Date: Tue, 7 Dec 2021 12:46:06 +0000
From: Vikki
Subject: TS Vikki and the neighbor Part 2

The story here is, in the main, true -- time has been compressed between
events, some details omitted, and some added to make it more `readable'.


 From: Part 1

"The guys will love these," he laughingly said.

I lay there, looking at my stockinged legs, the `fuck-me' high heeled
boots, my arse tingling, cum still oozing from my mouth forming a wet patch
of it on the schoolgirl blouse. So that's what it's like to be a girl --
Mmm Nice!

Part 2

Tom sat drinking his beer and looking at me with a big smirk on his face.

"I think you enjoyed that you little slut!"

"No! you forced me!" (I lied I had enjoyed it)

"Bollocks! -- The way you dance, the way you hold yourself -- you want to
be a girl, don't you?"

OMG he just knew, didn't he?

"I, I, I'm not sure"

"Well, I think you do -- I'm going to let you get changed back now, but
don't you dare say a word to your parents about what happened just now --
If you do, I'll just tell them I caught you wearing my sister's clothes and
I have the photos to prove it!"

I realised he had the upper hand and I just mumbled,

"OK! I understand"

"Good girl. Now I want you back here Saturday at about 10:30 in the morning
-- don't tell your parents that I'm back here -- I'm going to stay at
Paul's place anyway."

Paul was one of Tom's much older friends who lived in a flat, on his own,
in the nearby small town.  He had been expelled from school, a year or so
before, for who knows what? It was, universally, agreed that he was a bit
of a tearaway.

After I was untied, I went into Anne's room and stripped off. I cleaned
myself up and put things back where I had found them. As I left, Tom said,

"Don't bloody forget -- not a bloody word to anyone -- understand? Make
sure you are back here on Saturday, right?"

"Yeh, I get it!"

The week went past very quickly.  I went over each day to feed the hamsters
but there was no sign of Tom.  Every night, I would lie in bed wondering
what the hell I'd got myself into but, at the same time, the experience of
having sex with Tom made me feel that I should really be a girl.

Saturday, my parents wanted me to go with them to a Trading Estate about 40
mins away then on for a walk on the moors. To their surprise, I said I
needed to get started on the Homework I had been given for the summer
holidays.  Dad was most impressed and was delighted I was taking my
schoolwork seriously.

I went over to The Phillipsons at just after twenty past ten - - my parents
left shortly after, and I watch them go.

I fed the pets and, about 10;35, Tom arrived with a girl I knew to be Wendy
Lowther. This girl, who had long auburn hair and looked like a model, was
in the same year as Tom at my new school. The tales about Wendy were
legion; she was supposed to be up to all sorts of things and was, or had
been, Paul's girlfriend.  Wendy was wearing a short black skirt, a skimpy
top, what looked like seamed fishnet stockings or tights and some very high
heeled black, suede platform boots. Her make-up was full on, heavy
eyeliner, false lashes, and lots of skilful contouring -- she looked like a
tart. Both she and Tom were carrying small suitcases. She gazed at me in a
high-handed way and laughingly said,

"So, this is the little slut -- is it? -- Mmm she might scrub up into a
nice little whore"

"Yep, and she is going to earn that reputation today!" laughed Tom

"Well! I can see it is very girly, but after I have finished with her, she
will look just like me. -- A proper slag!"

I was ushered into Anne's bedroom and told to strip. Wendy pulled out items
from the cases and put them on the bed. She put a black waist cincher, with
six suspenders, around my middle, fastened it then pulled the laces up real
tight. I squealed as she did this and she just laughed.

"Get used to it babe -- you wanted to be a girl -- well this is all part of
it!"

She fastened me into a bra, which had been stuffed with something which
looked like chicken fillets. Instructing me to sit, she passed me some
seamed fishnet stockings, ordering me to put them on. Standing me up, she
showed me how to get the seams straight as I rolled them up my legs. --
with some help I fastened the suspenders.

"Right into the bathroom - bend over -- you need cleaning out!"

We made our wat to the bathroom and she produced a large plastic syringe
with fluid in it.  She pushed it in to my arsehole and pushed the fluid
into my rectum.  She made me sit on the toilet and push the liquid out.

"Yeh! You need a couple more rinses!" she said after looking at what came
out.

Once done we went back to the bedroom and, to my amazement, she lifted her
skirt, (I could now see that they were indeed stockings she was wearing)
and proceeded to pull her own knickers off.  As she did so I caught my
first glimpse of a girls' vagina, in the flesh, rather than on the
internet. Hers looked like a split in a cushion, bulging open with bits
hanging out.


"Smell that honeybee! That's what a girls' fanny smells like after being
fucked by three blokes last night!"

She passed the black lacey knickers under my nose, and I got the full aroma
of her used vagina.

"Put `em on then! The guys will want to smell that"

Guys? What was going on?  I did as I was told and slid the knickers on,
feeling the wet patch on the cotton gusset aginst my penis. Wendy produced
a floral top and a really short black tube skirt and proceeded to dress me
in them. The skirt was exceedingly short, and when I bent forward, my
stocking tops were clearly showing. Pushing me on to the dressing stool she
made me up. I couldn't see but there was a lot of eyeliner, and
contouring. She also glued some huge false eyelashes to my eyes, finally
she clipped some hooped earrings on to my ears and coated my lips in a
really pale pink lipstick.

Then, she pulled out a long blonde wig from one of the cases. Brushed it
and put it on my head using some clips attached to the wig to clip it to my
own hair. It was the boots she produced from another case that caused my
penis to flick out of the damp knickers. They were lace-up, black, over the
knee, 5" stiletto heels.  She made me put them on and she laced them
up. Standing me up I caught sight of myself in the mirror -- God did I look
hot! I was almost a carbon-copy of Wendy -- we could have been sisters.

She tucked my penis back in between my legs and, having checked everything
was in place, ushered me out towards the back door.

"I can't go out dressed like this!" I squealed.

"Well, you're bloody going to!" was the firm response.

She pushed me out the door and towards the gate. Surprisingly, I found I
could walk in the boots and was, actually, quite enjoying wearing them.

Out on the drive was a battered old Transit van. Tom was already in the
back, Wendy pushed me into the seat by the driver and slid in beside
me. The driver leered at our display of fishnet stocking clad legs. Wendy
reached over and clipped my seat belt in. In seconds the driver had
reversed into the road, and we were off towards the nearby town.

"Where are we going?"

"Shut up and just do as you are told, or it will be the worse for you"
hissed Wendy.

We made our way into one of the Council Estates on the eastern edge of the
town.  Looking about, I could see old cars in bits and pieces littering the
various drives. We parked near some communal garages and there were about 5
or 6 young guys standing near an open garage door. They were all smirking
and laughing.

Wendy got out of the van and, holding the door open said firmly,

"Out! Now!"

I got out, wobbling slightly as I adjusted to wearing the heels and she
pushed me towards the open garage door.  The garage was relatively empty
apart from some papers and general rubbish right at the back but, horror of
horrors, in the centre was a wooden bench like affair. It was a bit like
two steps. On the lower of which was some old foam and, from each of the
legs at the bottom, blue nylon rope was tied.  The upper step had a bar
extending out from it to which there were some leather straps attached.
The centre of this step had a raised wooden part which was cut in a
semi-circle. Hinged at the side was another piece, also cut in a
semi-circle.

"Kneel on that step, you slag!" hissed Wendy -- this was accompanied by
laughter from the guys who had followed us in.

I hesitated only to be manhandled by a couple of the guys who forced me on
to the step until my knees rested on the foam.

Tom was around at the front of the other step,

"Put your fucking neck in slut!" Tom grunted at me.

By this time my arms had been grabbed and I was pulled down towards the cut
out in the wood. Some back pressure was applied to my head and as my neck
went into the cut-out the top hinged part was pushed over and fastened at
the side. The guys holding my arms fastened my wrists either side with the
leather straps.

"Whaat! Stop! No!" I squealed.

"Just shut the fuck up and enjoy it!" laughed Wendy.

I felt my ankles being tied to the back of the contraption and I was aware
that my skirt had been pulled up exposing my bottom which was, because of
the way I had been fastened, sticking up at an angle.

Wendy came around to my face holding a metal ring with some straps fastened
to it.

"Open your mouth!"

"What?"

"Open your fuckin mouth you whore!" -- with this someone slapped me across
the backside with a cane or something.

"Oooowww!" as I let out a cry -- Wendy slipped the ring into my mouth
behind my teeth. With Tom's help she fastened the ends to some buckles on
the piece of wood that was on top of my neck.

I struggled but to no avail, I was well and truly trussed up and at their
mercy.

Wendy lifted her skirt, to reveal her gaping fanny which was glistening
with moisture. She put her fingers into herself and then pulled them
out. They were all wet, she pushed them under my nose and then rubbed them
around my mouth. The smell was amazing, and my cock twitched in my
panties. She did this a couple of times and then she went around behind
me. I felt her pull the knickers to one side and do the same to my
arsehole; her fingers going right into me -- at which point I got a huge
erection which was accompanied by a cheer from the gang of lads watching.

"Look at the slut -- she is more than up for this!" one of the boys
exclaimed. More laughter.

At this point Paul made an appearance -- grinned at Wendy and Tom and said,

"Perfect, you were right Tom she's hot -- me first!"

With that he came around to my face and dropped his trousers and
pants. Wendy grabbed his stiffening cock and pushed it up to my mouth. It
was large and veiny with the foreskin pulled back and glistening. I was
powerless to stop her guiding him in past the ring and his cock just slid
in. It touched the back of my throat and I gagged and nearly threw
up. Remembering the way Tom had got it in, when he had fucked me, I pushed
my tongue right down and the meaty beast slid into my throat. Someone hit
me with the cane again and I tried to squeal but there was just this
blowing sound around Paul's dick. He pulled out and repeated the action a
few times then motioned to Tom to put his cock in my mouth.

Tom's penis was slightly smaller, but I struggled for breath as he fucked
my throat. Paul, meanwhile, had gone around to my raised bum and was
licking my butt hole. I realised that I was enjoying the attention and that
the ribald comments about slag, whore, slut were turning me on.

Paul's tongue was right inside my arsehole, and he was waggling it about --
my penis desperately needed stroking, but it just waved about banging up
and down. I felt Paul's cock pressing against my rosebud. I let him in. I
wanted it in me. To cheers, he pushed nearly the full length in, in one
go. Oh God, the pain but also the pleasure. Waves of energy swept through
me as he drove it in time after time right up to his balls. All this while
Tom was matching him thrust for thrust. The wooden fuck bench was rocking
with the motion of two strong guys fucking a little shemale whore.

Wendy was bent over with her face not far from mine and one of the guys
fucking her from behind.  She was grinning at me and, every so often, Tom
pulled his cock out of my mouth, and she took it in hers.

My arse was being rammed by Paul's cock. As it slid in and out, wave after
wave, of immense pleasure went through me and I shuddered trying to get my
own penis against something to relieve the aching need to squirt
jizz. Paul's pace quickened and he suddenly grunted loudly. Although it was
at times quite painful, I was just loving the feeling of this rampant
member servicing my hole.

"Oh God! Yes! Yes! You fucking little tart -- that's what you needed -- a
fucking good load of spunk in you!"

With that he pushed even harder than before. I felt him twitching in me and
knew he'd cum.

Too much for Tom, he shot his load over my face and tongue. Wendy, quickly,
grabbed his cock into her own mouth and was rewarded with some more spurts
of creamy jizz. These she spat at my mouth moaning as she did so.

"Lots more yet you tramp!" she whispered in my ear.

I hadn't realised that the guy had also cum in her fanny -- she pushed her
fingers into her snatch and pulled out some cum which she smeared around my
lips.

"Taste that my little cum dumster!"

Oh my God! It was delicious. I let out an enormous fart and could feel
Paul's cum squirting out of my anus.

Tom, Paul and Wendy sorted themselves out and then went to go into one of
the nearby houses but as he walked away, Paul said to the group of lads
standing around,

"She'll be there for half an hour or so -- do what you want!"

With that he left with the others, laughing, and I was with, what was now,
quite a gathering of teenage boys.

Almost immediately, I had another cock in my arse and mouth. There was a
chant from the youths of:

"Fuck the tranny bitch! Fuck the tranny bitch!"

My own poor dick still flailed about, and I was desperate to come but there
was no way I could.

I was fucked in the mouth and arse by a succession of cocks. I couldn't
tell you how many, but it was more than 9. A couple of girls came to watch-
standing with their arms folded and laughing -- one who couldn't have been
that old said,

"Oh! you poor thing -- can't you cum?"

She lifted up her top, in front of me, to reveal a very nice pair of tits
which had pierced nipples. Removing her top completely she calmbered
underneath the apparatus, rolled over on her back and, while I was being
fucked, sucked my cock -- I came almost instantly. Oh! the relief! I shot
loads into her mouth and over her face, grunting through the ring gag
together with the cock that was banging back and forth in my mouth.  The
guy that was in my rectum shot his load and some of that dripped on to her
face. She stood up, giggling, to show everyone the jizz dripping from her
mouth and down onto her tits. Another cheer from the assembled throng! Then
she came around to the front, spat what she had left all over my face.

"The little sissy came good -- didn't you babes?" she giggled as she rubbed
some of my cum over her nipples,

One by one, I had dicks stuffed into me and cumshots all over my face,
which was a mass of white sliding down my forehead, cheeks, and mouth.

Eventually, Tom Paul and Wendy wandered back, looking at me she laughed,
saying,

"Now then my little cum slut -- had enough for this time?"

She walked around behind me and picked up a dish that, unbeknown to me, had
been placed under my arse.

"Mmmm! Seems we need to get rid of this!" She came around near my face,
knelt down she grinned as she said it.

Then she put the contents of the dish to her mouth tipping her head back to
pour the combined mixture of several boys cum and my arse juices into her
mouth. She moved it back and forth, around her mouth then spat the lot,
through the ring, into mine. The congealed mass dripped out of my mouth and
slipped down over the front of the fuck bench to join a big pool of cum on
the ledge just below my chin.

One of the bigger lads, grabbed one of the watching girls by the hair and
forced her to kneel and lick the cum up. The other guys laughing at her as
she squealed in protest, but it was obvious, she had no choice.

"You're all just slags so slurp it up!" some lad said as she was held down.

When she was, finally, allowed to stand she went over and threw-up in the
corner of the garage.

I was released from my bonds and Wendy rewarded me with a big wet kiss.

"You are now just like me honeybee, a dirty, fucking cum slut, -- we are
going to have some great times together!"

We have! More to cum!