Chapter 63

Dozing in the afternoon sun, you could feel the beads of sweat as they formed and trickled down swathes of soft, exposed skin. Which turned to sticky, clammy heat where your body met Terry’s. It was worth it though, to feel that comforting closeness of forms. You were still not entirely sure what were the true nature of your feelings towards the other, younger femboy. But it simply did not matter right now. He was someone who had followed you every step down this path of degrading, feminising, sordid glory. Someone who understood the unthinkable desires and choices you had made, when all the outside world would surely consider you mad and morally decrepit. You could feel where his erection strained against the silken fabric of one bikini to press up between the cheeks the other bared. It was such a comfort to have such tangible lust so close at hand. You were a thing to be fucked, so knowing someone was always just waiting to fuck you; filled your heart with warmth.

"Pssst!" Came a voice from somewhere nearby. An unsubtle grab for your attention, that nonetheless you struggled to locate the source of.

"Up here!"

Blinking against the light, your squinting gaze at last managed to settle upon a wobbling face seeming to levitate precariously above the fence into next door's mansion. You got the distinct impression that its owner was standing on something not particularly stable in order to gain this vantage point. However, she was also quickly joined by two other faces… who had clearly been just waiting to see if contact could really be established.

All three were young women of about Terry’s age, 18 but not yet graduated. With neatly pinned hair and gigglingly curious expressions. They were also each wearing a dark blue blazer, embossed upon which you could just about make out a badge you knew very well. For it had been stitched into that uniform of your step-sister’s, you had so nervously pulled on… In a different life. As a different person.

"Are you two whores?" The leader asked, flatly… Without any particular malice or accusation.

"Ummm…" Was your immediate, taken aback response.

"Coz Em's Daddy said a bunch of dirty whores are moving in next door... He seems pretty mad about it."

You weren’t quite sure how to take the blunt forwardness of this interrogation. Lying there in your own backyard, in little more than a thong and two triangles with, indeed… an ass full of stranger's cum you'd been paid to receive.

"I-I guess… we are…" You stammered through. Though the knowledge and acceptance that that was exactly what you were had long lost all doubt.

"Cooooool…" Exclaimed the high school senior, staring down at you with a wide-eyed reverence. Her two companions seemingly similarly impressed. You felt their eyes begin to crawl across every inch of your body, as if you were an exotic animal in a zoo. Seeking out every hint of your 'whorishness', perhaps.

"So you like… have sex all the time then? With whoever you want?!"

"Well… More like… With whoever wants us…" You corrected. "...Sometimes with several 'whoevers' at once…"

It was a very strange thing… to be explaining the ins and outs of your sordid existence to three, enthralled teenage listeners. But their earnest enthusiasm could not be denied. You spent several minutes fielding question after question over how many men and women you'd 'serviced' at once, overall, and in the last day or so. It felt very much like you were doing a graduated career presentation for students of your former school… 'Choose a life of prostitution! You too could be as full of cum as me!'