The next couple of days were pretty normal at the house. Mrs. Hamlin was around by the time we got back from school, so Renee was friendly and polite to me, at least on the surface. We'd only had a couple sessions, but I was already starting to be able to read her, to pick up things I don't think other people noticed. She seemed a little frustrated that her and her mother's work schedules at the store that week wouldn't allow us time for another full session until Sunday, thanks to my getting to go on the sleepover on Friday.
Mrs. Hamlin really liked the idea of me going over to Alex's place for a night, since it meant she could have a chance for her and Renee to just have some mother daughter time, for once. Of course, she quickly backpedaled to explain that they loved having me as a guest, but that it would be nice if everyone had a night off once in a while.
Naturally, I had asked Renee's permission before approaching her mom about it. Renee told me she didn't mind, but that I would have to earn it. This involved her volunteering to do a store run as a convenient excuse to borrow her mom's car for a an hour or so after school on Thursday.
I wasn't sure what to expect. All I knew was that we were going someplace we needed a car to reach, and Renee ordered me to pack all of my girl things into my backpack for the ride.
When I reached to open the passenger door to get in, she responded by flicking the lock button on the driver's side. She pursed her lips and waved her finger back and forth.
"Silly girl," she said, "sluts ride in the back seat. If you're going to be a good slut, you need to get used to how it feels back there. Don't worry though, it should make it easier for you to change your clothes."
The fact I wasn't wearing my seat belt was just about the furthest thing from my mind as I rolled around in the back seat getting out of my boy things and into my girl clothes. I hadn't brought the slip, since it was just a little longer than the school girl skirt and would have looked weird. Thankfully, Renee was okay with that.
I stripped down first. Taking my clothes off out in public, even if I was trying to stay low enough nobody could really see me through the windows of the moving car, was a total thrill. By the time I wiggled into my bra, my cock was already hard. I looked up and saw Renee watching me in the rear view mirror.
"You are such a little slut," she declared, "is there anything that doesn't turn you on?"
I decided it would be wiser to finish dressing in silence, since I knew the wrong answer, or probably any answer, would make whatever she had planned even worse. Thankfully, I was able to will my cock back down somehow, so that I was fully converted and sitting very lady-like, and properly tucked, when we reached our destination.
It was a rural gas station with a barn around back that they sold hay out of in the winter. My dad had taken me there a couple of times before, but as different as I looked, I wasn't worried anyone would recognize me. I dutifully followed Renee into the store, and then all the way back to the bathroom.
"Knock," she said, pushing me up to the door. She turned and smiled at one of the guys who worked there, loading bags of animal feed. I recognized him as a football player from a rival high school.
When there was no response to my knock, Renee opened the door and herded me into the small room beyond it. She took a tube of lipstick and an eyeliner pencil out of her purse and helped me to further my transformation from boy to girl. As soon as she felt I had been made pretty enough, she put the makeup away and pulled out my jump rope handle.
Thankfully, I had cleaned it as soon as possible after our last session, using an alcohol pad and then some soap and water for good measure. Renee had been pleased when I presented it to her that morning.
Seeing it in her hand, I knew what she wanted from me. I went to my knees in front of her and opened my mouth.
"Good girl, good slut," Renee practically purred, smiling as she gave me the handle.
I put on as lewd a display for her as I could, running my free hand over my chest and down my body, making sure to avoid even accidentally brushing it against my dick, while I urgently swirled my tongue around the handle, making porn star faces as I continued to suck. Naturally, acting like that, along with that little voice in the back of my head reminding me that I had something in my mouth that had been in my ass before, made me horny as hell.
Renee wasn't exactly immune to my show either. I saw her lick her lips, and change the way she was standing. It seemed like she had the button popped on her jeans and a hand down the front of her pants without even realizing she was doing it. Right before she told me the handle was ready for its next trip into my asshole, she grabbed my head with a sticky hand and pulled me tight to her crotch. Then, she actually forced me back and leaned against me, pinning my head between the counter for the sink and the denim covering her pussy. She grinded on my face a little before letting me up.
I saw that my lipstick was going to need some touch ups as Renee turned me around to face the mirror. As soon as she pulled my panties down, she took the handle from me and gently started to work it into my butt. It didn't hurt much this time, and seemed to slide in so much easier. I was already panting by the time she had it hilted in me, but to my surprise, I could see that she was too.
"Stick your ass out more," she ordered.
I complied, leaning all the way down to rest my elbows on the sink, driving my butt out for her. She tossed my skirt up over my back and gave me a slow, thorough, ass fucking with the handle, raining more than a few stinging slaps down on my butt while she worked me.
"Here's your chance, slut. I want you to come for me," Renee's lips brushed my ear as she commanded me, her voice ragged and breathy.
She jerked my torso back so I was in a standing position again as she snaked her other arm around my body. As her hand made its way back to the ring on the handle, from the front this time, her arm made its first incidental contact with my cock and balls. With a finger through the ring, she was able to fuck me just as easily in the new position, and grind against me from behind at the same time.
My body felt like a storm. Everything she was doing to me felt so good that I just wanted it to keep going forever, but at the same time I wanted to cum for her right away, if only to thank her for giving me so much.
"Hold your dress up," she hissed in my ear as we both watched the mirror image of my cock bobbing around under the skirt.
I ended up with one hand on the counter, the other one pinning the hem of my dress to my chest. I was completely taken by surprise when Renee used the hand that wasn't involved in pounding my ass and wrapped her fingers around my throat.
As my face started to tingle and a rushing sound built up in my ears, Renee's thrusts became more violent. There were sparkles dancing across my vision, and it seemed like the entire world was slowing down. All I could do was watch in the mirror as my master either killed me or made me cum for her. I wasn't sure she actually cared which happened first, but as good as everything felt to me in that moment, I don't think I did either.
When it finally happened, the orgasm was incredible. My load was spewing out in long arcs, landing on the mirror, the counter, the walls, just about everywhere. Once the crushing pressure was removed from my neck, I coughed and gasped for air as I continued to squeeze out a few more jets of semen. I came so hard that the last couple bursts ran clear. I wondered, for a second, if she'd actually made me pump out every last drop of cum in my body.
Seeing my legs were getting wobbly, Renee used both hands to hold me up. The effect it produced in the mirror made it look like she was giving me an honest, loving, hug around my midsection. I couldn't help but notice my own face staring back at me. The way I came on the mirror made it look like I'd given my reflection a facial.
"You look really cute with cum on your face," Renee said when she caught me staring.
"Thank you," I replied, hoarsely. I wasn't really thanking her for that observation, but for the mind breaking orgasm I'd just had. I think my body was still shaking.
"You're welcome, slut," Renee replied, "But we're not done yet. That was just a little bonus for asking me about the sleepover before bringing it up with my mom. Now, you have to earn the right to go, and what I have planned for that wouldn't really work if your dirty slut dick was still hard."
Once I was able to stand on my own again, Renee helped me put my panties back on and fix my makeup.
"You made a nice big mess, I think you should help clean it up," Renee paused, "with your tongue."
"All of it?" I asked before I could stop myself. The thought of licking my way through half of a public bathroom didn't strike me as a particularly healthy thing to do.
"Just what's on the mirror should be enough," Renee said, "save some fun for the boys who work here," she added with a wicked smile.
Renee watched me lick my sperm off of my reflection. The taste took a little getting used to, but after the first couple of passes, I was really enjoying it. I was actually enjoying it so much I didn't notice when Renee took out her phone, until the flash went off a couple times and it hit me that she was taking more photos of me.
When the mirror was cleaned to my master's satisfaction, she showed me her new favorite photo of me. My eyes were closed, and Renee took it from an angle that didn't show her. It looked, for all the world, like I was doing a cum swap with a twin sister on the other side of the glass. I was really surprised how pretty I looked in the photo. It was almost like art or something.
I think it wasn't until she pushed me ahead of her out the bathroom door, that I realized the handle was still in my ass.
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As we made our way to the counter, I noticed that a second young man was standing next to the guy we saw on the way in. They were both wearing tight t-shirts with the store's name printed on the back and a miniature of its logo on the pocket. The football star was nudging the other guy, someone I'd definitely never seen before, and tilting his head in our direction.
I figured that Renee and I had probably gotten a little loud during our mini-session, and that had drawn their attention. They seemed to be having a grand old time imagining what two girls like us had been doing to each other to make all that noise.
Renee asked the guy behind the counter to cut her some steaks to her mom's specifications. The counter man nodded and headed toward the back of the store where the meat section was. It had been a while since my last visit. The meat counter had to be a new addition.
"Lean up against the counter, and stick your ass out," Renee quietly ordered, "pull your stuff to the front so it doesn't show, just like we did for the video chat,"
I did as I was ordered, feeling my heart beginning to race again. I knew those boys were looking at me, just like Renee wanted.
The meat cutter's departure left us in the store during a nice afternoon lull. There were no other customers but us. I chanced a look back over my shoulder and saw that the boys couldn't take their eyes off of us. Off of me.
"Wiggle your ass," Renee directed, quietly. I happily did as I was told.
She turned around so she could watch the boys, as well as keep an eye on the meat cutter with her peripheral vision. The order should take a little while, and Renee didn't want to have to explain to any adults what she was doing in the store with a teenage boy dressed up as a girl, with something stuck up his ass.
Renee lifted the hem of my skirt slowly. I felt her tug the seat of my panties to one side, exposing my right cheek as well as the part of the jump rope handle that was sticking out of my ass. She gave the ring a little pull and eased an inch or two of the handle back out, making sure that the boys could tell what was going on, even at that distance.
She shamelessly fucked me with the handle, putting me completely on display for the boys. I chanced another look back over my shoulder. They were walking over to us. It felt so dangerous, knowing that if I moved the wrong way and anything shifted into view, things could get very bad for us very fast. I very much wanted to warn Renee that she was doing a little too good of a job back there, and that it felt like I'd be up and ready for action, prepped to spill another load out right onto the counter within a few moments, but didn't want to risk angering her.
The football player arrived first, clearly the alpha of the two.
"Haven't seen you around here in a while," he said to Renee, "Don't tell me you turned dyke after I dumped you."
"Don't flatter yourself, Chase," Renee said, casually continuing to ease the handle in and out me, "I'm just teaching my cousin here a lesson."
"How to take it up the ass?" He chuckled, "Way to pay it forward."
I could practically sense Renee rolling her eyes at him before replying.
"I'm teaching her not to borrow my clothes without permission," She said, her voice sounding different for some reason, but I couldn't place it, "Want to take a turn?"
Renee took her hand away from the ring.
"I'd be honored," the football player said, after chancing a quick glance to confirm that his boss was still out of sight in the back of the store.
He grabbed my ass more roughly than Renee ever had, actually shoving my whole body up against the counter. Considering where my boy parts were currently stored, it hurt like hell. I wanted to grab something, anything I could find, and slam it into his head, but then I felt a tug on the jump rope handle. He had squeezed me so hard I was afraid there would be a bunch of ugly bruises back there later. Even so, I found myself starting to relax anyway as the handle began sliding in and out of my hole again.
"Feel this," he said, grabbing my right hand by the wrist and steering it back towards his crotch. He made sure my fingers found the bulge of his cock, pressed off to one side by his tight jeans. Not sure what else to do, I have it a couple of approving squeezes until he said, "You just let me know when you're ready for a real piece of meat, baby."
The sound of a metal door from the rear of the building was all it took for Chase to snatch his hand away, thankfully after he let go of the ring. He answered some made up question a little too loudly, and obviously, clearly for the bosses' benefit. Renee smoothed my skirt back down into place and I was able to stand up again.
Before shuffling away, on a desperate search for something he could appear busy doing, Chase quietly confided in Renee that he was throwing a huge house party in a couple of weeks and that we were "totally invited."
"I don't know if I can make it," Renee said, a familiar dismissive tone in her voice, "but I'm sure my cousin will definitely be there."
Renee made me carry the package with the steaks in it on our way out of the store. Right before we got in the car, she hugged me around the shoulder and told me, "You were great, he really thinks you're a girl."
Renee ran interference for me when we got back home so that I could slip in without Mrs. Hamlin seeing the way I was dressed. Almost reluctantly, I shed my girl clothes in the bathroom and stepped into the shower. After both I and my little friend, the jump rope handle, were properly sanitized, I toweled off and slithered back into the cast-off boy things from my backpack.
I gave myself a once over in the mirror to make sure I'd washed away every trace of my makeup. I had this idea for a really cool project. I wanted to see what it would look like if Renee took a picture of me as a boy doing the same pose I made while I was licking my cum off the mirror back at the store. We could use the computer to put them together into one image. It would be like a chronicle of both halves of me.
Mrs. Hamlin knocked on the bathroom door and let me know that the steaks were ready.
After dinner, when Mrs. Hamlin excused herself for a few minutes, Renee pulled me aside and explained my ground rules would still apply when I was over at Alex's house.
"No jacking off," she said, curtly, "Just because you're spending the night someplace else doesn't let you off the hook, got it?"
"Yes, Renee,"
"That's my pretty little slut," she smiled, ruffling up my hair.
As I turned to walk out of the kitchen, she gave me a quick slap on the ass.