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Cross dressing adventure


My two best friends and I were walking through the mall,
as we did most Saturdays. We lived in a pretty small town,
so this was the closest thing we had to entertainment outside
the house. We passed through the women’s clothing stores,
taking a shortcut to get to our favorite food stand. After
ordering, we sat down in the corner of the hall, minding
our business.

That’s just the type of people we were, and for that matter,
our entire town. Greg sat on my left and Mark sat across from
me as I watched them each devour a foot-long. I, on the other
hand, was working my way through a salad. Mark had good reason
to be hungry, though, because he had had football practice
earlier, and you’d expect the captain to get quite a workout.
Mark was one of the best receivers for the team, as he was
tall, fast, and ripped. Mark was probably the toughest
guy in our school, in fact, and could get any girl he wanted,
which has always made me wonder why he hung around with Greg
and me. Greg and I weren’t horrible people, we just weren’t
his build. Correction, I wasn’t. Greg was much taller
than me as well, and he worked out occasionally, he just
wasn’t Mark. I didn’t consider myself gay, but Mark
and Greg just had bodies that you noticed. They had fabulous
abs and chests, and were both generally pretty large below
the belt. I’ve been forced to shower with them after gym
and I’ll admit I’ve snuck a peek, but only for comparison
and curiosity. I, in contrast, was short, skinny, and slightly
feminine. No one has ever said anything to me directly,
but I knew that my hips were curvier than most men’s, and
my chest seemed to be a little heavier for some reason. I’d
never said anything about it, and I’d done a pretty good
job of covering it up.

We wandered through the mall a little more, then sat down
on a bench facing another women’s clothing store.

“There is absolutely nothing to do any more, we’ve
done it all” sighed Mark.

“We need to get out of this town before it drives us insane, ”
I added. We sat there for a few more minutes, with apathetic

“Hey, look at her, ” Greg said, pointing to a poster
of a model posing in one of the clothing stores. “She looks
like Ethan!”

“Shut the hell up, ” I said, mildly insulted, as she
was a pretty hot model.

“Yeah, you’re kinda right!” exclaimed Mark. “Ethan’s
even got girly hips just like hers.” I realized now that
maybe they weren't so unnoticeable.

“They’ve got the same hair, too!” Greg was really
starting to believe in this. To be honest, though, my hair
was quite long for a boy, blonde and curly like a girl’s,
but that had happened naturally. “Hey, look, they even
have that outfit in the store. Mark, do you think we sh...”

“No!” I interrupted Greg before he said anything stupid.
“I can see where you’re going with this and it’s not
going to happen.” I was a pretty straight guy, I had never
thought about getting dressed up in women’s attire.
The whole thing seemed crazy to me. Then again, I had had
some sexual fantasies involving guys with their dicks
out, but that’s normal, right?

“Yes, Greg, that’s exactly what I was thinking, ”
Mark said with a sly grin on his face.

“Well, it doesn’t matter, because I’m not doing
it. That’d be so gay!”

“No, it would just be an experiment, to see if you’re
a woman!” Mark joked a lot about me being smaller than
the two of them, but this went too far.

“No, that’s ridiculous, ” I said, but the two men
were already on their feet, and all three of us knew that
I wouldn’t be a heavy burden to carry into the store, so
to save some face, I helped myself up and made my way over,
with no other choice. I lost all free will whenever the two
of them walked on either side of me. Mark even put his hand
on my shoulder letting me know that he was in control. I felt
like I was becoming their toy.

“You go stand near the changing room, I’m going to find
the outfit for you, ” Greg said, a little more excitedly
than I thought he should be. “God, this will be too good!”

Once they had found what they needed, they forced me into
the changing rooms with the clothes on my arm.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this, ” I
scream-whispered. “Lingerie? What do I need this for?”
I said as I held a bra and panties in either hand.

“It’s to complete the effect. Just put on the clothes,
show us, then we’ll be done. You’re the only one making
this last longer than it has to, ” Mark called out from
the other side of the changing room. I figured he was right
so I stripped down and put on the clothes. First, I slipped
on the white nylon panties with the lace trim. They actually
felt really comfortable, and wearing them almost felt
natural to me. I moved around in them and smiled to myself
as I felt the soft material rub against my skin. After, I
put on the skinny jeans, which actually happened to accent
my curves quite well. Then, I slipped on the white lace bra,
one the matched the panties. B-cups, I noticed, almost
appropriate for me, as I felt my breasts being lifted up
and sustained by the bra. Lastly, I put on the red silk blouse.
It was so wonderful to feel this soft material all over my
chest. I even hugged the blouse, not realizing what I was
doing. Then, when I noticed, I almost disciplined myself,
telling myself it was wrong. But if it was, why did I feel
good doing it?

“Almost done?” chuckled Mark. I heard Greg laughing
to himself too on the other side of the curtain.

“Yeah, I’ll be right out, ” I said in a feminine way.
Why did I say that? I was still mad at them, but I calmly agreed
to show myself for them.

I stepped out of the changing room and their jaws dropped.
In front of them now stood a hot blonde teenager. She had
great curves and a decent rack. I put my hand on my hip and
posed for them, then did a little spin so they could see the
full package. What did I just do? I thought to myself. I was
dumbfounded at myself for actually enjoying this. But
the boys loved it.

“Wow, Ethan, ” Mark said, with his jaw still hanging
down. “You don’t look anything like the model. You’re
way hotter, dude.”

“Yeah, ” Greg agreed. “You look like a regular girl!”

“Really? You think so?” I started to blush. What was
happening? “Can I just get my clothes back now?” I said,
trying to regain my masculinity. Then, Greg and Mark stepped
into action. Mark grabbed my arms and held me back while
Greg took my regular clothes from me and shoved them in his
bag. Fortunately though, my phone fell out. Then, the two
of them ran off, leaving me dressed in the store clothes,
with nothing to change back into. I didn’t want to scream,
or that would draw attention to me, which was one of the last
things I needed. I stood them, with my jaw mimicking theirs
from a minute ago. I had absolutely no idea what to do.

Then, I turned to look at the mirror on the wall. I really
enjoyed what I saw. Even I started to believe it was a girl
staring back at me. I pulled another pose and smiled at my
reflection, and the girl smiled back. It felt so natural
to be dressed like this; I was starting to enjoy it and if
given the chance, wouldn’t change into my boy clothes
just yet.

Then I started to think about what was happening. Here I
was, trying on outfits in a women’s clothes store, and
having fun with it. I think I even let Greg take my clothes
away. I hadn’t protested all that hard when Mark was trying
to restrain me. In fact, I actually liked the male attention
I was getting when Mark held me and the way his big hands felt
on my arms. With that thought, I started to question my sexuality.
Were those really innocent glances at their cocks in the

I sat down back in the changing room, seriously questioning
myself, when I heard my phone ring.


“Hey Ethan, enjoying your new outfit? Mark and I both
had a feeling you would love it.” It was Greg.

“What the hell is wrong with you two? What am I supposed
to do now?” I snapped back into my usual male persona.

“Please calm down, act more ladylike, ” Greg chuckled.
“I thought ahead so there’s no need to worry. The clothes
are already paid for, so you can just leave like that, any
time you want.”

What was going on? What did they want from me? Here I was,
a straight high-school guy, dressed in women’s clothes,
about to walk out into the public pretending to be a girl.
This couldn’t get any crazier. Occasionally I had to
refer to myself as a guy in drag. This would have been reassuring
if I had actually been able to convince myself I was telling
the truth.

I eventually gathered enough courage, put on a pair of black
ballerina shoes that were also paid for, and walked out.
As I passed by people, I gave my best feminine smile and nodded
at them. They smiled and nodded back. I even got a few men
to watch me leave! I couldn’t believe I was actually pulling
this off.

I suddenly felt like I mattered. Being the smallest of our
trio, I got nearly no sexual attention. Whenever we went
out to find girls, it felt like I would always be pushed to
the side so the girls would have a better view of Mark or Greg.
But now, I felt like I had the power. My frame wasn’t meant
for a guy, and it showed. The men who watched me leave obviously
liked what they saw, and it felt good to have someone think
about you like that.

Once I got out of the store, I was suddenly aware that I had
no idea where I was going. To avoid looking stupid, I just
kept walking straight, and started to wonder around the
mall. I pulled out my phone and called Greg, but there was
no answer. Once I hung up, I was about to put my phone away
when I got a text. I looked at my phone and opened it. The message
read, “How’s your little outing going? You seem to
be quite comfortable dressed as the opposite sex . I’ll
call you when I feel I want to give you back your normal clothes.
P.S. We can see you!” It was from Greg, and he was taunting
me. All I wanted was to get out of these clothes and away from
the public. But not just yet, I needed a little more time
being appreciated by the opposite sex. I mean same sex.
I don’t want appreciation from the same sex, I thought.
Again I had referred to myself as an actual girl. These changes
in how I thought of myself were starting to happen way too
often, and I didn’t even catch all of them because of how
natural it felt.

Realizing the guys were watching, I quickly spun around
and looked for any sign of them, but I couldn’t find them.
Since I had nowhere to go, I decided to sit down at a café.

I gave my order for some tea, and then went back to anticipating
the phone call. I hadn’t done it consciously, but I had
just pulled off a perfect female voice, and the waitress
didn’t notice a thing. Perhaps I was quite a natural at
this. Suddenly, I remembered my wallet was with Greg, and
I had no way to pay for my drink. I was nervously anticipating
the waitress to come back with my tea, knowing I wouldn’t
be able to afford it.

“Here you are, Miss.” She had called me Miss! Secretly
I was ecstatic. I felt so accepted all of a sudden, but then
I remembered my situation.

“I’m so sorry, but I think I’ve forgot my wallet, ”
I pleaded.

“I can’t serve you if you don’t pay.”

“Please, just one drink, I’ll pay double next time!”

“Sorry Miss, but you need to pay for it now.”

“But I... ”

“I can pay for it, ” said a voice that was sort of familiar,
“as long as you stop harassing this pretty girl for her
money.” I turned my head, only to see Ken, a guy from my
school. He sat two rows in front of me in history but other
than that, we had never seen or talked to each other before.
To be honest, I was flattered that he had offered to pay,
and that he had called me pretty. “Do you mind if I take
a seat here?”

“Sure, ” I answered, smiling and blushing as I did.

“You have a very familiar face.” I started to panic;
I thought my life would end there. “What’s your name?”

Shit, I hadn’t thought this far ahead. What was I going
to do? If I stuttered he would get suspicious, and I was thinking
of any name quickly. “Alice, ” I said, lightly relieved
I was able to come up with a fake name.

“Just Alice?”

“No.” I tried to laugh it off. “Alice Johnson.”
Damn, that was probably the fakest name he’d ever heard.
I was almost sure he would expose me right then and there,
but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I didn’t even think
he was paying attention. He was staring at right at my chest.
It didn’t even bother him that it was obvious. After a
few seconds, he snapped out of it and looked at me looking
at him; he could tell I wasn’t too happy about that. Was
this what it was like for women every day? Did I do that? Wait,
why did I care if he was looking? I’d got nothing to hide,
I reminded myself. I found myself having to try to remember
that I was a guy; I had gotten pretty much into my new role,
and I had noticed that I got some pretty positive feedback
from some of the guys while walking through the mall.

“Nice to meet you, Alice, I’m Kenny Ronnard. I recognize
your face but I’ve never heard that name before. Do you
live around here?”

“No, I live upstate.”

“Of course, none of the girls here are that pretty. Then
how come I recognize you?”

I knew that this was so wrong, but I flirted back. “Thanks,
we don’t have cute guys like you where I’m from either.”
What did I just say? I was a straight guy on the wrong end of
a prank. This was getting out of hand, but it was just getting
interesting. We chatted for a while, and he kept flirting
with me the whole time. I meant it when I said he was cute,
and I could feel there was something between us. We talked
and laugh for some time, until his phone rang. After he answered
it, he put his coat on.

“Sorry, but I have to go now. I really wish we could do this
again some time. Do you think I could get your number?”
What was I going to do, give him my real number? What if he
already had my number? Then I’d be completely exposed.
I was enjoying my time with him, and to be honest, I was pretty
upset when he told me he had to go.

“Sure, I’ll put it in your phone.” He handed his phone
to me and I went right to my own name. Luckily, he didn’t
have my number so I put my real one in. “There you go, ”
I said smiling “Call me.”

“Of course” he said, as he left the café. I didn’t
know what I was doing at the time, and had no vision for the
future, or what might happen if one of his friends had my
number, or if my phone went off next to him when he wanted
to text Alice. I was too happy to think about anything else.
I just wanted to be accepted as a girl, and maybe even get
a boyfriend. Girlfriend! Dammit, what was going on?

A couple minutes after I finished my drink, I got a call from
Greg. About time, I thought to myself.

“Enjoyed your day at the mall?”

“No, where the hell are my clothes? You assholes just
left me with nothing to change into!” Again, I had to abruptly
switch genders.

“Don’t you realize that was kinda the point?” Greg
said. Obviously I did, but I was still too furious at them.

“Just give me my clothes back now!”

“Why? You seem to be having a good time, remember we can
see you.” My face went white, they had seen me flirting
with Ken just then, and who had even touched my leg under
the table. I wonder if they had seen that too.

“Nothing happened, we just talked” I sounded like
a girl talking to her father.

“Hey, I’m not mad; you can do whatever you want. We’re
not your parents.”

“Well, what I want to do is go home and change.”

“Sure, we’re on our way to the parking lot, and we have
your clothes with us. Meet us there in less than ten minutes
and we’ll give you back your clothes.” The parking
lot they were talking about was quite a walk, and the time
window they gave me wasn’t very large. I would have to
walk straight through the mall, in plain sight. The halls
were very open with little to hide behind, but I guessed
Greg had planned it like that.

Worrying about what might happen wasn’t going to help,
so I decided to just go. As soon as I left, my heart started
beating ten times faster. There were a few guys watching
me from behind, their stares were heavy. I felt myself slip
back into a more feminine role. I swayed my hips and kept
my head up. I knew they would like that. I continued like
this all the way to the car, catching a few double takers
on the way

When I finally got there, I saw Greg and Mark smiling from
ear to ear.

“How was your date?”

“Just shut up and give me back my clothes now. You’ve
had your fun, now we’re done.”

“Ah, c’mon Alice.” Greg said. They both laughed.
“Look at the way you’re walking, dude. You’re a real
girl, I’m telling you!”

“Goddammit, that’s not funny. So what was I supposed
to say? Ethan?”

“Fair enough, here are your clothes.” They handed
them to me, but for some reason I didn’t really want to
take them. I held them in my hands almost with a look of disgust.

“Um, I think I’ll change at home.”

“You want to wear those clothes a little longer? Maybe
we did you a favor, ” said Mark, quite fascinated with
this discovery.

“Shut up, it’s just because I don’t know what bathroom
I could use.”

“Yeah, right.” I’ll admit that was a pretty lame
excuse, but I really wanted to keep wearing these clothes
for just a little bit longer. .

The drive home was a little awkward, as three guys had left
for the mall, and two were coming back with some blonde they
had found. I didn’t mind, I was still admiring the fabric
of the blouse and the tight jeans that just hugged my curves.
I could see Mark was checking me out in the rearview mirror.
If I hadn’t known any better, I’d have thought he wanted
me to stay dressed like that too.

When we finally pulled into Greg’s driveway, I sprinted
from the door to the bathroom. I stripped down and was about
to change when I noticed my underpants. They were almost
soaked with my pre-cum! I hadn’t even ejaculated or gotten
hard, but I had been leaking like a faucet. Impossible,
I thought, I’m not gay! I don’t like this! But the proof
was there.

I quickly changed back into my boy clothes before the guys
even got into the house.

“Man, it feels good to be out of those weird girly clothes, ”
I said as I exhaled in relief, but the two of them weren’t
convinced. I’m not sure I was convinced either.

“I don’t know, you seemed to enjoy it as a girl; I even
started to forget it was you at the café, ” said Mark.

“Yeah, it could have been any other girl, ” added Greg.

“No, ” said Mark, “She was too hot to be just any other
girl; she was at least an eight!” I blushed at that, I couldn’t
believe I would get anywhere close to an eight as a guy, but
as a girl, I was beautiful.

“Enough jokes already, can we just order some pizza and
forget about it?” I pleaded.

“Sounds good, ” said Greg as he took out his phone.
“I’ll get three large.”

Once Greg was on the phone, Mark pulled my arm towards him
and whispered to me “I wasn’t joking, I genuinely thought
you looked amazing, better than any girlfriend I’ve
ever had. I just want you to know that.” With that, he let
go of me and walked over to the kitchen. What did he mean by
all that? I got that he thought I was hot, but comparing me
with his girlfriends, did that mean he was thinking of me
in a sexual way? Did he want to have sex with Alice or Ethan
in drag? I was so confused.

We watched TV together while we waited for our food. Greg
sat in an armchair and Mark and I slumped down on the couch
together. I had a feeling he was staring at me, so I looked
over, and sure enough, he was. What was with him? When I looked
back again he was pulling on his pants, telling me his balls
were all twisted. I could tell though from the bulge in his
pants he was trying to hide an erection. Why would he get
hard, though? We were watching the afternoon news: the
weather girl hadn’t even come on yet.

The rest of the night went on as usual, we ate, talked, and
played video games until we passed out somewhere on the
floor. Except this night, I couldn’t fall asleep. I couldn’t
stop thinking about my outfit, and how it looked, so I got
up and went to my bag. I took out the blouse and felt the silk
in my hand; it felt lovely. I grabbed the panties, bra and
jeans and got dressed up again, I just couldn’t help myself.
I ran my hands down the sides of the blouse, and then down
the jeans. I felt so feminine and started to pretend I was
a real girl. A real girl needs makeup, I thought to myself.
I found my way into Greg’s parents’ bedroom. I opened
a drawer, revealing his mother’s makeup closet. Eyelash
curlers, skin cream, powders, I was in over my head so I just
went with the basics. I grabbed some blush, eye shadow,
mascara, and lipstick. I applied each one carefully, and
with each one complete, I looked more and more like an actual
girl. The mascara and eye shadow really brought out my eyes,
and when I looked back into the mirror, I saw a gorgeous blonde,
with the most desirable face. The lipstick and blush only
made it better. I played around with some facial expressions
in front of the mirror, and then went downstairs to put the
clothes away. But when I walked down the stairs, I saw Mark
blocking my way.

“I knew you liked it, ” said Mark, “You didn’t
have to give that guy your real number, but you did. Your
phone has been going off for a while, you know.”

There was no way of hiding it from Mark or from myself, I loved
it. I put my head down in embarrassment.

Mark walked over to me until our bodies were inches apart.

“Is that makeup, Alice?”

He used my feminine name. He wouldn’t even acknowledge
that I was actually his best friend. I preferred that he
did though, it would ruin the moment if he didn’t.

“Yeah, I wanted to look a little prettier, is that a problem?”
I said in the most innocent, flirtatious way I could.

“No, I quite like it. It really brings out the girl in you.”

“Thanks for noticing actually, ” I said, smiling
up at him.

“I’ve been noticing you a lot since this afternoon.
Ever since you put on those clothes I’ve thought of you
as someone else, like you’re a real girl, and a beautiful
one at that.”

“That’s the point, I thought I’d try being a little
girly for an afternoon, and it turns out I love it.”

“But that was just the tip of the iceberg today, honey.”
Did he just call me honey? “There’s so much more to being
a woman, like pleasing your man for example.” With that,
he grabbed my arm and pulled me in close. Then our lips met,
and it was amazing. I had never kissed a man before, but I’d
realized now how much I have been missing out. I’d never
felt this way kissing a girl before; Mark had something
that none of them had had.

I put my arms around his neck and he grabbed my back as we pulled
our bodies into each other. We held each other close together
while embracing in a passionate kiss, and stayed like that
for a minute or two. Mark started to move his hands down to
my butt and caressed my cheeks. He was such a passionate
lover. He moved his hands all around my backside, and I let
him. I just started playing with his tongue every time it
went into my mouth.

As this continued, we pushed harder and harder into each
other. I felt his erection press up against my waist. I swear
it felt a foot long through his pants. I rubbed up against
him a few time then moved one of my hands down from his neck
and started massaging his tool. I felt it through his boxer
shorts, and then pulled them down with my other hand. I broke
the kiss to admire it, as I tilted my head down. For the first
time in my life, I was looking at an erect, veiny cock. It
may have not been as big as I estimated before, but I would
still probably need both hands to reach around it. I put
one of my hands on it and slowly started jerking him off as
we resumed kissing. His hands began to explore my chest,
as he started unbuttoning my blouse. With each button,
a little more of my chest and the white lace bra were revealed.
After the front was completely open, he moved his hands
onto my breasts. I was worried that he would be disappointed,
but to my surprise, he said they were just perfect as he moved
his mouth around my nipples. Mark started sucking gently
on them, giving me an occasional gentle bite. I knew this
shouldn’t turn me on, but for some reason my body was very

“Before we take off all our clothes, let’s move this
to the bedroom, ” Mark whispered to me.

“Sure, but which one?” I asked. We could have gone to
the master bedroom, as Greg’s parents were out for the
night, but we weren’t sure if they would come back. Then,
there was Greg’s room, but we both knew that if we did it
in there, he would catch us. Instead, we went to his sister’s

We walked hand in hand to her room, and as soon as Mark had
the door closed, we embraced again. His sister had a reputation
for being a little promiscuous, and even we knew at least
a few guys that had been in this room before. Fortunately,
though, this worked out well for us. I was looking for condoms
around the room as I knew she would have some, when I stumbled
along her lingerie drawer. In it was every naughty girl’s
dream. Bra, panties, stockings, garter belts, handcuffs,
and even a whip! I looked around some more and found matching
bras, panties, stockings, and a garter belt. I pushed aside
the whip and thought, “Maybe some other time.” Mark
went to the bathroom during this, so I wanted to surprise
him when he got back. I quickly pulled off everything I was
wearing and put on the lingerie, complete with pair of black
heels I found under the bed. I adjusted the bra and stockings
a little then got on the bed and lay down in the sexiest pose
I could pull off.

When he opened the door, his jaw fell. There, on his friends
sister’s bed was a hot teen slut, waiting to get fucked.
Also, he would be the one who got to take her virginity.

“Alice, wow, you look amazing, ” said Mark, while
stepping closer to me. “You are absolutely beautiful, ”
he said as he put something down on the bedside table.

“Thanks, ” I smiled nervously, not knowing what to
do next, but Mark did.

“We are going to have fun tonight, ” he said, as he leaned
in for another kiss. We sat on the edge of the bed together
with our hands exploring each other’s bodies. Mark was
clearly more experienced than I was, and went where he wanted
to. I let him feel my breasts again, then my ass. He moving
quite fast, and started to rub my thigh, slowly getting
closer to my panties. Before he could get close enough to
feel the wet spot I had created in panties, he moved his hand
down again. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I was almost
sure that Mark was trying to pretend he was with a real girl
the whole time.

Then, Mark stood up and pulled off his pants and underwear,
revealing his enormous cock. I gasped silently when I saw
it; mine would be overshadowed by this thing!

“You know what I want, ” Mark said with a grin on his
face. I moved off the couch and onto my knees in front of him.
There I was, face to face with his monster cock, and my lips
only inches away from it.

Up until this afternoon, this situation would have sounded
ridiculous and weird to me, but now, it felt like my fantasies
had come true. Despite posing as a woman the whole day, sucking
a dick felt like it would be my true induction into womanhood
(or at least sissy hood). I grabbed the head and squeezed
a little bit of pre-cum out the tip, then moved my head forward
and licked it off. Now I knew there was no going back.

I savored the taste for a little, then wrapped both my lips
around the head and started going down the shaft. At first,
I only went down a couple of inches then pulled back up. I
started jerking him every time I pulled my mouth off his
dick, and then I would just squeeze tightly when I covered
it with my lips again.

I made use of my tongue as well. Whenever Mark’s tool was
inside my mouth, I would swirl my tongue around the head,
then stick the tip of the tongue in his pisshole and try to
get out as much pre-cum as I could. I think I started to develop
an addiction.

I kept getting a little bit better at fitting him in my mouth,
as I could get around 6 or 7 inches inside. Amazingly, though,
this still wasn’t all of it. When Mark got fed up with my
teasing pace, he grabbed my hair and shoved my face on his
cock. He started thrusting his hips back and forth into
my mouth, as I became a fuck toy. I acted as a rag doll would
in this situation and let him take control. He then grabbed
my hair with both his hands and got even more dominant with
me. I loved to be used like this, and I loved his dominant

“C’mon, slut, suck it! You’re about to get a mouthful
of cum, ready to swallow.”

“Uhhh, ” was all I could get out after that. When he
called me a slut, I swear I almost felt the panties rip apart
to let my cock free. The name turned me on so much. I didn’t
know it would, but I quickly realized that I loved it. After
that, I chose to assume the role. I did want to pleasure Mark,
and he was doing quite a good job of getting that out of me.
I was hornier than ever with his dick in my mouth, so this
was probably for the best. He was what I suppose most women
look for in a lover, and I was getting the first-hand experience.
I told myself that I was lucky to able to receive his cum.
Ethan was gone now, Alice took over, and she was all woman,
a submissive, slutty woman.

Mark started groaning, and then suddenly, I felt a hot stream
of cum shoot into my mouth. I almost choked, so I decided
it would be better just to swallow, rather than try to savor
the taste. He kept cumming, and soon my mouth began to overflow.
I was swallowing as fast as I could, but there was just too
much. Some started dribbling down my chin, and then Mark
pulled out as he resumed shooting, but now on my face. He
only had a couple of pumps left, but they were strong ones.
Once he finished, I felt like a glazed donut.

I stayed on my knees for a little bit, until I knew Mark had
finished. I kept my eyes closed and started to move the cum
around in my mouth a little, enjoying my first gift. But
the appreciation was short lived.

“Clean it up now, ” Mark said with a commanding attitude.
I moved over on my knees to meet his cock. It was still covered
in cum. I moved my mouth back on it, and licked it clean. I
sucked the cum back into my mouth and swallowed, licking
my lips as I did, which Mark noticed.

“Wow, I’ve never seen a girl do that. You are a real slut,
Alice.” Mark said, smiling.

“Thanks” I smiled back at him. To be honest, that was
probably the best compliment I’d ever received.

“Give me a second, then I’ll be ready for the real thing.”
The real thing? I was nervous, and got butterflies in my
stomach, or maybe that was the semen. I’d played around
with a dildo before, but never imagined it as a man penetrating
me. On one hand I was inexperienced and about to be fucked
by my best friend, on the other, though, I was his girl who
he was going to fuck regardless of what I said. I decided
not to disappoint him, and let Alice take control again.
She would know what to do.

“Lube me up, ” I said as got down on all fours in front
of Mark. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table
and squeezed a generous amount it his hand. He rubbed his
cock a little, covering it, then put some more on his finger
and pushed up against my asshole. One finger went in and
felt the walls inside. Then another went in. All I could
I could do was gasp. As soon as the third finger went in me,
I took a quick inhale.

Soon after his initial penetration, Mark started to finger-fuck
my ass. He kept his fingers inside me for a while, moving
them around and exploring, then pulled them nearly all
the way out and shoved them back in me. Every time he did this,
I would moan, and eventually he got impatient with the foreplay.

“Enough, I need the real thing now, ” Mark said, but
it could have just as easily been me.

“I’m ready when you are, baby.” With that, he pushed
the tip of his lubricated dick up against the inside of my
cheeks. After a little fidgeting, he got the tip inside
me. I let out of soft moan from the pain, but that quickly
changed to pleasure. Mark was blessed with what he had down
there and made it clear to me. He slowly pushed into me, and
my moaning got louder. Then he stopped, and I thought I had
been able to fit all of him inside me without having to rip
my cheeks apart, so I exhaled. That’s when he told me he
only had half of it in.

“But baby, I feel so full already, I won’t be able to
take any more, ” I pleaded with him.

“I’ll go slowly and we’ll just see how much you can
take.” Mark pulled his dick out until the head rested
at the opening. He pushed back in and spread my sphincter
for a second time. “See, nice and easy, ” he said as
he went back and forth slowly, but only ever going a maximum
of half way.

I had no problems with this. All the pain stopped and it became
pure pleasure. We got into a good rhythm together as I started
to push back against him once he was pretty deep in. This
was probably the limit for me, since it was only my first
time, but unfortunately, pushing my ass towards him must
have meant something else to him.

Mark grabbed onto my hips started thrusting much harder.
I felt a little pain from this but there was too much pleasure
involved for it to matter. Apparently, though, he had had
enough with this halfway stuff, and with one unsuspecting
thrust, he shoved his cock deep inside me. I screamed out
as he hit my prostate. I felt like there was football trying
to get inside me. I wanted to tell him this was too much, and
that I wasn’t ready.

I started to say, “Mark, please...” but as I said this,
he thrust into me once again, ending my sentence there with
my own gasp. This just made it worse. Now he thought I wanted
it harder. It was so big and it split me so wide, but at the
same time I loved it. I couldn’t tell if my moans were getting
louder and louder because of the pain or because I knew an
orgasm was building fast. As soon as Mark moved his hand
down to my tiny little boy clit, I knew which one it was.

“Alice, you’re practically leaking down here.”
It was true. Once he felt my little thing, he knew that I had
been consistently leaking pre-cum since his first finger
went in me. He played with my balls a little, then grabbed
on tight to my little cock and started jacking me off in rhythm
with the fucking. This was the first time that Mark had touched
my dick. He wanted to believe he was fucking a girl at first,
but I think now it just didn’t matter any more to him.

“Yes! Yes! YES!” I screamed out every time he went balls
deep. I never even knew something could be this deep inside
me. I started moving back onto his dick again during the
thrusts, and felt maximum penetration. I could hear and
feel his balls slapping me, and his bush grazing my smooth
ass. “Oh Mark yes!” I moaned out.

“Say my name, bitch.”


“Louder, ” he commanded.

“MARK!” I screamed, as his dick went all the way in another
time. “Oh, yes!”

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to fuck me hard, Mark.”

“Tell me what you want, bitch.”

“I need your cock deep inside me.”

“What?” he asked, as he stopped with the just the tip
inside me.

“I need your big cock all the way in me.”


“I need you to shove your cock deep inside my ass and make
me your bitch!” I screamed. What was I saying? All the
lust was blinding me as we just kept fucking as roughly as
we could.

With that, though, he pulled all the way out then rammed
himself all the way inside me. I couldn’t contain myself.
I screamed out another “Yes!” probably the loudest
thing I’ve ever uttered in my life. I was completely oblivious
to the fact there was someone else in the house trying to
sleep, and with all the noise we were making, the whole neighborhood
could probably hear us. But I was soon reminded of this.

“What the fuck?” I looked up and froze. It was Greg.
He was standing at the doorway of the room. He was looking
down on his two best friends doing it on his sister’s bed.
I can’t even imagine what that must have felt like for
him. “Who the hell is she?” he said to Mark. Oh, my God,
I thought to myself, he hasn’t realized that the girl
is actually the same girl he left in the changing room earlier
today. He walked over to get a closer look. Mark had stopped
fucking me, but he was still inside me.

“HOLY SHIT! ETHAN?” Shit, I was done, my life was over.
I thought I was going to have to move far away from here and
never see anyone again, so I went to my last-resort option,
as I knew denial or convincing wouldn’t help.

“Quiet down and my name’s Alice, not Ethan.” I said
as I got off the couch and let Mark slip out of me.

“What the hell is going on?” Greg said angrily.

“Relax, Greg, ” said Mark. “Alice is best cocksucker
in the country. She’ll give you whatever you want, you
can just stick it in her mouth and she’ll suck you off!”

“No fucking way, ” he said, but I could tell that he
was lying through his teeth. Also, I got a good look at the
bulge in his pants when he realized it was me. It was obvious
Greg wanted it as bad as I did, but I stayed silent, letting
Mark talk for me.

“C’mon, we’re having a great time.” Mark said
as he turned and pointed at Greg’s pants. . “Seems like
someone’s getting excited.”

“Well, that’s just because I thought it was a girl before.”

“Oh really? So now you know and I don’t see you getting
any softer.”

“How about we take a closer look? Alice, take off his clothes.”
I got down on my knees and pulled down his boxer shorts. His
erection sprang out to salute me. I wrapped my hand around
it and slowly started to rub it up and down. I did this not
because Mark told me to, but because I wanted to; it’s
just that I needed his permission first.

“Well, it’s clear you’re turned on by all of this,
so why don’t you just accept the invitation so Alice and
I can get back to where we left off, and you can get a blowjob.”
I knew that would work, especially seeing how Greg hadn’t
gotten laid in months now. Mark had handled the situation
quite well.

I got back on my knees in front of Mark as he pushed back into
me. I moaned a little more as he slipped back into me and resumed
his brutal assault on my ass. Greg got on the other side of
the bed and got on his knees in front of me. I inched forward,
with his cock leading the way until it sat just before my
lips. I extended my tongue towards the tip and licked the
head. Greg nearly came right there! I put the whole head
in my mouth and started playing with his balls too. He pushed
himself deeper inside me, and I just let him. I even encouraged
him with my tongue as he did. Greg grabbed my head and started
to face-fuck me. I had nothing to do but play with his balls
now: he was in total control. I stayed like that, on my knees,
with my mouth open and my ass being fucked. I was almost motionless,
because once Mark went in Greg would back up to my lips. I
became their fuck puppet.

I moaned into Greg’s dick as Mark shoved all the way into
me, then swirled my tongue around Greg’s as he forced
his cock into my mouth. The two of them worked in unison to
have always at least one penis deep inside one of my holes.
I loved it. There was nothing else I wanted at the time, but
Mark gave it to me.

Mark could no longer contain himself and he started grunting,
getting progressively louder.

“Oh, uhh! Get ready, I’m cumming, baby!” he said
as he started shooting into me again. He held his dick all
the way in during his orgasm. I felt the warm, gooey cum cover
the walls of my ass. I felt completely full now; I didn’t
want it to change. There was so much cum it started leaking
out of my ass. Mark recovered eventually and pulled out.
There was a popping noise and I felt something start trickling
down my thigh. I didn’t want to lose it, so I quickly let
go of Greg’s dick in my mouth, and spun around, allowing
him to take me from behind.

“We’re going to do this right, baby.” Greg said as
he looked at my waiting ass. He flipped me over onto my back,
then grabbed my legs and pulled them up over his shoulders.
He now had complete access to my ass and could even use my
legs as grip to thrust even harder, which he did. With this
new position, my own dick was in view now. Greg noticed it
was sticking straight up in the air, still coated with cum,
and started to jack me off. I was thankful for that, as I had
been silently crying for release.

Greg started thrusting much harder than before, giving
it all he had. I started moaning again, as my mouth was free
for the first time since Greg had entered the room. I got
louder and louder with each thrust, and was getting pretty
close to my own climax. Then, out of the blue, Greg came buckets
into my ass. Again, I felt full, with man-juice being pumped
into me. It was nice and warm like before. As he exploded
in orgasm, I knew that this was something I could get hooked

All this sent me to my own climax, as I shot my own load. There
was now three different men’s semen in or on my body, and
I loved it. I didn’t stop shooting for a while, and during
this, Greg kept jacking me and held himself inside me. Once
I caught my breath and Greg pulled out, I pulled my panties
back up, and could feeling a wet patch start to form.

“God that was the best sex of my life” said Greg, while
lying against the headboard.

“Same here, ” said Mark, still smiling.

“I’m just glad I could help” I said with a wink. I was
so happy I had been able to pleasure them, and was already
looking forward to the next time. I was ready to accept my
role as their bitch who would give them whatever they wanted
whenever they needed it.

All three of us knew that there would be more sleepovers
to come.

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hot ,,to bad sister didn't come in catch all 3


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or may be that's the next story


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Great story. For me, Girls clothes feel and fit so much better than guy clothes. If I could, and our society didn't frown on it, I would wear girls clothes ALL the time! I wish I had some friends like Mark and Greg, when I was younger.

Being curious and asking questions is a good thing!


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Great story,keep them cumming.


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great story luved every bit of it , cant wait to hear more


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This is one of the first to be believable in the way it was written. Very hot and every girlie boys dream! Keep it up your good at this! Kiss's Carolyn.


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great, wonderful,hot, sexy story loved it all i to wish i had some friends like Mark and Greg when i was growing up and discovering how much i enjoyed wearing lingerie , hope to hear more from you .


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wow, what an amazing story. I would love to be used like that.


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A fantastic story, so well told I felt I was there in the room watching you. Keep up the great stories