Chapter 58

You sat at the dining table in your crop-top and miniskirt. Feeling the cold of a varnished wooden chair against your asscheeks, left very much exposed by Fiona’s thong you were also wearing. Every time you moved or breathed, strange sensations echoed from within the depths of you; for the same young woman had made sure to leave a dildo buried stem to root in your rectum. The constant dirty, guilty reminders of its presence threatened to overwhelm you at any moment, sending blood rushing to your cheeks in waves. Which, of course… only made you feel more self-conscious and embarrassed.

Across the table, you could tell Terry was sharing similar struggles. He had been graciously allowed to slip back into his school uniform, to avoid parental horror… yet there were still the hints of eyeliner around his lashes. The pretty boy squirmed and shuddered visibly, every few seconds. Clearly more than a little uncomfortable to be sat with his parents while pierced with a plastic addition. Your heart cried out for the boy, still so new to all such humiliating games… While you could barely remember any other existence.

Mel had also been invited to stay for dinner, seemingly a common enough visitor to this household. She sat grinning like a mad woman, always trying to jostle you and Terry, or get you to stand up and fetch something. It was clear that even Fiona was slightly worried her friend was going to give the game away, though she also seemed to enjoy the tortured looks upon her little brother’s face. Yet, if either of the sibling’s parents could tell something was going on… they made no mention of it. Terry’s mom was full of nothing but polite and welcoming smiles, while his dad seemed to be simply trying not to stare too long at your outfit.

With a shiver, you realised the older man's surreptitious glances were already having an effect on you as well. You couldn’t help but preen a little, under that uncertain, unseemly distraction. It sickened you to realise you were already beginning to daydream what it might be like to be fucked by your dear friend's father as well. Was it just the still-boiling blood you held, from being tossed between two harpies all day? Or was it simply another of your own unlocked perversions? You let your own step-father fuck you every week after all… would this be any more particularly taboo?

When all was said and done, after dessert, you finally escaped that house. You had considered popping to the bathroom to remove the silicon lump from your rear… but hadn't really known where you'd put it. To your mind, setting off an awkward discovery among Terry’s family was far worse a risk than just trying to keep the bloody thing from falling out as you walked home. The idea of ducking into an alley and just discarding it seemed wrong as well… it belonged to someone else after all. You would take it home, clean it, then make sure it got back to Fiona. In the meantime its swollen presence inside you was actually almost comforting in a way… it gave you a warming focus against the chill of the night.

Mel also left at the same time as you, offering a lift back to the shop. This you politely declined, quite convinced that if you got in that young woman's car you might very well not make it home for another week or two. So instead she dragged you out of sight and shoved her tongue down your throat, forcing one of your little hands into her pants and getting you to masturbate her to completion, one last time. You didn’t really mind… you had time to kill anyway.

For, sure enough… once Mel had driven off, and all the lights had slowly clicked off within that suburban fortress in which you'd been trapped. The window you'd been watching slid open. Terry clambered his way down, dressed once again as a slutty, young femboy. You kissed and held hands, as he slipped on his high heels. Then walked out together, into the night.

In the distance the tool shop called… surely filled with pent-up friends and strangers **** to fuck you both. Yet there was a long waddle left between you and there…

Who knew what else might happen… before you made it back. What further sordid adventures might claim you. You looked up at the pretty, make-up'd whore you'd made from your schoolboy companion… and were glad to have his company. Whatever the world laid in wait… you'd face it together. As good, little sluts.