Date: Sun, 3 Apr 2022 12:27:47 +0000 From: forename surname Subject: Literature Club chapter 7 Please keep sending me your comments at greenerwood@outlook.com. Nifty hosts these stories for free so please consider donating to help run and maintain the archive. Thank you x This story is a work of fiction, names and places are in no way based on real people or places and any resemblance is a coincidence. If you are under the legal age to be reading this content than please look elsewhere. Chapter 7 It was after school on Tuesday, so you know what that means! We sat in English room waiting for Gwen to arrive and talking among ourselves. The room was filled with handhold pride flags for the schools LGBT awareness week. It reminded me that the only person I had left to date in the group was Andreas, and I felt an awkward pull towards each other during music tech in the hour before. When Gwen finally got here Tammy began. "Seeing as you two dicks haven't dated each other yet, and in honour of the schools LGBT week, I was thinking you two can date each other, while us girls can have a poly three-way lesbian thing going on." I chuckled. I was completely down. I had my fun with the girls already, and wanted a piece of Andreas for myself. We didn't waste anytime on dating, and skipped straight to the good parts of being a couple. I had him over to my house on Wednesday, and we went straight up to my room. "How often do you jerk off?" He asked me. I told him at least two to three times a week, but sometimes less because of the literature club and my access to the girls. He chuckled. "Yeh, I've been only wanking once a week these days." I bit my lip. We both knew what we were here for. We began to make out and I unzipped his trousers. I eagerly took his cock out and gave it a few strokes. It was absolutely huge. By far the biggest cock I had ever seen, and I put the cockhead around my mouth. I sucked his dick, trying to get as much of it in my throat as possible. "Ah!" I gasped, taking it out. "You might be too big for me. Return the favour?" I stood in front of him as he engorged himself on my cock. He wasn't incredibly enthusiastic, only going halfway, and more moaning out of complaint than from pleasure. "I've got an idea," he said. He grabbed his phone and starting texting someone. "Not thinking about bringing in a partrner, are you?" I teased. "No, no. I'm texting Sarah. She might know how to solve the problem." Problem? Was I doing something wrong? We went over to Sarah's house. I was always suspicious that her parents, Paul and Stephanie, knew what I might be doing to their daughter, and the presence of another boy in their home was making me anxious. But they were incredibly friendly to me and Andreas, as always. If they did suspect that Sarah was fucking us, then they either didn't care or were the most supportive parents in the world. Sarah took us upstairs and into her room. "So what's up?" She asked Andreas. "Chris is sucking me off, and I'm into it, but I can't help but feel like it could be... you know, better?" "Better how?" "Well... I think he's too masculine. I don't mind him sucking me off, but I want to look down and see someone... more girly..." Sarah looked me up and down. I was a bit embaressed to think that Andreas didn't enjoy me deep throating him. "I think I can help out," Sarah said. Soon, I was standing in front of her mirror. She had brought me some clothes to change into, and I was fully dressed in her things. I was embarrassed to see myself like this. Sarah's white frilly socks came to just under my knees, and her skirt came down to halfway down my thighs. And I was wearing her crop top too, so I looked like a silly crossdresser with my belly exposed. But I couldn't help getting aroused. "Maybe if I wore your panties I'd be more into it," I said. Sarah laughed and shook her head. "He's right though," Andreas agreed. "Something's missing." Sarah thought about it for a moment, then suddenly left. She came back with a pink wig and handed it to me. I put it on. At least if I squinted my eyes I could pretend it wasn't me in the mirror. But I'd be lying to say that I wasn't getting aroused. Sarah grabbed her makeup bag and applied some pink lipstick to match her wig. "Why do you have this?" I asked, referring to the wig. "I went as Natalie Portman in Closer for Halloween when I was thirteen." She giggled. "You look so cute!" "You went as a stripper for Halloween?" I replied. "I told my parents I was going as Stephane from lazy town," she replied with a cheeky grin. "You know that lace dress she wore? I wore a similar thing, but the strips were a lot thicker. But you could part them if you wanted to see my ass." "Do you still have it?" Andreas shot up. Sarah laughed. "How does he look?" Andreas looked me up and down and I blushed. "Right. Well on your knees then," Sarah said in my ear. "Want to help me?" I replied. "I'm happy to watch." She sat down on her bed watching me as I looked up at Andreas. His cock was blocking my vision, and my own dick was beginning to push against Sarah's skirt. I gulped, and began wetting his cock again with my throat. I could tell that he was much happier having me suck him off. I didn't really mind at all. I gave a few cute girly moans, trying to force as much of his meat in my throat. It hit the back of my mouth and my oesophagus opened up, allowing his cockhead to get even deeper inside of me. My eyes began to water as he fucked me. "Ooh. I'm getting pretty close." "Don't you dare cum on my things," Sarah told us. "You'll have to swallow him, Chrissy." Chrissy? Was that Sarah's girls name for me? I was too busy wetting Andreas thick piece of meat with my throat to think. I felt him pushing his hips into me and I knew what came next. His cum filled my mouth. Salty, making me wince a bit. But I'd be damned if I let even a drop go to waste. I kept sucking him, gathering every last drop of cum on my tongue and being careful not to let any of it go to waste as I slowly pulled him out of my mouth. I swallowed his entire load and exposed the back of my throat to him. He looked back at me, his own mouth open, panting. "You make an excellent tomgirl," Sarah told me. She noticed my cock springing out of her skirt and bit her lip. Andreas chuckled nervously and stroked the back of his head. "Yeh. That's better, haha." "I want more," I moaned at him. I lifted up my skirt and exposed my asshole to him, biting my lip. He rubbed his hand against my ass. "From this angle you really do look like a girl," he said. "Just shut up and eat my pussy," I replied. I went on all fours on Sarah's bed as she crept to her door and poked her head out, making sure the coast was clear as Andreas bent down. I felt his tongue press against my boy pussy, making me moan. "Hey, keep it down," Sarah told me. She closed her door and watched me as Andreas got busy wetting my butt hole with his spit. He gave me a superb rimjob, lathering my boy pussy with his tongue, painting my hole with his spit that dribbled down my gouch and across my smooth balls. I stuck my tongue out and began panting, completely at Andreas's mercy. "Sarah?" Her mother called. "Coming." She got up and left, closing the door behind her. I pictured myself as owning Sarah's bedroom as my own. Her clothes were mine. The bed and pillow with the flowery cover on was mine. It was my makeup bag, and boyband poster. Andreas was my boyfriend, and I was his girlfriend. And he was eating my pussy! It brought me over the edge. "I'm going to cum," I whimpered. I got up and ran to the bathroom, where I jacked my dick furiously. Sarah returned as I was shooting cum into her sink. "Ah, gross!" She had to mumble. "Could you at least have done it in my toilet?" I was too caught up in my orgasm to care. "Sorry," I eventually said, returning her clothes to her. We left her house shortly afterwards and I waited at the bus stop with him. "That was fun, don't you think?" I asked. "Yeh," he didn't sound too convinced. "I don't know what it is. I don't think I'm that into guys." "That's a shame. You liked me sucking on you though." I nuzzled into him playfully and he chuckled. "Haha. I can't really deny that. You look super hot in Sarah's clothes, though. I think maybe I'm into femboys, just not masculine guys." "Well that's ok," I said. "We all have our preferences. Maybe I can buy some clothes off amazon for you." He smirked at me. "Then the literature club will finally have four girls," he teased. We laughed, and his bus rolled into the bus carpark. I waved goodbye to him as he got on and went home. It was only two days until the half term. The outfit that I ordered for Andreas arrived on Friday and I got dressed into it. I had joined a femboy server on discord the day before for ideas, and settled on thigh high red and black striped socks with accompanying garter belt, a black and red matching skirt, kind of like a kilt (that was my excuse if my parents found it, anyway), a black crop top and a long pink wig. I dressed in it and took a selfie, almost instantly boning up. I had no idea I was so into crossdressing, but that's what the club was for, for experimenting and figuring out my passions. I sent a couple of horny pictures to Andreas. A. Wow! So hot x Me. You know, I don't have any classes today thanks to the half-day. Come over (puppy dog eyes emoji) x I spent all day waiting on Andreas to arrive while wearing my sexy femboy costume. It was a challenge not to jerk off as the material of the skirt kept brushing by constant semi. Having the garter belts wrapped around my thighs as well was a thrill and I kept posing in front of the mirror, showing off to myself. When the doorbell rang for the postman I decided to open up for her. If Tammy was brave enough to do it totally naked then what was the harm of me doing it clothed! The post lady gave me a look up and down as she handed the letters to me, and it was hard not to get erect in front of her. I didn't need my cock, which was hanging free under my new skirt, to ride up and push out of my skirt. Finally, at around noon, Andreas arrived. I opened the door and leant on it like Tammy had done. "Heeeey," I said as girly as he could. He laughed and I let him in. I was so horny I led him straight to my room before he took his shoes off. We sat on my bed and started to make out. He ran his hands over my girlish body, up my skirt, along my A cups. "You look so fucking hot," he whispered. "Let me suck you." He leant back and undid his trousers. I jumped off the bed and practically impaled my mouth onto his meat. I had never been hungrier for cock. The femboy costume was casting a magic spell on me that made me hornier than I had ever been. I moved my lips up and down his cock while sliding my tongue along the shaft. I came up for air and licked his cock head while maintaining eye contact with him, running my tongue on the spot where a mans foreskin becomes the bottom of the cockhead. It was my favourite part of Andreas's body. His cockhead was like two little balls on either side of my tongue. I closed my eyes and shoved my mouth back down his shaft, going as deep as I could. "God, you're such a good cock sucker," he moaned. I kept going until the urge to show him my ass became overwhelming. I jumped up on my feet and turned around. "I'm daddy's little slut," I said and lifted my skirt. Andreas grinned and smacked my cheeks. I yelped playfully and he wrestled me to the bed. He got on top of me and ripped off his shirt. His chest was growing a few hairs, dark like the colour of his pubes. He lifted my legs up high, exposing my boy pussy to him. This was by far the gayest thing I had ever done, and I was fucking loving it. I flipped my head back and moaned as best I could like a woman. Andreas took his tongue and started massaging my gooch and my asshole. You know, for as much as he doesn't really like sucking my dick, he sure did love rimming me. We were there together for minutes, before he finally got up. I gave him a seductive look, channeling the lit club girls. He grinned back at me and pulled my skirt off. "Hey, careful," I protested. "That's brand new." He discarded it and turned me over. I knew what was coming next. I lay on my stomach, raising my butt to him and wiggling it. My boy pussy was ready. "Did you enjoy watching Gwen do this to me?" I asked. "You were too busy sucking me off again. I enjoyed watching you fuck her though." I giggled. I thought he might have. He applied some lube he took from his bag to my pussy and pressed his cockhead against it. I began to let out a moan. He slowly inserted his rock hard cock into me, and pain mixed with pleasure as I lost my anal cherry. He began really thrusting, like an animal. I felt like was I was getting bred like a faggot bitch. A submissive sissy girl. A piece of meat that only Andreas could enjoy. I fucking loved it. I began moaning as loud as I could get away. There were tears in my eyes as his eight-inch cock slammed my prostate while his hips smacked my ass. He was spreading my asshole with his girthy cock, and fucked me like a girl. I couldn't stop myself from coming all over my bed sheets and made a large wet patch I'd have to clear up before mum and dad got home. I was in pure pleasure of my prostate orgasm when Andreas moaned loudly and pulled out his cock. I rolled on my back, lifting a leg in the air, for him to use me as a cum rag. He jacked off over me, his rod of meat glistening with lube. I was in love with his cock. Finally, he cried out, spurting multiple shots of warm sticky cum on my belly. He didn't say much after that and got dressed in silence. I gave him a kiss on the cheek before he left and I lay on my bed, still covered in his cum, and played with my sore ass hole. My cum was soaking into my bed sheets and I slurped it up, finger my sore butthole until it hurt too much to carry on. I giggled to myself. "You're such a sissy little slut," I told myself. I had to get fucked like that again. And soon!