Chapter 48

Much later that evening, you were walking Terry home through the quiet darkness of a city not-quite sleeping. Shadows moved in the darkness and the breeze whispered between your shaven thighs, making you really feel rather exposed and ****.

Up ahead though, your fellow crossdresser didn't seem perturbed at all. He was practicing walking in high-heels. Making sure to wiggle his little rump seductively from side to side in a pornographic pastiche of how most women actually walked. Everything he knew of sex and love now revolving around that dirty flat and everything that went on in there. It seemed so wrong and yet… Even you had to admit how pretty a little whore he made. How fast it made your heartbeat to see him on his knees with all that innocence and naivety on display. It was terrible to know how horny it made you: to see him being twisted and corrupted as you had. To watch the blooming colour in his cheeks as you remembered how it had felt to be back there yourself; first learning what you now knew as everything.

"Are you sure you're still okay… with everything they do to us?" You asked, trying desperately to escape the sway of those hips as they pulled upon your eyes.

Terry turned to look at you over his shoulder, a coy, coquettish excitement on his painted face.

"Yes! It's amazing! I wish I didn't ever have to leave!"

The honesty on his face was both pure and white as snow. The beautiful creature's joy and innocence so contrasted to the sordid hours which had inspired it. Flashes back to lying on the carpet next to him; both of you with knees up near your shoulders as two much-older men drove themselves inside you; came over in a wave. All the times you had kissed him, rolling in the aftermath of feeling Skeg and co cum inside you both. Feeling their semen drip slowly out of your asses.

"I could spend all day, everyday being their little plaything… if it meant I was doing it with you!"

The love and adoration burned bright in his gaze, too bright to be refused. You pressed your lipstick against his own, as tongues tangled within. Just at that moment a car full of drunken young men rolled past, wolf-whistling and slowing down to admire your embrace. Yet you could barely hear their convincement that they had stumbled across the cutest lesbian couple around. All you could do is wrap yourself around him and explore every inch of his mouth you could.

Once the car had driven on, he finally pulled away from you for a moment… leaving your lips still stinging out for more.

"The only person who hasn't fucked me all month… is you!" He plucked up the courage to state, the hurt plain in his eyes. "Not since they got you to take my virginity… all those weeks ago…"

It was true; you hadn't. Hadn't felt your own meagre meat inside of him in all the time he had been properly introduced to the flat. Had tried to block out the memory of his tightness clenching around you as your own step-sister gently pushed your back into every thrust. Twisted delight shining in her eyes as she sent your penis into one of the only other bodies it had ever entered, save hers and Nancy’s. As always, it was her word that had finally got you to invade your doting follower so. Your devotion to her every lurid delight still as strong as it ever was.

But now… now you could no longer resist what lay in the unsettled depths of your servile heart. The boy had made a request, plain as day. You could no longer hold back on everything your body yearned for, pressed up so close against his.