Date: Sun, 26 Jun 2011 07:13:59 +0100
From: joanne kittencat <joannekitten@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Reluctant Cheerleader

My name is John. I have a twin sister called Julie. We are not exactly
identical, but we are very similar in features. We had both entered our
first year at college at the same place. It was nearing the end of the
first year, and although we had separate interests we still spent a fair
bit of time together.

I am your average Joe, not big enough for any of the major sporting teams,
but at 5'6" tall, with a wiry frame, I am quite decently fit, good at
gymnastics, but no great shakes elsewhere. I had a wide range of friends,
mostly from my class, but also from a photographic society I had joined in
the early months.

Julie was more gregarious than I was, and had a much bigger social circle.
She was pretty, and at 5'5" and of slender build she was also pretty good
at gymnastics. That had led her to get a place on the cheerleading team who
were evident at every football game and also some of the other bigger
sporting days. She spent a lot of time in training for this. This meant she
was friendly with a lot of the sporting types, who of course she had had
many dates with, as that is just the way college is.

I had had a few dates myself, and a couple of minor relationships. The most
serious had been with Marcy, one of Julie's classmates, who was also on the
cheerleading team. Marcy had gorgeous black full hair, a fabulous smile and
Angeline Jolie type lips which made her an excellent kisser. She also
utilised those lips majestically as a cocksucker. She had made it plain
from day one that she wasn't going to put out for sex with just any guy.
She intended to keep her cherry for someone special. However, giving blow
jobs is something lots of girls will do to keep a guy happy, as it has no
subsequent risks. Marcy was one of those girls. I already knew some of the
guys had talked about her being a great cocksucker, but probably frigid as
she wouldn't go any further. It's the way guys talk.

It was a surprise when I asked her out and she said yes. Marcy was also in
the photographic society, so we did have something in common. We were
together for six glorious weeks, when she blew me several times a night. I
liked her a lot, but she just wouldn't let me go further. I got to play and
suck on her tits, I even got my fingers in her pussy, and she would let me
lick her out and bring her to climax that way. Every time I did this I
tried to climb on top with my raging hard-on desperate for release inside
her, but she wouldn't allow it and although her blow jobs were a great way
to finish, it just made me frustrated that I wasn't getting full sex.

Especially when a girl I met at a party was keen to show me what I was
missing. That night I went off with Sue for several hours of bumping and
grinding. This was different class. I finished with Marcy the next day, and
embarked on a whole string of full-sex experiences that made me quickly
forget how I had enjoyed Marcy's company.

The problem with this was the number of times we saw each other after
that. I would spend many afternoons with Julie, as we were close. Marcy
would often be around there, with the two of them practising routines. It
would soon turn to bitchiness between me and Marcy. For a start, I would
help them with their routines. I would be judging how close together there
movements were and would only have to say something like, "Marcy, you missed
your turn their, you were on the wrong foot? and all hell would break
loose. She would start accusing me of being a bastard for screwing around
and I would let her know exactly why I had left her. Julie would often have
to step in and smooth things over.

Sometimes I would stop them in their routines and show them how they had
made a mistake, or when they weren't enthusiastic enough in their star
jumps. I helped with their routines that often, that I knew them back to
front and could probably have performed a full routine if asked. That is
where the trouble started. With about two weeks to go to the big year-end
game against San Diego, when thousands would be attending, one of their
training moves went wrong. I think it was Marcy's fault, as she got too
close in a spin-turn, but they collided and Julie tripped and stumbled
forward. The problem was that they had been in mid-jump and the collision
caused Julie to land awkwardly. She let out a yelp of pain. We sat her down
for a minute, but her ankle started to swell. We had some ice in the
freezer, but the swelling was looking nasty. Julie was in tears, as this
looked like the sort of twist that could take a week or two to go down, and
there were a few more training sessions before the big performance and one
minor match tomorrow.

I got the phone and started to dial the coach's number, but Julie begged me
not to. She explained that there were several reserves waiting to step-in,
and if she dropped out now, she would definitely miss out on the final
game, which she had set her heart on, especially as Mom and Dad had already
made plans to be there. We sat around for a while, me bitching at Marcy
that it was her clumsiness and it all kicked off again. Julie was in more
tears and I was upset for her. We agreed to wait a couple of hours, see how
it felt that evening and make a decision then. I left them together,
huddled on the sofa, Julie's head in Marcy's shoulder and left to get
something to eat.

I took an hour and a half to get sorted out, when I returned to Julie's
room. She was looking a little cheerier now and as it was Friday night,
they were both sharing a bottle of wine, so I grabbed a glass, poured
myself a slug, and sat down. "Well at least you look like you are happier
about it all now," I said. "Yes, it feels bad now, but I have had a similar
twist before and it should be OK to walk on in two days and train on within
seven. That just means I have to find a way around tomorrow's game and
Wednesday's training session and I should be fine." I was surprised, and
said so. "Woah, won't they need someone else to take your place for those
two? Won't that put your place at risk?" She welled-up again, ?Oh shit, I'd
not thought of that. Sarah is first reserve and if she performs well
tomorrow, she'll probably stay in the team." There were more floods of
tears. I was upset for her too, and also cried with her.

Eventually Marcy broke it up. "Guys, we can all see this is devastating for
Julie, but crying won't solve it. She obviously will miss out, unless we
can come up with a plan, do we agree?" We chatted for a while, suggesting
mad things like trying to get tomorrow's game called off, locking a number
of the cheerleaders away so that they couldn't perform either, really daft
things. Then Marcy threw her curveball, ?You know, if John went along
dressed as Julie, no-one would know you weren't there?. I had a good laugh
at this, but after a few seconds I realised the two girls were looking at
each other seriously. ""No. listen, it could work. You two do look very
alike, and John, you know the routines and could perform them without a
problem. It really could work?. Julie was in agreement, ?John, with a
little work on you, you could pass it off and no-one would know."

I protested wildly, no way, stupid idea, how could I look like a girl,
everyone would know, I'd be thrown out of school, etc. But the more we
talked, the more persuasive they were becoming. Julie was started to plead
with me, she needed this, it was important to her. I could feel the
desperation, and the wine was beginning to cloud my judgement. Eventually
Marcy suggested I try on the cheerleader costume. Even better, she offered
an incentive. She point-blank offered to give me a sensational blow-job,
there and then, if I would just try on the outfit. Julie was embarrassed
and told Marcy off as there was nowhere for her to go, with her ankle
strapped, and no-way was she watching her brother get a blowey. Marcy
suddenly seemed in charge, she grabbed the clothes, grabbed my hand and
said, ?Come on, my room is next door. Twenty minutes and we'll see if we
can agree.

Now this had me hard in an instant. Another fantastic blow-job was ready
for me now, and I hadn't been with a girl for nearly two weeks, as I'd been
revising hard, and the chance just hadn't happened. I was up and out of the
door in a flash, hand-in-hand with Marcy. As we got into her room I was
feeling pretty randy. I turned and went to kiss her. She turned her head
and told me this wasn't for me, she was doing it for Julie, so no messing
about. I'd get my blow job if I carried out some simple tasks. First I had
to strip, naked. Second, she brought me a pair of satin knickers to put
on. This was no big deal, and if anything they felt really good. Getting
into the tiny little skirt was a breeze. Then I had to put on one of
Marcy's bras. This was a little bit tight on me, but she told me it was
necessary to make the sweatshirt look right. Once on, she stuffed it with a
couple of rolled-up socks. Finally, the sweatshirt went over the top.

She took me to the mirror. It was weird, but it did seem I looked a lot
like my sister in this get up. It had happened a couple of times when we
were around 10 and 11. Mom took us to fancy dress parties in the same
outfits, and we looked OK then, but this was grown up stuff. Marcy told me
I'd need some work on my greasy lank hair if this was to work, but that
could wait. She knelt down before me and took my erection out of the satin
knickers. She started to suck and lick it, and I started to shiver with
excitement. After a couple of minutes, she stopped and told me to go over
to the mirror. She insisted that if I was to get my blow job there were a
couple of other things to do first. First, she made me stand still while
she painted my eyelashes with heavy mascara, similar to the way Julie wore
hers. Then she told me I had to put on some lipstick, then the blow job. I
would have probably chopped off my leg at that point, so putting on some
lipstick seemed no big deal either. She gave me a tube of "Scarlett Red"
and told me to get on with it. I turned to the mirror, standing in front of
it, my hard-on jutting from my satin knickers, in full cheerleader outfit,
and started to put on the bright red lipstick. I was a little shaky, but
was just finishing what I thought was a good effort, when ?FLASH?, Marcy is
behind me taking a photograph of me in the mirror.

She put the camera adown, telling me that was just a little insurance to
make sure I go thorough with tomorrow, then she pushed me back onto the bed
and started to give me the best blow job even she had ever given. Just a
couple of minutes of sucking and licking, followed by her taking the head
of my engorged cock into her full sensuous lips had me bucking and coming
like I don't think I ever had. She looked at me and said, in a strange
tone, ?Well I don't remember you ever coming like that before. This whole
episode seems to have turned you on girly-boy?. I just took it as a bit of
a laugh, as I was lying there quite drained.

Once I had recovered my poise, we agreed to go back next door to finish off
the makeover.  Although Julie's room was next door, I was really nervous
and made Marcy go open the door first. Julie was astonished to see how
close to being an acceptable double I was. The most important change was
having my hair washed thoroughly, conditioned and blow-dried to have lots
of waves in it. It was realised that my hair was quite a bit shorter than
Julie's, but the easy story to cover that was that I had just had it
cut. Simple.

After the wash, Julie and I stood next to each other, looking into her
mirror. FLASH, Marcy took another photograph. "Just further insurance
sweetie-pie. I know you would probably do it for Julie anyway, but she's my
best friend and I want to be sure. Anyway, I know what a bastard you can
be, so I am not willing to take chances." Marcy picked up my male clothes
and flounced out of the room, shouting out behind her, ?Goodnight girls?,
putting lots of emphasis on the second word. We stayed up and chatted for
another hour, before I accepted my place of sleeping on the couch.

When the next morning arrived, Marcy returned to help Julie get me
ready. The clothing was straightforward enough. Little ankle-socks with the
sneakers, the same bra and knicker set from yesterday, and the cheerleader
outfit. We had to be in the locker room by eleven sharp, so were leaving
the room at 10:45. It was a bit embarrassing, as the renewal of my make-up
was more complete and was done whilst I was sitting at the dressing
table. Embarrassing, because I got a distinct hard-on, which I am hoping
no-one spotted. On top of the mascara and eyeliner, was a purplish
eyeshadow, a layer of foundation and blush and a light pink lipstick. I
think the hard-on grew to its hardest when they insisted I had to have
half-inch nails glued on and they had to paint them the same red as the
earlier lipstick, the one I had put on in Marcy's room. All the other girls
would have similar nails and colours, so it was needed. The sight of the
long nails was very erotic. The final spray of perfume made me a little
dizzy.

All the way through this, Marcy kept calling me demeaning names, like
"ladyboy?, girlyboy? ?pretty-girl? ?honey-buns?, that kind of stuff. I
actually was annoyed that Marcy was making this more difficult, but she
kept reminding me of the photographs. There wasn't much I could do. Marcy
knew I was getting annoyed and told me to ?take it like a man. Oh no,
that's a bit difficult for someone in your position, sex kitten."

We agreed that I would have to try and mimic Julie's voice, if I was to
pass muster. I tried using a higher voice, but it sounded daft. Julie
suggested I just pretend I had a cold and that Marcy would explain to
everyone.

The walk to the locker-room was quite an eye opener. Boys were whistling at
us. I assumed it was for Marcy, who looked sensational. However, one of the
football players, Butch Jennings, took a big pinch of my ass. I turned,
reddened, to say something, but realised I couldn't. "Come on Julie, no
hard feelings, eh. Except for down here." He guffawed, holding his crotch,
which showed distinct signs of an erection under his slacks. Butch would be
playing in the game later.

In the locker-room, the girls cooed around me, saying how sorry they were
that I had lost my voice and how nice my new hairstyle looked. They kept
asking me if I felt well enough to perform, and I just nodded. Out on the
field, the routine went really well. I didn't put a step wrong and the
crowd, small though it was, loved the whole thing.

I was just pleased the whole thing was over. Julie's absence hadn't been
noticed and I could get back to normality. Or so I thought. Back in the
locker-room, the girls began to get undressed. Brenda patted me on the
shoulder, ?Good show Julie, now come on, in the shower." Oh Christ, no. We
hadn't thought of this. Right next to me, Brenda stripped off her sweater
and then shucked off her bra, her beautiful breasts pointing right at me. I
was shocked into paralysis, just staring at these breasts bouncing in front
of me. Marcy took control. "It's OK girls, Julie is coming home with me for
a shower, but we'll both see you at the dance later." As we were heading
out of the door I whispered to Marcy ?Hold on, I'm not going to the
dance. This was for Julie and only involved the cheerleading." Marcy
stopped in her tracks and turned back in to face the girls. "Hey girls,
Julie says she's not coming to the dance. Do any of you want to come back
to my room and see some embarrassing photographs of her when she was
drunk?" A chorus of ?yeah's? went around. "Sure you don't wanna come to the
dance? Marcy whispered. "You are in my hands now, like it or not. You are
coming back to mine and we are getting ready for the dance. If not, the
photographs get downloaded to the cheerleader website. And guess what would
happen then?. The thought was too terrible to think of. I turned and we
walked slowly back to Marcy's room.

We argued for a while, I was telling her she was blackmailing me, she
reminded me what a bastard I'd been to her and this one night would be a
bit of payback. Eventually, I realised that as I didn't have her camera
(and I couldn't see where she was hiding it) for now I had to go along with
this. I got her to agree, just tonight and then I got the pictures
back. She agreed.

I stormed off into her shower. I was quite sweaty and took 1ten minutes to
scrub clean. As I got out of the shower, I could only find Marcy's fluffy
pink towelling dressing gown, so put it on and went out into the
room. Marcy burst out laughing when she saw me. I looked in the mirror. I
hadn't realised how make up smears when you get a shower. Not only was
there lipstick across my face, but the mascara had run too. I looked like a
circus clown. Marcy brought over a pack of wipes and carefully cleaned me
up. Then she went for her shower. I searched high and low for the
camera. If I'd found it, I'd have deleted the pictures and the fun would be
over, but no luck.

Marcy came out of the shower. She was towelling herself down in front of
me, her perfect breast swaying in front of me. Despite the arguing, despite
the fact that we had finished, I still fancied her like crazy. My dick
stood to attention and poked through the dressing gown. "None of that,
Johnny-girl, nothing for you until later. First the dance, then just maybe
I'll let you have one last blow job." Well that sounded promising.

I hadn't quite understood how long it took to get ready to go to a
dance. We went through a prolonged routine of getting ready similar to this
morning, but with a lot more detail added.

Marcy insisted on different underwear. I had to put on a garter belt, and
then Marcy slipped the sheer nylon hosiery up each leg, attaching them to
the suspenders at the top. She produced a matching pair of black bra and
panties. The panties were sheer satin, and by the time I was putting these
on I was having trouble getting my straining cock into them. I pulled the
knickers over my balls and as high as it would go, but 2 inches of my
hard-on poked out over the top. FLASH. Marcy was standing there
triumphantly. "Don't think you can delete these pictures sweet-cheeks. I
have downloaded the earlier ones to my website, and any funny business and
they will go viral." Damn.

Next came a further session of blow-drying my hair, as apparently it would
have gone straight again. The dress was a plain black thing, showing off a
large amount of my shoulders and reaching down to my ankles. There was a
huge split up the side, which went up to my stocking tops. I still had an
erection. This felt strange. It should have gone down by now.

Marcy had me step into some strappy black shoes, with 3 inch heels. "Your
feet are a couple of sizes bigger than mine, so these are the only shoes
that you will be able to get on. I am off to get dressed now, so you?d
better have a go walking up and down the room in them. I think you might
find it more difficult than you realise. See you later."

Boy was she right. I teetered around the room, stumbling, holding on to
furniture. I found it almost impossible to walk in a straight line. Julie
was back out 15 minutes later and I was sitting in a chair and told her it
wasn't working. Maybe she?d realise what a bad idea this was and let me
off. She looked fabulous in a white dress, but she wasn't bending. She
grabbed my hand and yanked me off the chair. She stood behind me and told
me to walk. I took a few faltering steps. She came behind me again, this
time holding my waist. She gently rocked my hips sideways and back
again. "Try walking with a bit of that in your steps?. I did and it was a
bit easier. After a couple more minutes Marcy decided that I was getting
the hang of it. It was time to redo our make up.

She sat me down at her dressing table. "This time, honey, we need to be a
little more dramatic. This is going out make up." I still had the long red
nails. They would be fine. Next came some shiny eyeshadow, a similar colour
to the purple she had wiped off earlier, but much bolder. The mascara and
eyeliner seemed bolder too. She drew a frame around my lips with a
pencil. Finally, the tube of "Scarlett Red" appeared and she used a brush
to fill this in. A touch of shiny lip gloss and a spray of perfume and she
was finished. She also put a diamante necklace around my beck, and I could
see in the mirror that I was indeed unnoticeable as a boy. I was Julie. The
evidence was before me.

Marcy was a bit quicker with herself and we were ready to go. She handed me
a black purse. "Just a couple of essentials, your lipstick and lip-gloss,
some wipes, and some money. We are ready to go. You and I are boy magnets,
but if I were you, be sure you don't chase after all the guys like you
probably want to. No snogging on the dancefloor." She was mocking me, but I
could see there was a point to be made. I would be to all intents and
purposes a girl, and I was used to hitting on girls. I knew what happened
at dances. This could be a problem. I was too damn convincing and would
have to keep my wits about me.

It was a short walk to the dance hall which was tough in those heels. Just
stepping off the kerb was dangerous. There was a slight wind, and when it
first blew and rustled the slit in my dress the feeling was incredibly
erotic. This felt much better than it should have done."

The first hour went OK. I still had the laryngitis excuse and we sat with
two of the other girls in a relatively quiet corner. Then Butch arrived. He
made a beeline for our table. "Hey Julie, gorgeous. I'm gonna get a beer,
wanna drink?" I shook my head. "No problem, but be ready for later. I'm
gonna get a dance with you." Oh God, I was going to have to find an excuse
to avoid that. Marcy was chuckling away.

Another 45 minutes went by and Butch came back. He stood there, with his
friend Norman. Marcy stood up ?Come on Julie, these two hunks deserve a
dance." Bitch. I tried to protest, but I was supposed to have no
voice. Butch grabbed my hand and off we went. We danced to the last part of
the song that was on as we got up, then the next one. Butch kept leaning
towards me shouting in my ear that I looked great and would I need a walk
home. Bloody hell. The next dance was quite lively and I stumbled at the
end of it. Butch caught me and pulled me close. He was a big strong boy and
I was next to his barrel chest, deep in his arms. He whispered in my ear
"I'd really like to fuck you Julie. You are the hottest girl here?. That
was a shock, and I pushed him away. He just grinned.

The song finished and I turned to go to my table. I sat down and saw Butch
and Norman chatting to Marcy. She chatted for a minute and hugged
Norman. Then she came back to the table. She teased me about us taking both
boys back to her room. I was horrified. She laughed and assured me she had
no such thing in mind. She decided she needed to pee and said it might be a
good idea for me to go with her to the powder room, and I saw she was
right. I was bursting for a pee too. We both went to the ladies. She
insisted on going to a toilet that was at the other end of the block, not
the one in the dance hall, as that would be too busy. She told me she
didn't think I could pee in the ladies without causing a stir. She was
probably right.

There were just the two of us there. She turned to me and pushed me against
the wall. "God I'm horny, let's make out? "Here?" ?Oh yes, kiss me and
let's go into a cubicle and I'll give you a present? Wow, another blow
job. This was excellent news. I snogged her, tongues probing. Then
FLASH. Butch and Norman were standing there, holding what looked like
Marcy's camera. I didn't know what to think.

Norman started, ?oh, ladies, what do we have here. And on camera too, a
pair of lipstick lesbians." Our mouths were smudged with lipstick. Marcy
had set me up, but for what purpose? ?Well girls, it sure is turning me on
to see you two ladies at it like that. We have evidence too? ?Marcy was in
control now ?Oh my God, Julie, if they post those on the web there will be
trouble. We could lose our place on the team. And there are the other
photos on there. Bastard, give me my camera back." God she was a fine
actress. What was next.

This was next. "Oh guys, what will we have to do to get the camera back?"
Butch leered at me. Norman's eyes bulged. "Well, how about a quick blow
job?" Oh Christ, no, please tell me this wasn't happening. I tried to get
out, but Butch was in the way. Marcy carried on ?Oh you bastards, but just
one blow job OK. Norman, let's get into this cubicle and I'll get this over
with. But I want my camera back." She led him to the cubicle.

Butch grabbed my wrist. "Hey, what about me?" Marcy turned around. "Come on
Julie, just one blow job for Butch. Then we get the camera back, with all
those terrible photos in it." She smirked, she was loving this. There was
no way out." Come on Julie, Butch junior here is aching to get some fresh
air. Take care of him for me? said Butch. He pushed me towards the cubicle.

Once inside, he grabbed me and started to kiss me, really hard. He took my
hands and pressed them down to his zip. "Take him out for me? This was
torture. I wasn't sure if I was more disgusted at this turn of events,
angry with Marcy for planning it, or terrified Butch would find out I
wasn't who, or what, he thought I was. Marcy seemed to be making quick work
of Norman who was moaning ?oh yeah, baby, suck it harder?. I took out
Butch's hard cock, a little bigger than mine, but not massive. It was
throbbing in my hand. It felt horrible, but it was a strange feeling to see
my red nails around it.

I decided I could probably get away with just wanking him off. I started to
move my hand up and down in a way I knew I liked. Butch groaned. This went
on for a minute or so, with Norman next door sounding like he was
close. "Oh yes, yes?. Why are you stopping?" ?Marcy called out, ?Hey Butch,
is Julie giving you good head?" ?No. she's just pulling me off." ?Butch, do
you want to get blown?" ?Oh yes, yes, but she isn't doing it. Marcy was a
cow." Come on Julie, a proper blow job. Or Butch will get the photos."
"Yeah, Julie, come on? said a panting Butch.

I was left with no choice. It was awful, but I might as well get this over
with quickly. I started licking and sucking Butch's cock. It was salty and
not pleasant. There was precum oozing out and at least it looked like it
would be quick. Norman grunted and it was obvious he was coming. God, Marcy
was good. I kept sucking at Butch's cock, and he seemed close. I knew I
liked my balls touched in my blow jobs, so I took my left hand and tickled
his scrotum with the tip of my nails, whilst pumping is cock with my right
hand. He grabbed my head pulling me closer, half his cock in my mouth when
he exploded. The first shot went straight down my throat. I pulled back and
Butch let go. The second shot hit me right in the face, and in my hair. I
heard a voice from above ?Hey Julie? and I turned and looked upwards.

FLASH. "Hey look, Norman has given me my camera back. We?re fine." I was
looking at this witch above me, who has forced me into giving another bloke
a blow job and had taken a picture of me on my knees, looking up, with
lipstick smeared over my face and cum dripping from my hair and my
chin. This couldn't be any worse.

The guys cleaned up and pulled up their trousers. It had been a little more
than fifteen minutes and thankfully no-one had come in. As he was leaving,
Butch turned and said ?Hey, Julie, you are a goddess. Any time you wanna do
that again just let me know. You were awesome?. Really? I had given what I
assumed was my first (and last) blow job, and I was awesome. Not the sort
of accreditation you want on your resume.

They left and Marcy burst out laughing. "Oh Julie, you are a great little
cocksucker. I never thought I'd enjoy a blow job quite that much. Well,
that is my revenge for how you've treated me. I feel much better now. Come
on, play time over, I'm done. I want to go back to my room now. You can
come with me sister, if you want. But let's freshen up."

She handed me my purse and I took out a wipe and cleaned up the spunk from
my hair and the lipstick from my mouth. Marcy handed me a breath
freshener. "Here, that'll take the taste away. A vital piece of kit for
every good cocksucker. You should get some." Very funny.

I took out the lipstick. It was a funny sensation opening the purse. The
long nails took some getting used to, and a simple task like undoing the
claps proved difficult. I found the lipstick and took it out. I was here,
in a ladies toilet, having just cleaned up from giving a blow job, with a
tube of 'scarlett Red? lipstick.  I took the top off and twisted out the
waxy red point. I looked at myself in the mirror, leaned forward and
started to apply it to my top lip. Christ, I suddenly realised my knickers
were straining as my own cock tried to escape. I was trembling as I put on
the rest of the lipstick. I pressed my lips together and blew myself a kiss
in the mirror. I was lost in this image of myself as a ?good little
cocksucker? with my pouting red lips and my shiny red nails.

The dream was broken by two other girls coming in. "Hey, Marcy, have you
and Julie just blown Butch and Norman? They are bragging about it in the
hall." Bastards. Are us men really that rotten. I hope Julie wouldn't
mind. If she found out she had a reputation for giving head in the toilets,
she might not like it. We headed back to Marcy's room.

When we were there, we had a glass of wine and sat down for a chat. We
talked for ages, and at no time did I feel the need to change clothing. I
felt comfortable. I even kept the heels on. I was beginning to realise,
that despite the episode with Butch, I actually liked being dolled up like
this. Every time I touched the top of my suspenders or my hand rubbed the
nylon, it sent shivers through me. Taking a sip of wine, and seeing
lipstick on the glass, MY lipstick. That felt sexy.

It was about midnight when the door knocked. Marcy opened the door and
Butch staggered in. He was a bit drunk. He came over and sat next to me. He
proceeded to tell me he wanted to make love to me, and to come back to his
room. Marcy thought it was funny, but after a while she got Butch to stand
up and pushed him towards the door. That's when it started to go wrong. He
grabbed the camera from the shelf, and started to shout he was going to
show the pictures to everyone. We grabbed him as he headed to the door and
he pushed Marcy off, grabbed me and started to kiss me and grab at my
"tits?. He insisted that he would only give me the camera back if I went to
his room and let him fuck me. He left, with the camera. I told Marcy to
wait there and ran after him.

I was struggling to move quickly in the shoes, but I knew where his room
was. I had to find a way of getting that camera back. I knocked on his door
and he opened it, ?Oh babe, you won't regret this." He grabbed my wrist and
pulled me in. He pushed me up against the door and kissed me again, his
tongue forcing its way past my teeth, deep down my throat. I was forming a
plan. I would probably get away with giving him another blow job, horrible
though that seemed. After a while he let up. I told him to take his pants
off. If I could just get rid of that hard-on he would probably fall asleep.

He stripped and I went down on my knees and started to suck at his cock. He
groaned, but soon grabbed my hair and pulled me off. "Sorry, babe, but I
either fuck you or this picture of you two lesbians is going out tomorrow."
He was insistent. My plan was failing. I told him I was still a virgin and
that I was going to stay that way. He kept going on, telling me how he had
given it to plenty of virgins and often up the arse. He said virgins liked
that, as they could stay virgins but still give their man pleasure. And he
was my man, and he wanted his pleasure. He started to paw at my chest
again. If he carried on like this, he would soon find out the truth, and
then I would be in REAL trouble.

The horror began to dawn on me. I realised that unless I gave him anal sex,
I would get found out through the pictures. That could be worse. So I
agreed. Yes, I told him he could fuck me up the ass.

He took out a condom and told me to put it on. I was in two minds, thinking
about putting it on my own cock. That would get a response. No, that was
definitely a bad idea and would give me some satisfaction, save me from
getting fucked, but would result in one hell of a beating. Taking off the
damn wrapper with these nails was another difficult exercise. Eventually I
got it out and rolled it onto his cock. "Lick it baby, make it real
wet. It'll hurt less." I decided this was good advice.

He got me to stand, legs apart, hands on the back of the sofa. He moved
behind me. I pulled my knickers aside, careful to keep my balls
inside. THAT could be giveaway. The 3 inch heels put me at a height which
might be too high, but we would soon find out. I could hear him take a big
handful of spit and then felt a sharp intrusion as he worked his wet finger
into my hole. He had obviously done this before, he kept wetting his
finger, making the hole wetter and bigger. I then felt the head of his cock
at the entrance. Oh God, was this really happening? He pushed slowly and
quite gently, but firmly, until he was mostly in. One final big push and it
went right inside. Ow, that hurt, Actually it hurt a lot. He started
pumping away. I was hoping it would end quickly, but I had forgotten that
firstly, he had cum a couple of hours ago and secondly, he was drunk.

The pumping continued for at least 10 minutes, when I could sense he was
getting close to cumming. "Oh, Julie, you hot bitch? he moaned.

I don't know what came over me. I certainly didn't find Butch in any way
attractive. I am convinced I am not gay, but this constant motion in my
rear end was causing a not unpleasant sensation in me. Here I was, with my
bold make up, with smeared lipstick. I was wearing underwear which would
definitely have turned me on if a girl was wearing it. I was bent over in
my 3 inch heels and had stockings tugging at my suspenders. My balls were
tightly encased in the satin knickers. Butch was nearly cumming. I don't
know, but all of a sudden I'm there with my own cock in my hand, and it's
really hard. I take one look at the sight of my cock with my long red
fingernails around it and four quick strokes later I was spurting and
trembling and almost fainting.

FLASH Marcy had come to the room and retrieved her camera. I have no idea
how long she had been there. Here I was, cock in hand, this big brute
behind me totally unaware that the guy he had just fucked had come all over
the back of his sofa. "Hey Marcy, nice timing. Let me have a copy of that
photo in the morning. Julie here is a fantastic fuck. She's got a really
tight arse. That was great. And you know, from the way she bucked at the
end, she really enjoyed it too." If only he knew.

I span around and slapped him really hard across the face. God that felt
good. I ran for the door before he could react, and went arm in arm with
Marcy back to her room. We locked the door behind us.

I sat down on the sofa, very gingerly, as my arse really was quite sore and
I burst into tears. Marcy snuggled up to me. We talked for ages. I couldn't
figure out why I had got excited and pulled myself off. Marcy was really
sorry it had ended that way, as she only wanted me to suffer a small bit of
revenge. She was very gentle with me. She took a wipe and cleaned up my
make up which had run with my tears. We discussed whether it meant I was
gay. We talked about how I got a hard on when I put the lipstick on, how I
had come really strongly when she had dressed me yesterday. We talked about
how Marcy really still loved me and wanted to give our relationship another
try.

We also talked about the problem about her not wanting to lose her
virginity. That's when she dropped another bombshell. You see, she told me
she had lesbian fantasies and if I could stay dressed as a girl for the
night, she wanted to try and see if this helped. Oh yes. She helped me off
with the dress. I stood there in high heels, stockings and suspenders, bra
and knickers. My hair was in waves and my make up was all gone. "Is this
girly enough for you?"

Marcy smiled that beautiful smile. "It might be. But I can't think of you
as Julie. That would be too weird. She is my friend. Can I call you Joanne?
That's a nice girls name, and it is similar to John." That sounded fine to
me. She stood up, dropped her gorgeous white dress to the floor, standing
there in her all white underwear. She looked incredible. I could feel
myself getting hard again.

"Will you mind if your Joanne has a little surprise in her knickers? Would
you mind terribly if this part of her was to come out to play?" She
embraced me and snogged me deeply. Our tongues ran over each other, the
kissing was tender and sensual. She pulled her head back ?Oh Joanne, I
think I can just about cope with my lesbian lover being a little on the
large side in the clitoris department. She took my hand and led me to the
bedroom. The place I had longed to be so often in the months before.

The sex was long and erotic. It was Marcy's first time, and she wanted to
enjoy every moment. Our satin-clad bodies glided over each other, our
stocking-clad legs slipped sweetly over each other. It was heaven. I cannot
begin to describe how good it felt. Eventually, we collapsed into each
others arms. She lay there with her head on my chest, against my bra. "You
know, we really will have to delete those photos tomorrow? she said.


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