My name is John. I have a twin sister called Julie. We are not exactly identical, but we are very similar in features. We had both entered our first year at college at the same place. It was nearing the end of the first year, and although we had separate interests we still spent a fair bit of time together. It led to a situation out of my control.
It was two weeks since Marcy and I had got back together, following my escapades with Butch, relationships with the unsuspecting jock had taken a turn for the worse.
Butch had been given a blow job by me (as Julie) and then had coerced me into having anal with him. Marcy had taken a number of pictures of me dressed as Julie, with some of them clearly showing my sexual situation with Butch, with my erection clearly showing, unbeknown to our sporting friend. She had used this to blackmail me into this position, as part of her plan to get back at me for dumping her. We are now together again, enjoying sex with me in as feminine a get-up as possible, which I had learned was very enjoyable. It was complicated.
Butch had started to make some very clear sexual jibes at Julie, who he still thinks he had had sex with. Julie had been pretty angry with Marcy for putting me through this. The fact that Butch now thought he had something on Julie had led to him seeking to gain an advantage on her. He had started to imply that he now wanted full sex with her. She had led him this far, and he now wanted more. If only he knew.
Butch had made some really unpleasant comments yesterday, as he had come to realise that Julie was not going to comply with his desire for full sex. This was starting to get out of hand. Marcy decided it was time for us to have a word with Butch. We went looking for him and found him in the cafeteria, having lunch. He was alone.
Marcy took the lead (she usually did) and scolded Butch for his lousy treatment of her best friend. "What ya gonna do about it? Ya gonna get big bad John to punch my lights out? Na, didn't think so. Julie is gonna get what's coming to her. She has got me all horny for her. God, she was hot last time, and she just needs persuading I'm the man to go all the way with her. You two ain't gonna make me give up, so just beat it."
It didn't go well. It was clear Butch was paying no attention to us, so we left him.
That evening, Marcy and I were in the bar with Julie, prior to going into town for a dance. Butch was there, and had possibly been there an hour longer than us, as he was steaming drunk. He came over and started pawing at Julie. "Come on honey, it's me, your Butch. Ya know how you enjoyed that cornholing I gave you. You shuddered at the end of it, I could tell how much you wanted me. Come here." He grabbed her and tried to stick his tongue down her throat. She pushed him off. He was becoming too damn insistent. Julie ran off in tears, and we followed her back to her room.
"You two have made my life impossible. That idiot won't leave me alone now. I just can't go out any more. My social life is ruined and you two are to blame. It's OK for you two, cosying up together, but my life is a bloody misery."
She was right. We had caused this and we were embarrassed and upset for her. We went back to Marcy's room.
Since we had got back together, Marcy and I had lots of sex, always with me as my alter-ego, Joanne. Tonight was no different. Marcy kissed me deeply as soon as we got through the door. I stripped naked and looked at myself in the mirror. I was already hard. I loved looking at my erection come up. I pulled on the suspender belt Marcy had bought for me last week. Marcy insisted that I had to have my own underwear. This set was a gorgeous lacy black set. First I had to put on the garter belt, and then slipped the sheer nylon hosiery up each leg, attaching them to the suspenders at the top. Last week I had shaved my legs and they were still smooth. As a tactile sensation, there is NOTHING quite like pulling stockings up a smooth leg.
Next came a matching pair of black bra and panties, in sheer satin. When I was putting these on I was in heaven. It feels great to tuck a pulsing cock into them. I pulled the knickers over my shaven balls and rubbed myself through the fabric. God this feels good.
Marcy cooed, "Over to the mirror, lover girl."
I was getting good at using the mascara, giving my eyes a great definition. Then I had to put on some lipstick, using a tube of 'Scarlett Red' which was my lipstick of choice. I turned to the mirror, standing in front of it, a distinct bulge my satin knickers, and started to put on the bright red lipstick. My hair was quite wavy and feminine, and looking back at me from the mirror was a sexy girl, red lipstick gliding over my lips. I always applied coat after coat, as I love the feel of stroking my red hot lips with even more creamy lipstick. I puckered, blew myself a kiss. Joanne was ready to go.
Marcy was waiting on the bed, naked. I lay next to her, and she looked into my eyes.
"You know, we really are going to have to do something about Butch."
"Of course, but not now."
"No, come on, we must decide how to help Julie out of this."
"Yes, I know, but not now." I was desperate to plunge into her.
"OK, but as soon as we are finished we must come up with a plan."
She pushed me on my back, and ran her hands up my stockings, tickling the band at the top. She slowly moved her fingers in circles, occasionally touching my cock through the knickers. She leaned over and took out my aching member. She climbed on top of me and straddled my hips. Slowly, slowly, she guided herself onto me. She was pretty horny and started thrusting at me immediately. She kept pumping and I had to start thinking of a computer problem I had been working on to stop myself from gushing too soon. She kept going for just a couple of minutes. She was that turned on that she was soon moaning and was rocking and bucking. As she started her orgasm I couldn't hold back. I could feel my balls emptying as she collapsed on me. She started kissing me, licking my lipstick off, and I could feel the last little spurt of cum exit my penis. Done.
We eventually got to discussing Julie's problem with Butch.
"It was our fault, well, mine in particular. We HAVE to sort this out for her."
We thought of all sort of things. Getting someone to warn him off, but we couldn't think of many people who could scare him off. He was a big lad. We could tell the police, or the school authorities, but that might just get messy. Our eventual bright idea was so obvious, but it would take some nerve.
We decided to confront Butch with the pictures. There were a number of them. Firstly, me getting ready, putting on lipstick in the mirror, with my hard-on sticking out of the satin panties. Secondly, the one of Julie and I stood next to each other, looking into her mirror. Thirdly, the one of me getting ready to go to a dance, with my long black dress on, it showing off a large amount of my shoulders and with a huge split up the side, which went up to my stocking tops. Fourthly, the one taken by Butch of me snogging Marcy in the toilet. Then there was the one of me on my knees, looking up, with lipstick smeared over my face and cum dripping from my hair and my chin, after having given Butch the blow job. Finally, the one with Butch cornholing me. I was bent over in my 3 inch heels and had stockings tugging at my suspenders. My balls were tightly encased in the satin knickers. Butch was cumming and I'm there with my own cock in my hand, with my long red fingernails around it and spurting cum.
This was dynamite stuff, but how would Butch react? He would probably beat me up severely, and could go crazy. We decided on a strategy to prevent that.
We called Butch over to the room the next evening. We sent him an email inviting him to meet Julie at Marcy's room. There was no way he would refuse that. It worked and he replied that he was coming over. It had taken some preparing, but we were ready.
He arrived on time and wanted to know where Julie was. He had no idea that the Julie he had shagged was me. We went through the process again of asking him to lay off, but he just bragged that he was close to having her and wouldn't stop. We looked at each other, and decided we had no choice.
"Butch, was that a really good blow job she gave you?"
"Oh yes, the best I've ever had. And I want more."
"And did you really enjoy cornholing her?"
"You bet, she has one tight as and is really hot. I just gotta have full sex with her next."
It was time. We had printed off the photos, and handed him the first one. He looked at it, but didn't get it.
"Is that you John, you pansy. What a poof, you fairy."
When he saw the second one it still didn't register. Then the third one, with me and Julie together. He now looked a little puzzled, but no more than that. The next was the one with me and Marcy.
"Haw, you and Julie are two lesbians. That's not gonna stop me wanting her. She'll want me like she did then."
He still hadn't got it. The next one had me with cum in my hair, but he still didn't get it, all he could see was Julie, not Joanne / John.
"Excellent, I want a copy of this one for my collection." God, he was dense.
We handed him the final one, with him cornholing Joanne and Joanne holding her cock and cumming. That did it. He went back to the first photo, it suddenly dawned on him. There was a look of horror, then it turned to rage.
"You bastard, I'll kill you." He lunged for me.
At this point our preparations came into play. We had invited over four of our friends from the Photographic Society, who happened to be gay. We had chosen them because we could trust them t keep Joanne's secret. They jumped on Butch and pinned him down. He howled in frustration, but they held him down. As they kept him secure, I tied his hands and feet securely behind him, and we picked him up, still thrashing and tied him to the chair. He stopped struggling and stared at me, hate in his eyes.
'You might have me for now, but when I'm loose I'm still gonna kill you.'
This was still very dangerous. We explained how we all had the photos and everyone would get them if he caused trouble. This seemed to calm him down. There was a look of a beaten man in his eyes now.
We still needed to be sure we could rely on him staying under control. This required the second part of our plan. He was well and truly cowed now. He started blubbering, begging to be let go. We repeated about how he would be seen shagging a trannie if he didn't behave. He was crying properly. His reputation would be in tatters. But we still had other plans. He needed to pay for the way he had forced Joanne to have anal, and the way he had treated Julie. He was a bully and needed to be taught a proper lesson. Marcy told him he was to be punished, and if he didn't accept it, he would be exposed as a trannie-shagging queer. He blubbed some more.
"OK, anything you want, but let me go."
We untied him.
"Strip, gay boy."
Marcy started taunting him as she had done to me when she had first forced me into drag. She was ruthless. She kept calling him names, fag, arse-bandit, shirt-lifter, cocksucker. He bowed his head as she screamed abuse at him.
"Now, hard man, get over to the mirror."
His image stared back from the mirror, tear-stained. She handed him a lipstick. Not my "Scarlett Red" but an equally vivid colour. He looked at her dumbfounded.
"Put it on, or the photos go on-line tonight."
She was really angry. The treatment of Julie had upset her. Butch took the lid off the tube. He looked confused.
She screamed again "put it on faggot, or face the consequences".
He eventually pushed up the red lipstick and dragged it over his lips. He looked ridiculous, naked in front of the mirror, his brutish face with it's crooked bright red lips. FLASH Marcy took the photograph, to further add to Butch's humiliation. And he WAS humiliated. My guess was he was suppliant enough to do anything, and this punishment was deserved.
Butch turned around. Our four friends were all naked too. And interested. The sight of a naked Butch clearly had their attention. Firstly, Sadiq approached Butch.
"Big boy, I want you to suck my cock".
Butch was in shock, there was no way he had contemplated this. Marcy was still in control.
"On your knees Butchette. You are going to know what it is like to suck cock, or you are going to find out how your team mates think of you with your cock up John's arse. NOW."
He got down on his knees and took Sadiq's 7 inch beauty in his hands. He looked up hopefully at Marcy, but she screamed again "NOW bitch". Butch bent his head towards what was obviously his first ever cock. "LICK IT." He started to lick it and FLASH. Although he noticed the flash, he proceeded to put his mouth around the head, sucking slowly. His hand stayed on the shaft and Sadiq shuffled forward, pushing himself at Butch, who backed up a little. To no avail. Sadiq was obviously VERY taken by Butch and although he had only been there for seconds, he shot his load. Straight into Butch's mouth. He gagged and moved backwards involuntarily, allowing Sadiq's secondary spurt to splatter all over his chin. FLASH. Marcy wasted no time getting this shot.
Sadiq made ecstatic moaning noises and slipped back to the sofa, where he collapsed. There was no doubting it, he had really enjoyed that and was in post-coital ecstasy.
Next was Brodie. The least camp of the guys. He had a quite small cock, but it was ready for action. He moved straight in and Butch cried, 'no more.' 'AGAIN, bitch' Marcy yelled.
Brodie sat in the chair, grabbing Butch's hair and pulling him round. FLASH. He forced his head onto his cock, and Butch wasn't really resisting. After several minutes of bobbing up and down, Brodie grabbed Butch's head, holding him on whilst he bucked and came for what seemed like at least 30 seconds. FLASH. He held on tight, not letting Butch have any relief from his cumming. He might have had a small cock, but he certainly seemed to have fantastically full balls, or at least, they had been full before that session.
Jody had disappeared when Brodie had gone to Butch. He was the campest of the group and came back into the room wearing one of Marcy's outfits. He had only been gone 5 minutes, but he came back in full feminine guise, a bright floral dress, stockings and heels, fully made up with the bright red lipstick Butch had used. I have to admit that he looked sensational. The college had about 500 girls in it and Jody would have been in anyone's top ten, no doubt. Jody made a gorgeous girl, really pretty. He minced over to Butch and grabbed his hand.
"Come on gorgeous, paint your lips for Jody. Lots and lots of lipstick please."
Butch was in a daze. He went with his hand in Jody's hand over to the mirror and applied several costs of the lipstick. He turned back to Jody. He was accepting this, but he wasn't enjoying it. There was no erection, just a limp dick. Well, that was true for Butch, but I had noticed that my cock was hardening. There was something about Jody I couldn't quite figure. I assumed it was seeing another guy in a dress was stirring my feelings for dressing up, but whatever it was I was feeling horny as hell.
Jody led him to the sofa, next to the still inert Sadiq. Butch was aware what was needed and moved towards Jody's fat 6 inch erection. Jody stopped him, pulling his face towards him. He kissed Butch deeply, forcing his tongue in. FLASH. There was no resistance. In fact, there was a slight movement of Butch's cock, which started to grow slowly. Jody continued the kissing, holding his head with his left hand, and massaging his own cock with the other. He soon came all over Butch's chest, slumping back on the sofa. Butch was now semi-erect. FLASH.
Jody kissed Butch again, who seemingly was totally in character now, as the subservient cocksucker. Jody stopped his kissing, and knelt down to take Butch's erection in his mouth. He stared sucking slowly. FLASH. Jody looked up from his sucking and smiled at me. There was something between us and I wasn't sure what it was. Maybe it was the situation, knowing we were giving Butch what he deserved.
The fourth guy, Morgan, had another fat 7 inch dick. He knelt down behind Butch and put his hand on Butch's rear. He had plenty of lube on his fingers and roughly shoved them right up Butch's hole. He yelped in pain, and squirmed away, but Morgan wasn't letting him go. The ultra-feminine Jody was still grabbing Butch's head, and started kissing him again. Morgan kept his fingers firmly up Butch's hole. FLASH.
Morgan eventually manoeuvred Butch upright, with Jody still working on his mouth. They got him holding onto the back of the chair, and with one thrust, Morgan's well-lubed cock went straight up Butch's arse. FLASH.
Morgan just held on without pumping his ass. Jody wiggled over to the mirror, on her heels, with no problem at all. She had obviously had practice. After wiping her mouth clean, she took the lipstick and quickly painted her beautiful lips in full again. She had definitely done that before. Her mouth looked perfect.
In the meantime, Butch was holding onto the back of the chair. Marcy went over and bent down, inches from Butch's face. She taunted him some more. He wasn't in any position to move now. She took out her bright red nail polish and quickly applied a coat to his nails. How cute he looked, a big burly tight-end, with red nails. Actually, tight-end was a an appropriate phrase in more ways than one.
For all her effeminacy, Jody was hard again, only minutes after cumming on Butch's chest. Whilst she bent down and started kissing Butch again, Morgan started to rock backwards and forwards.
Now I remember from my own episode with Butch, that whilst I certainly don't think of myself as gay, the pumping motion in my ass had got me pretty hard. The sensation is unlike anything else I had experienced, and I had ended up having to pull myself off whilst Butch had his cock rammed up my hole. It had made me very horny.
Butch was obviously experiencing something similar. With Jody kissing him, and Morgan ramming him, his penis had become rock hard. Marcy took her opportunity. FLASH. FLASH. FLASH. She was taking photos from all angles, making sure she got enough of Butch's face so that there was no mistaking who was getting cornholed.
"Come on Bitch, grab your cock with your pretty red nails and have a wank."
Butch was quick to comply. Morgan was pumping away furiously, deep inside him. Butch was pumping away at his own hard-on, bright red nails gleaming against his white shaft. Morgan came and grabbed Butch around the waist for support as he relaxed, shattered. Butch continued to pump and in very quick time was cumming. FLASH.
Like myself two weeks earlier, although in vastly different circumstances, Butch was in a similar position. Bright red lipstick on his macho face, bright red nails on the hand around his sticky cock. Another man with his cock rammed up his arse. Revenge was sweet, and this had been full revenge indeed.
In no uncertain manner Marcy told Butch that his punishment was over and he could go. However, any signs of him pestering any of us again would lead to publication of the photographs. All seven of us would have copies, so he could not possibly avoid total embarrassment if he broke the rules. He left with his head bowed low. The odd thing was he seemed to forget that his nails were painted bright red and he had loads of lipstick around his mouth. He would have trouble explaining that away if anyone saw him. I really hoped he came across one of his team mates.
Marcy decided to transfer the photos immediately, and went to her bedroom.
As she disappeared, I sank into the armchair. Jody looked across at me, a grin on her pretty face. She got up and walked across to me, wiggling sexily. She sat on my knee, looked into my eyes and kissed me full on the lips. I responded hungrily, sucking at his tongue. The kiss lasted a while, when I realised what was happening and pulled away.
"Wow, what brought that on? And do you really think it is a good idea?"
"Oh John, I saw how you looked at me when I was doing Butch. And when I put my lipstick on in the mirror you were staring at me, or didn't you know? And in case you hadn't noticed, I certainly saw the bulge in your trousers. And, finally, when I sat on your knee, I DEFINITELY noticed your bulge. You fancy me, like it or not."
He was right. I realised it was true. The odd feelings I was having were lust, pure and simple. Jody turned me on.
He got up and walked beautifully back to the sofa. Marcy came in and let us know the photos were sent to each of us, for safekeeping. The guys thanked us for letting them help. They had really enjoyed getting it on with Butch. They clearly found him attractive. I have no idea why. He was beefy, sure, but so unpleasant. Hey, who am I to judge. We all said our goodbyes.
Marcy and I shut the door and I grabbed her hand and made straight for the bedroom. I was feeling incredibly sexy. The sex was urgent and rough and we both came quickly.
As we lay next to each other, Marcy asked me a question.
"John, I couldn't help but notice that you seemed to think Jody was quite pretty. I think you fancied him. Come on, admit it. He does make a gorgeous girl, and I could fancy him myself. Tell me."
I protested my innocence, but there was no stopping her. We almost argued about it.
"Well, you might not want to admit it, but I am not stupid. To start with, you were very turned on, as I just benefited from. Secondly, I am sorry to tell you, there was a lot of lipstick around your mouth, and I know I didn't put it there. Only Jody was wearing any. Oh, and just in case there was any doubt, I had come to the door a minute before I came out, and I saw him on your knee snogging your face off. Can we admit it now please?"
Red-faced I admitted I had found Jody very sexy. I was expecting her to throw me out. I was wrong.
"Well, if you wanted, you could invite Jody for a threesome. It might be fun to have two lesbian lovers, although I doubt that Jody would find me so attractive. After all, I am the REAL girl. Not like you two pretend lesbians. Anyway, I think it would be very interesting. What do you think?"
I needed no second invitation. That sounded just splendid to me, and I was already thinking about how it might be.
More about that next time.