginity, Jack."

Jack swallowed, still very uncertain that he wanted to go where she was
leading, but resigned to the fact that he could do nothing at all about it.

Lucy removed the knickers that had been obstructing his view down his body,
and as she did his eyes were drawn to Lucy. She was kneeling up between his
stocking-clad legs, naked except for her own stockings and for the obscene
bright red cock protruding from her bare pubis. As Jack watch, Sally pumped
some of the lube onto her hand and then, grasping the phallus firmly, began
to masturbate it, spreading the lube all over its bright shiny red surface
as she did so. Jack's mouth was suddenly dry. Excited as he was at the
prospect of being able to not only see but also to luck Lucy's pussy, he
was frankly terrified at the prospect of his virginity being taken by Sally
with that thing she was stroking.

He was aware that Lucy had moved up onto the sofa and was now kneeling next
to him, watching Sally as she got ready.

Finally satisfied with the lubrication job she had done on the fake cock,
Sally shuffled towards Jack's stockinged and spread legs. Her hands grasped
his lower thighs through the black nylon and moved his legs a little
further apart, allowing her to move in between them. Then releasing his
legs, Sally gently cupped his balls and lifted them clear of his crotch to
allow herself a view of the target. The video camera on top of the bookcase
caught the whole scene.

Taking the shaft of the fake cock in her right hand, Sally directed the tip
to Jack's virgin hole. Having found her mark she paused and smiled at him.
"Don't worry, sweetie. You'll love it, but it might be a bit uncomfortable
at first."

As Jack watched she leaned forward a little and began to apply pressure.

"Remember to relax," she said.

Fat chance of that, Jack thought to himself. He could feel the intruder
press against his hole. As the pressure increased he could feel the
resistance begin to give and his arse begin to stretch to accommodate the
seemingly huge knob. Sally increased the pressure little by little, and
Jack could feel his arse spreading wider and wider. More and more Sally
pressed, her right hand on her fake shaft and her left still cupping Jack's
balls. He felt something take his own hand and, glancing across saw that
Lucy was now holding his hand, her eyes glued to his crotch as she watched
her friend take his virginity.

More and more Sally pressed and Jack could feel the end of the phallus move
further and further in, his arse stretching wider and wider until he
thought he was going to tear and then ever so suddenly the resistance
stopped, the pain was reduced and the end of the bright red cock slid into
his body.  Sally had done it. She had taken his virginity. Jack could feel
the shaft of the cock gripped firmly by the muscle of his anus and could
feel the sense of stretching in his back passage where the wider head of
the cock now rested.

"Well done, sweetheart. You've done it and I am so proud of you," Sally
said, looking down at him. Jack looked downwards. There, past the black
lace bra covering the firm round breasts and past the lace and elastic of
the suspender belt; past the smooth hairlessness of his crotch and the now
deflated and smooth shaved cock he could see the bright red shaft
disappearing between his legs. Sally was fucking him.

She remained still for a few seconds more, allowing him to become used to
the strange sensation of having something inside his body, and then, very
slowly, she began to move. Sally was very gentle, slowly sliding the red
monster in and out of Jack's hole but being careful not to draw out too far
and allow the knob to emerge. She had by now let go of the shaft and as she
settled into a slow and steady rhythm she took his cock in her little hand
and began to masturbate Jack in time with the gentle thrusting in his
arse. Her other hand still cupped his balls.

In response to the by no means unpleasant sensations in his arse, the
gentle cupping of his balls and the slow and rhythmic massaging of his
cock, Jack once again started to get hard. As Sally began to fuck him a
little harder, he could again feel the subtle tug of his breasts as they
moved around on his chest, and became more conscious of the straps and lace
of the bra and suspender belt as he moved on the couch.

After a few minutes he heard Sally say "why don't you climb on now."

Jack wondered for a split second what she was driving at, and then he
remembered. Lucy.

"Are you sure you don't mind?" he heard her say, and he was pretty sure
that she wasn't addressing him!

"Not at all," Sally replied. You deserve it for being such a good friend!"

Jack felt Lucy's weight shift on the couch and then saw her knee go past
his nose as she positioned herself to sit astride his face, facing Sally,
the skirt of her dress held around her waist. As she knelt down astride his
head, Jack looked up and saw her pussy. A neatly trimmed red bush with
coral pink lips and a hint of something redder within. Jack inhaled deeply,
savouring the smell of her pussy, now mere inches from his nose, and adding
that sensation to the ones he was receiving from Sally.

Lucy's pussy started to descend towards his face and then stopped. Lucy
raised herself up again and held her dress out of the way so that she could
look him in the eye.

"Oh, one more thing. Poor old Mark got so horny earlier on that he begged
me to let him fuck me, and I can never say no to him! You see, he knows
that he won't see me tonight because he's at his folks' house, and he knows
that we both need to do it every day! So I let him fuck me earlier on, but
that was hours ago and so his cum should have all gone by now, well, at
least as far as my knickers!" she laughed. "So it will be a bit messy
maybe, but we already know that you don't mind a bit of cleaning up. Don't
we Jack?"

Sally laughed again at that, remembering how Jack had cleaned his cum out
of her pussy the previous evening.

"No, he doesn't mind. In fact it seemed to add a certain something, but
that might just have been my imagination!"

Jack opened his mouth to protest, but at that precise moment Lucy let go of
the skirt of her dress, which fell around Jack's head like curtains,
cutting him off visually from the rest of the room. All he could see now
were Lucy's creamy white thighs, the inside of her dress and her wet
pussy. But he couldn't see any of that for long as Lucy immediately lowered
her pussy onto his mouth, choking off whatever protest Jack might have been
about to make.

Suddenly Lucy's pussy was covering Jack's mouth and he could feel its
wetness against his lips. Her thighs were either side of his head and
directly before his eyes was the pink puckered rose bud of her anus.

Part of Jack wanted to recoil from the revelation that this pussy he was
about to lick had that very same day been filled with his best friend's cum
but Jack had nowhere to move to and absolutely no self respect left. So he
parted his lips, stuck his tongue out a little way, and tasted Lucy's pussy
for the first time.

Her taste was stronger than Sally's and a little saltier. He could also
taste the earthy tang of cum, just as he had the previous night when Sally
had made him go down on her after he had ejaculated in her. Oh God, he
thought. That's Mark's cum.  He was eating his friend's cum from his
friend's girlfriend's pussy while he was being fucked by his own
girlfriend.

As these thoughts raced through his mind a glob of thick creamy fluid fell
from Lucy's pussy into his mouth. The taste was earthy and salty and a
little bitter and he knew beyond doubt that it had been a part of the
deposit that Mark had left there earlier. Meanwhile Lucy was warming to his
attentions. With his tongue firmly inserted in her vagina, she was rubbing
her clitoris on his chin and bringing herself closer to orgasm, making her
juices flow and releasing the residue of Mark's earlier visit. At the same
time Lucy remained busy at the other end, rhythmically fucking him and
stroking his now once again rock hard and leaking cock.

Lucy's gyrations became steadily stronger and Jack could hear her pant and
begin to moan a little until she reached her climax and came to a
shuddering halt on his face, juice almost running from her vagina and her
clitoris now greatly enlarged.

Jack imagined that Lucy would now dismount, so to speak, but after a few
seconds' rest she began to move once again. At the same time Lucy began to
thrust harder and less rhythmically -- it was apparent to Jack that she was
going to cum too.

With his tongue now once again fully engaged in drawing the nectar from
Lucy's gorgeous pussy, Jack could only lie there and experience the
incredible sensations of the underwear pressing into his flesh, Lucy's body
on his face, Sally's hand on his cock and her bright red strap on dildo
buried deep within him. He could hear Lucy offering quiet words of
encouragement, helping her friend towards her climax and he could hear
Sally's soft pre-orgasm moans. The volume of the moans increased even as
their pitch rose and they became closer together. Harder and harder she
fucked Jack with the strap on until she was giving him roughly what he was
used to giving her. His arse was getting used to the unfamiliar sensations.

And then she came. He could hear her moans and felt the jerking of her
perfect body even as she fucked him senseless, squeezing and tugging on his
cock. He felt her hand squeeze his stocking-clad thigh as her orgasm
overcame her and as she jerked the cock in and out of his arse. Lucy rubbed
herself against his face as she watched her friend cum. Finally Sally went
rigid and then relaxed.

After a few seconds the pressure in his arse increased and changed --Sally
was pulling the cock from his arse and the bulbous head was once again
going through his hole, but this time from the inside. For a few seconds
she was gone -- her hand gone from his cock, nothing touching his thigh and
no cock touching his arse.

But she wasn't gone for long. After a couple of seconds Jack felt the tip
of the strap on dildo once again probing his opening and felt a hand once
again close around his cock. The entry this time was much easier and Jack
even managed to enjoy the sensation as the knob of the dildo overcame the
resistance in his arse and slipped in.

Lucy slid backwards a little and Jack felt her clitoris, now very
prominent, touch his lips. He sucked the morsel into his mouth, determined
to wring another orgasm from Lucy as Sally fucked him again.

He ran the underside of the tip of his tongue underneath Lucy's foreskin,
luxuriating in the sensation of his tongue on the bare surface of the
sensitive organ. He could feel the orgasm growing in the woman sat astride
his face, and this growing excitement was mirrored in the increased urgency
of the fucking that Jack was getting, and in the faster and firmer stroking
of his cock. He could feel Sally's free hand stroking the tops of his
stockings and playing with the straps of his suspender belt, occasionally
pausing to touch his bra and squeeze the silicone breasts within. Jack's
own excitement was rising to match that of the two women in whose complete
control he was.

Faster and faster Sally fucked Jack's arse. Harder and harder she wanked
his cock. Deeper and deeper he sucked Lucy's clitoris into his mouth,
treating it almost like a little cock. Jack could feel his orgasm rising
from the base of his spine. Higher and higher it rose until it broke over
him and he arched his back as the feeling swept though his body. He felt
spurt after spurt of cum gush from the end of his cock and land all over
his chest and stomach and even felt some splash on his chin. As he came he
felt his two companions reach their own crises so that they became one
great orgasming animal, grunting and moaning as they each became lost in
the sensations.

Finally, they returned to reality. Jack relaxed back onto the couch with
Sally's fake cock still in his arse, but feeling smaller now. Jack supposed
he must be getting used to it being there. Lucy stirred, having flopped
forward after her own orgasm and at the same time he felt Sally pull out of
his arse.  Jack felt some of the lubricant running down the crack between
his cheeks.

As Lucy lifted herself off his face and her cocktail dress fell back down
to hide her soaking wet pussy Jack was able to see once again. He looked
down towards Sally, eager to make eye contact with his beloved girlfriend
and show her that, even though she had just taken his virginity and - even
worse - made him cum all over himself in the process and even though he had
just performed that most intimate of acts on her best friend and at her
insistence, she was still number one. As Lucy's leg crossed his face and
she returned to her earlier position, kneeling on the couch next to Jack's
head, Jack could see once again. Immediately, his eyes sought out his
girlfriend. But looking back at him was his best friend Mark.

Jack jerked up slightly, unable to believe what his senses were telling
him. The change of position allowed him a better view of Mark and his eyes
were unconsciously drawn to his best friend's crotch. There in a nest of
light brown pubic hair he saw a wilting cock, still glistening with lube
and leaking the final drips of the cum which he had clearly just left in
Jack's arse. His hands were still on Jack's stocking clad knees, and on
Mark's right hand there were traces of the cum that he had just enticed
from Jack's own cock. As Jack stared open mouthed at his friend he could
feel that cum that Mark had just left in him trickle down between his
smooth cheeks to pool on the sofa beneath him.

And there, kneeling on the floor next to Mark and with a video camera in
her hand and the strap on still rising threateningly from her beautiful
bare crotch, was Sally.

"What the fuck..." Jack stammered.

"Surprise!" Lucy quipped. "But the last one, this time. I promise."

"No this is too far. What the fuck have you done?" he asked his friend and
his girlfriend. Before Sally could speak, Mark answered for her.

"Sorry dude. Always really wanted to do that to you and when this little
opportunity came along I just couldn't resist!"

"You fucked me?" Jack demanded incredulously.

"So it seems man," Mark replied, absent mindedly squeezing his cock as he
spoke, causing a little more cum to leak out. "You catch on quick!"

"Look, it's not so bad," explained Sally. "We had this little problem, and
Lucy knew that Mark really desperately wanted to fuck you, and so we just
put two and two together..."

"You're gay?" asked Jack, looking at Mark and barely hearing what Sally had
said.

"Nah! I'm bisexual. Always have been. I guess you are too now," he smiled.

"Yeah not fucking likely!" Jack shot back.

"Really? Well, when I came in the room you were dressed as a girl and lying
on your back with your panties round one ankle while eating out my
girlfriend. Meanwhile your own girlfriend was pegging you with a strap on -
one, which I might add, has been up my bum more than a few times. It was
quite a sight to see, I can tell you. All I did was to take over from Sally
and you fucking loved it, as the rock hard erection that you threw up
demonstrated. And it didn't take much to make you cum, now did it? Now you
have my cum dripping out of your arse as well as drying on your face,
because you have also just cleaned Lucy's pussy of the little deposit I
left there earlier. Sounds pretty bisexual to me! By the way, you look
fucking hot in that underwear!"