Cabin 121 Park Motor Lodge, Engadine NSW, Australia

Sarah lay under Loyd feeling his semen seeping from her sphincter and dribbling between her buttocks. She was still feeling the aftereffects of her orgasm and oblivious to her surroundings but then the handcuffs rattled as Loyd moved on top of her and she suddenly became aware of the three other men standing next to the bed waiting their turn.

Once again she pondered the happenstances that had led to her current predicament. Of course she was well aware of the circumstances as to how she had been lured to the cabin but her thoughts drifted further back in time to when she had first become aware that she was different to most of the other boys and how her compulsion to crossdress and her inclination towards promiscuity had begun.

Kurrajong Street, Sutherland NSW, Australia – 1979

Stefan Lang had been a crossdresser for as long as he could remember.

He'd started out like most of his ilk, fascinated with ladies lingerie, hosiery and shoes and enchanted by frocks, crinolines, skirts and blouses. Like most serious crossdressers, he had graduated from nicking his mother's and sisters 'unmentionables' from the washing basket and rummaging through their wardrobes to try on their clothes when he had the place to himself. Stefan made choices that separated him from the 'hairy-panty-wearers', determined to learn how to present himself as realistically feminine as possible.

He saved his pocket money and his earnings from his paper route and the odd jobs he performed for cash and purchased himself a proper wardrobe. A small selection of clothes that fitted his svelte frame, a pair of high heels that fit, a decent wig and his own cosmetics. Most of the clothes came from the Op Shop as did the heels but the lingerie and hosiery and underwear came from Myer. Stefan had made the train journey from Sutherland to Sydney to acquire his necessities, the journey taking around an hour each way.

Stefan did this for two reasons. One: there was every chance he would run into someone he knew in the local Op Shop and nearby department store and it might prove embarrassing explaining why he why he was purchasing ladies clothing. Two: There were more stores to choose from and a better selection of goods in the city.

The women at the Op Shop on Oxford Street were used to men coming in and purchasing women's clothing and more than willing to help them find attire that suited them and fitted properly. Oxford Street was at the centre of Sydney's burgeoning LGBTI community, although in the 70s the queer community had not begun their appropriation of half the alphabet and were known disparagingly as: poofters, homos, and ponces. Those who had a predilection to dress up as women were: fairies, nancies and nellies. Another reason that Stefan needed to shop in secrecy.

Myer was one of the largest department stores in the city at the time and Stefan stuck out like a sore thumb as he roamed the aisles of the lingerie department selecting lingerie and hosiery. The hoity matron behind the counter had given him a withering look when he took his purchases to the sales registry and Stepfan had blushed and stammered his way through the exchange of cash for goods. There was no 'tap-and-go' in those days.

The wig he had purchased in a costumers on Oxford Street. The shop was little more than a front for crossdressers and transgender women (another term that had yet to be coined) to purchase their necessities in a safe space.

He'd seen the Bettie Page wig sitting on a wig stand in the storefront window and immediately fell in love with it. The combination of thick, straight bangs and flowing curls that spanned just past her collarbones was Bettie's trademark. The wig had nearly cleaned out the remainder of his savings, but on the train ride back to Sutherland Stefan was so excited that he counted down the stations until his train arrived at Sutherland station and then he ran all the way home.

Stefan had to wait for what seemed like an eternity for Saturday when his mother took his sister Julie to her weekly netball carnival, this time being held at Miranda. They would be gone all day and afterwards his mother was treating Julie to a shopping spree at Miranda Fair where they would also have dinner, meaning Stefan had the house all to himself all day.

As soon as they left Stefan showered and plucked the few hairs that grew on his chin and in the hollow of his chest. At school Stefan was sometimes teased in the changeroom because unlike most of the other boys who had suddenly become hairy yetis when they hit puberty, Stefan's body and legs remained smooth except for the patch of pubic hair between his legs.

Stefan pretended that he was jealous of the other boys hirsuteness and muscled frames but secretly he was pleased that his body had become muliebral, svelte and curvy rather than rugged and masculine like his peers. It was easier to fit into his mother's and sister's clothes but now he had his own wardrobe which he was keen to put to the test in the privacy of his bedroom.

Dressing enfemme for Stefan quickly became more than just something sexual or fantasy fulfilling. He'd adopted the femme name Sarah because it was close to 'Stefan' but not too close. Sarah wanted a name that reflected a complete change of gender and praised herself for not adopting the name Stephanie which would have continually reminded her that her 'boy name' was Stefan.

When she dressed, Sarah did not just dress like a girl, she became a girl both physically and mentally. It was a total transformation. She was another person, unencumbered by her male identity. She adored her small collection of feminine essentials, especially her Bettie Page wig. She practiced her makeup skills and became adept at presenting her own unique, feminine persona. She learned to walk and talk like a girl and instinctively adopted feminine mannerisms.

It was the little things about being a girl that Sarah adored: the faint hiss of her nylons as they rubbed together, the gentle flutter of the hem of her skirt on the back of her legs when she walked, the taste of her lipstick, the smell of her perfume, the gentle caress of her hair on her neck and shoulders.

She looked forward to Saturdays when she had the place to herself and she could roam around the house freely. Simple things brought enjoyment such as reading Julie's Dolly magazines or her mother's Women's Weekly, washing and ironing her clothes, trying on different outfits. She'd try to imitate Bettie Page, wearing a tight basque, fully-fashioned stockings and severe makeup or maybe dress as a sexy secretary dressed in a tight pencil skirt, satin blouse and fleshtone sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose.

Sarah was limited by her wardrobe. She had only one wig and one pair of black high heels and her collection of op-shop clothing but she made do with what she had and perfected her looks.

Of course there was a sexual component to Sarah's compulsion to present femme. When she had finished 'playing house' she would retire to her bedroom and drag out the small collection of soft porn that Stefan kept hidden under his bed. Of course there was a Bettie Page magazine but also some editions of Fiesta, Club International and Escort, where women posed provocatively in sexy lingerie and titillating stories were published, usually claiming to be real-life adventures. The threads to these stories were the usual schlock that titillated the male readers: naughty nurse, licentious secretary, horny next-door neighbour or busty librarian. Most of the women characters were at first reluctant to unleash their secret desires but the male protagonists always got into their knickers.

About an hour before her mother and sister were due home from their weekly sojourn Sarah would look at the pictures in the magazines or read the stories while she draped a nylon stocking over her erect member and slowly bring herself to climax. In the fantasies she wove while she masturbated she was one of the women in the pictures or a female character in one of the stories and some faceless but surely handsome man would seduce her. When Sarah climaxed she recalled how wonderful it had felt when Rita Blackwell had stroked Stefan to climax in the bushland behind the scout hall. Rita had lifted her skirt while she did it so that Stefan could stroke her pantyhose-sheathed thighs and panty-clad pubis.

At eighteen years of age Stefan was still a virgin when he'd had the handjob from Rita Blackwell. Rita had left school at sixteen and was still working at the same grocery store when she turned eighteen and became promiscuous. She was the type of girl who would show you her knickers for a couple of bob and she would give you a handjob for a dollar if she liked you.

The stories in the magazines that Sarah read were not exactly explicative when it came to the sex acts themselves but even though Stefan had no father to give him 'The Talk', Stefan knew enough about the mechanics of sex and exactly what words like coitus and fellatio entailed. In Sarah's imagination she was the one performing fellatio or lying on her back with her legs open, while the faceless but handsome man lay on top of her rutting.

Everything changed one fateful Saturday afternoon. Sarah was dressed in a rather demure navy-blue A-line skirt, a crisp white blouse, and her black high heels. Underneath she wore black satin full-cut panties and a matching bra stuffed with balled up pantyhose because she had no breastforms and at this stage of her life didn't even know they existed. Of course she was also wearing hosiery, in this case cheap tan pantyhose she'd purchased at the Coles.

She was sitting in the loungeroom flicking through Julie's latest edition of Dolly, envious of the young women pictured in the fashion section when she suddenly became aware that she was not alone.

Billy Barton stood directly in front of her, staring lustfully at her, and by the bulge in his jeans his intentions were obvious.

Billy Barton lived across the street from the Lang's and was in twelfth form, the same form as Stefan but Billy was one year older. He was tall and lanky and a better than average cricketer and footballer but disliked by his peers. He was a bully both on and off the playing fields and had been appointed as a school prefect and he thought nothing of twisting the ear or cuffing the back of the head of any student he found breaching the school rules. Male students either feared or avoided him and the girls were not attracted to his plain looks and scruffy appearance. His clothes were far from fashionable hand-me-downs or purchased at discount stores and his hair was lank and always looked unwashed. Billy was also afflicted with teenage acne which at the age of nineteen was a curse.

Billy converted the frustration and misery caused by his family's financial status and lack of acceptance into anger and was inclined to lash out without warning. Fear of reprisals kept those who were the victims of his anger from reporting him. In some ways he and Stefan were similar in that they both came from fatherless homes, were far from affluent, and both solitary. But in other ways they were opposites. Stefan was meek and studious whilst Billy was brash and athletic.

"How long did you think you could get away with this?" Billy asked as if he was just confronting Stefan in the school quad rather than having broke into his house.

"How did you get in?" Sarah's voice was a terrified whisper.

"You left the door unlocked you dickhead. I kicked my football over your fence a few Saturday's ago and when I came over to retrieve it I saw you through the window. At first I thought you were a girl, one of Julie's friends, but I knew that Julie had netball all day Saturday and your mom's car was gone," Billy answered Sarah's question and extrapolated further.

"What are you doing here?" Sarah was still terrified.

If Billy were to blab to the students and teachers at school, or even worse, tell Stefan's mother or sister that Stefan liked to dress in ladies clothing, Stefan's life would be ruined.

"I've been watching you putting on your little fashion shows, parading around the house like a girl and of course I've seen you wanking while you look at those dirty magazines," Billy hadn't answered Sarah's question and the sneer on his face did not bode well.

"You still haven't told me what you are doing here," Sarah tried to sound defiant but she just sounded meek.

"You even talk like a girl when you're dressed like that, do you know that? You're very pretty. I doubt anyone would know who you were under that wig and makeup and your legs are stunning," Billy still didn't answer the question but while he was talking he took a step closer to Sarah and began to unzip his fly.

"If you give me a headjob, I won't tell anyone I promise," Billy's sneer became a leer.

He was looking at her legs and up her skirt at her panties and Sarah realised that she was sitting with her legs wide open, the discarded magazine beside her. She demurely closed her legs and straightened her skirt.

"You even act and move like a girl Stefan," Billy chuckled.

"It's Sarah!" this time Sarah did sound defiant.

"Ok Sarah, you suck my dick and I won't tell everyone that you are a crossdressing sissy," Billy took another step forward and his cock was inches from Sarah's face.

Sarah had to think quickly. At the moment Billy Barton held all the cards. If he blabbed, the consequences were unthinkable but if Sarah did what he asked, Billy became complicit. She could blackmail him in return. Sure he could out her as a Nancy but it would be her word against his regarding her giving him a blowjob. Deep down inside, where Sarah kept her secret thoughts and yearnings, hadn't she always wanted to know what it was like to be woman in that way? Her masturbatory fantasies involved a faceless handsome man doing things to her. Billy Barton was far from handsome and in many ways despicable but Sarah was trapped. It might have been her subconscious justifying her actions but she made the decision then and there to cross the Rubicon.

"You can't tell anyone," Sarah whispered.

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do," Billy waggled his hard cock in Sarah's face.

"Ok, here's the deal. You call me Sarah. You treat me like I'm a girl. You never mention Stefan's name or refer to me in the male vernacular while I'm dressed like this," Sarah was becoming confident.

This might be her way out of being publicly disgraced whilst at the same time discovering if her sexual fantasies were anything like she imagined them to be.

"Fine with me. I don't want anything to do with Stefan, just with you... Sarah," Billy said impatiently.

Sarah actually smiled as she reached out and put her hand on Billy's rampant organ. It was long and smooth with blue veins running down the girth of it and instinctively she traced one with her red-painted fingernail. Billy shuddered and his cock juddered. He unbuckled his jeans and they fell around his ankles.

Sarah wrapped her fingers around the fleshy protuberance and two things happened. She felt herself becoming aroused rather than disgusted and a wave of femininity washed over her. She had never felt more womanly as she did when she slowly began to stroke Billy Barton's long sleek cock. If it had been Stefan Lang masturbating another boy it would be gay, it would be queer, it would be... unimaginable! But it wasn't Stefan. It was Sarah Lang who had secretly wondered what it would be like have sex with a man.

Billy stared at Sarah's legs, appreciating their length, their shape, their downright sexiness, clad as they were in tan pantyhose. Billy was a leg man or more specifically, a leg and ass man.

Sarah felt the veins throbbing in the velvety flesh of Billy's hard cock and watched marvelled and open-mouthed as a bubble of translucent precum formed at the eye and then formed a filament of silvery pre-ejaculate that hung from the shiny pink organ. She caught the slippery liniment on her fingertips and rubbed it into the shaft, working her fingers upward to the bulbous glans.

"Open your legs," Billy whispered, his face a mask of concentrated bliss.

He too had received a handjob or two off Rita Blackwell but it was nothing as sexually exciting as this. All Billy saw was a slim teenage girl with magnificent legs, her pretty face framed by a straight black fringe with raven curls cascading down her cheek and neck. Her eyes were sparkling green, enhanced by her heavy makeup. Her lips were lush and full and painted with ruby-red lipstick and he longed to kiss them but wondered if that might be taking things too far.

Sarah obligingly opened her legs and Billy put out his hand and ruched her skirt up so that he could see those luscious thighs and the Vee of her black satin panties. As he did so she began to stroke Billy's cock with long slow strokes, featherlightly caressing his shaft and glans. With her other hand she cupped his scrotum and gently caressed it. The seepage of precum became a steady stream as the sensation of Sarah's fingers manipulating Billy's cock began to build into a boiling conglomeration of carnal delight.

Billy's eyes alternated from looking at Sarah's beautiful face, which was lost in concentration as she stared at Billy's hard throbbing cock, awestruck by the firmness and liveliness of it, knowing that it was she who had brought it to life and was pleasuring it so lovingly. Then he glanced down at her luscious pantyhosed thighs and those lace-fringed black satin panties. He briefly wondered how Sarah managed to hide her cock but at the moment it the least of his concerns. He could feel his orgasm building and he desperately wanted to stick his cock in Sarah's mouth and blow his load.

But it was too late.

Sarah was expertly manipulating Billy's cock, her long slender fingers stroking the sensitive protuberance, alternating between a featherlight caress and a buffering flutter. She dragged her polished fingernails lightly across his fraenulum and softly kneaded his scrotum while she did so. She sensed that he was close to extremis and she grasped the throbbing phallus tightly and quickened her pace.

To Billy, Sarah looked vulnerable with her skirt hiked up, her panties exposed, her long legs sheathed in tan nylons, her pretty face a mask of concentration, her lips slightly parted, her perfume invading his nostrils. The sight and smell of her and the way she expertly massaged his cock was too much to bear. Her countenance was overpowering and Billy couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh, my goodness!" Sarah squealed as Billy's cock erupted.

A scorching rope of glutinous semen splashed onto her thigh, the translucent plasma soaking into her stocking while the whitish goop of his spermatozoa clung to the nylon. It felt wet and warm and the musk of it assaulted her nose. A second freshet of jizz spattered on her leg, a third doused the front of her blouse. Geysers of viscous spunk splattered her legs, her skirt and her blouse and still Sarah worked her fingers up and down the pulsing penis while she gently squeezed his scrotal sac, expressing every drop of his seed.

Billy rocked back on his heels as his orgasm overwhelmed him. His first instinct was to close his eyes as the sheer bliss of his climax blossomed in his loins and spread throughout his body but he wanted to see Sarah's reaction.

She seemed fascinated and perplexed that she had invoked such a capricious consequence, although she shouldn't be. After all she had the same equipment which was presently rock-hard and tenting her panties. Billy thought she looked both lecherous and vulnerable sitting there with his cock in her hand, her skirt, blouse and pantyhose spattered with his issue. The sight of this pretty young maiden covered in his ejaculate escalated his orgasm to heights never before experienced.

When the last droplet of Billy's semen dribbled from his cock and spilled onto Sarah's shiny black high heel he exhaled slowly as his breathing began to return to normal. Sarah suddenly realised the enormity of what she had done. She was soused in Billy's warm, pungent milt. She could feel it cooling on her flesh where it had soaked through her hosiery and blouse. She reeked of it.

She let go of Billy's withering erection and his scrotum and demurely put her hands in her lap. Her red fingernail polish glistened with Billy's sperm and her fingers were sticky with it. She pulled down the hem of her skirt and straightened it, noting the two long tendrils of spunk drying on the fabric, and surprisingly, thinking to herself that she had better get the skirt into the wash before it stained.

"Well that was pretty awesome Sarah. You are a first-class wanker," Billy chuckled as he hitched up his pants.

An awkward silence followed while they both came to grips with the enormity of what had just occurred.

"I'll be back next Saturday to get that headjob," Billy finally announced.

"Mom and Cindy won't be back until late next week," Sarah blurted out and immediately wished she hadn't.

Then Billy surprised both himself and Sarah as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers and kissed her. The kiss lasted only a few seconds but they both realised the significance of it. Billy was attracted to her and it was an acknowledgement that he thought of her only as a girl.

Billy broke the kiss and left the room leaving Sarah sitting perplexed and sexually stirred. When she heard the front door close she pulled her hard acing cock from her panties and masturbated. She thought of Billy's rampant cock juddering in her hand as he climaxed and relived the instant that the ropes of his steaming ejaculate spurted from the eye of his cock and spattered on her body and legs. But when she orgasmed she thought only about the kiss... the gender affirming kiss. Billy thought of her exclusively as a girl and that meant more to her than anything.

As she stripped out of her cum-spattered clothing and put them in the wash she gave consideration to what had happened. It was a life changing experience. Yes, Billy wasn't handsome and he was a bully... but he was now her bully. The cheap pantyhose she had been wearing did not go into the wash. She wanted to keep the cum-soaked nylons so that she could sniff them when she masturbated at night. They were conclusive evidence that what had happened was not a dream.

Kurrajong Street, Sutherland NSW, Australia -- One Week Later

During the week all Billy could think about was his encounter with Sarah. When he'd first entered the Lang's backyard to retrieve his football and peeked through the curtains into Sarah's house and realised what he was looking at, his natural instinct had been to bully and blackmail Stefan Lang. Billy was no homo and at first what he witnessed repulsed him... a young man dressed in ladies clothing. But he didn't do anything about it at first, instead he kept returning to the Lang's yard every Saturday, secretly watching Sarah intently, studying her through the window. Once he got past the fact that it might be Stefan Lang wearing those clothes but the gorgeous, sexy maiden that Stefan became when transformed presenting no male attributes whatsoever, his attitude changed.

He was still going to blackmail and bully the pretty crossdresser but he had to admit that he was becoming attracted to her and that's when he set his mind to confronting her and demanding a blowjob. When he had finally confronted the crossdresser and found out that her name was Sarah and that was not a skerrick of Stefan to be seen in the comely young woman who sat before him terrified, his perspective adjusted even further. As it turned out he hadn't received the blowjob that he wanted. He had become overexcited and ejaculated when Sarah masturbated him but he had to admit that it was very satisfying.

Billy had surprised himself when he kissed Sarah before he left. It was impulsive but deeply gratifying. The kiss lingered on his lips.

At school, first to fourth form girls wore white ankle socks with their school tunics in the hot Australian summer but in winter they wore tights. The young women who continued their scholastic endeavours to matriculate in the fifth and six forms had a more flattering school uniform: green A-line skirts, which the girls wore as short as they could get away with, white cotton blouses, green blazers and black court shoes. They exclusively wore tan or fleshtone pantyhose rather than ankle socks as a symbol of their maturity. Fifth and sixth form girls were entering womanhood as their eighteenth birthday passed them by.

Billy was surrounded by them during the day, pretty young women with coltish legs, fully-developed breasts, faces embellished with makeup and at an age where they were boy-hungry. But not for Billy. His hand-me-down clothing, unfashionable dull greasy hair, pockmarked cheeks and surly disposition placed him well below their standards. Even the ugly-ducklings and fatties eschewed him.

As he sat in the quadrangle eating his savourless homemade sandwiches he ogled these young women. They were mostly blondes and brunettes with their hair styled in the latest fashions but none of them had hair like Sarah's glossy black Bettie Page. They would consider it old-fashioned but Billy adored the way Sarah wore her hair. The girls were allowed to wear makeup of course but it was heavily policed by the staff and prefects. None of them had Sarah's emerald green eyes enhanced with smoky eyeliner, heavy mascara and exotic eyeshadow or full lips tinctured with bright red lipstick which matched her nailpolish. The girls makeup was by necessity sedate and muted.

Sure, most of them had comely long legs clad in shimmery or translucent pantyhose, they had firm buttocks, wide hips, trim waists but so did Sarah. Billy knew that whatever Sarah used to project the illusion of having a bust was just that, an illusion, but he didn't care. He wasn't really a 'tit man' anyway.

None of the young women could hold a candle to Sarah in his opinion. The more he thought about Sarah, the more he thought about Sarah being his girl. As to the secret Sarah kept in her panties... he thought it best not to dwell on it.

His masturbatory fantasies revolved about what he was going to do about Sarah the next time they met.

Cricket season had wrapped for the year and he was training heavily for the coming rugby league season and when the competition started his Sundays would no longer be free. But Billy now had something to keep him busy on Saturdays as well. That something would be Sarah Lang.

Of course he studiously avoided Stefan Lang. They didn't have any of the same classes and Stefan took his lunch in the library and the few friends that either of them had did have moved in the different circles. In Billy's mind Stefan Lang was an insignificant individual of no concern to him, other than that he lived across the street.

Sarah however was his girl.

*****

Stefan Lang was suffering a similar quandary. Long before Sarah's encounter with Billy Barton, Stefan would often drift off and become Sarah in his mind when his attention waned but Stefan came out of a reverie on the Tuesday after what he only ever referred to as The Encounter to find that he had daydreamed through the whole fifth period's Modern English lesson, thinking about what Sarah was going to wear on Saturday and what Billy might do to her.

Every night since The Encounter Stefan had gone to bed early and locked the door to his bedroom. It was too risky to fully transform into Sarah with his mother and sister at home so he mentally became Sarah, put on a pair of pantyhose and silky panties and a rayon chemise and slipped into bed. Sarah teased her cock through the silky garments whilst sniffing the pantyhose that Billy had sprayed his spunk over, recollecting the experience, until she couldn't hold back any longer and creamed her panties. At the moment of climax she relived the kiss.

Common sense told Stefan that he should get rid of all of Sarah's trappings and stop crossdressing. He should find something else to do on Saturdays when his mother and sister were out of the house; something that kept him away from home all day. It was also blindingly obvious that he should avoid Billy Barton at all costs.

But Sarah kept thinking about that lingering kiss. She kept thinking about how Billy had treated her like she was a girl. She kept thinking about that pulsing penis that had erupted in her hand and smothered her with hot spunk. Hadn't Sarah always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a man? Sure Billy had threatened her, bullied her, blackmailed her... but he had kissed her.

Stefan knew that the compulsion to crossdress would not just go away. He'd found what little there was written about transvestic disorder in the psychology section at the Sutherland Shire Public Library and was familiar with the urge to purge.

He knew that purging was an attempt to sever oneself from crossdressing by disposing of all physical reminders of it, usually triggered by feelings of guilt, shame, or social pressure, as well as the fear that embracing crossdressing might complicate or threaten one's personal relationships, professional life, or self-image.

The problem with purging was that it can be costly and distressing, especially if it's done impulsively. It might create a short-term sense of relief, almost like a cleanse. However, Stefan knew that the reality was that crossdressing was an intrinsic part of his identity and that purging would provide only temporary relief and before long the urge to crossdress would return, stronger than ever.

Sarah was a part of him and losing her would be like lopping off a limb or losing part of his soul. The problem was that Stefan and Sarah's shared psyche was splitting. Sarah's individuality was becoming dominant and Stefan's identity was fading into the background. There was a danger that Sarah would become the prevailing entity while Stefan disappeared into the shadows.

Those considerations were put aside as the weekend loomed. Saturday was Sarah's Day and Sarah was both anxious and excited about her forthcoming encounter with Billy Barton. The boy was an unattractive, unkempt, brash, rude bully but so far he told no one of his encounter with Sarah, at least as far as she knew, and if he had it would have been all around the school. So they shared a secret. And after all... he had kissed her.

Saturday

Sarah was both trepidatious and excited as her mother's car backed out of the driveway. Julie's netball carnival this Saturday was being held in Helensburgh, a little township near the south coast and they would be gone all day and because Helensburgh was so far away, his mother and his sister would get dinner on the way home and Sarah would have the house to herself all day and into the evening.

She imagined Billy Barton peeking through the curtains of his house across the street watching the Lang's Kingswood station wagon backing out with mother and daughter embarked. He would know that Sarah needed time to transform so she didn't expect him straight away. They had agreed that neither of them would acknowledge Stefan's existence, that Billy would only ever meet with Sarah.

She was already showered and shaved and she sat naked at her desk which had been cleared of the usual clutter of homework, textbooks and stationery. Her makeup was laid out carefully on the desk before a small, freestanding makeup mirror, a pot of Ponds Cold cream and her nailpolish. Her Bettie Page wig sat on a homemade paper mâché wigstand, already brushed and ready to wear. Her excitement built as she carefully applied her makeup and the transformation began. She sprayed herself liberally with Dior perfume, borrowed from her mother's bedroom. There was some risk in using her mother's perfume but she doubted that her mother would miss a few puffs of her favourite scent. Sarah made a mental note to buy her own perfume with her pocket money next time she went shopping.

As she carefully applied the deep red fingernail polish to her nails she was well aware of the little things she was doing to make herself more appealing to Billy. She didn't always paint her nails and seldom wore perfume, she had used nearly half a bottle of Listerine to ensure her breath was sweet, she had tweezed every stray hair from her body. She had eaten nothing the day before or breakfast this morning because she was so nervous. Her hands were shaking when she applied her eyeliner and she'd had to remove it and start again after taking a slug from the gin bottle from the little bar in the corner of the sitting room.

She pulled the footlet of an old stocking over her scalp and pushed all of Stefan's shoulder-length chestnut hair under the makeshift wigcap and carefully put on the Bettie Page wig, fussing with it and pinning it in place before giving it another brushing. She looked in the mirror and saw a very seductive young woman looking back at her. She smiled to herself thinking that if Julie ever tried to leave the house wearing the makeup that Sarah was wearing their mother would call her a slut and make her wash it off.

As she stepped into the tight black basque, pulled the fully-fashioned stockings up her freshly shaven legs and shimmied into the red satin -- black lace-trimmed panties, Sarah was well aware that she was dressing very provocatively. She could just as easily have worn a skirt and blouse or one of the two dresses she owned and still looked attractive but she was driven by a subconscious desire to present herself as sexy as possible. She clipped on her drop-earrings, put on her bangles and necklace; all cheap costume jewellery, and stepped into her black heels and looked at herself in the full-length mirror fitted to the inside of the wardrobe door.

For an instant she had an overwhelming urge to wipe off her heavy makeup and replace it with something subdued, to take off the basque and stockings and put on a modest skirt, sensible blouse and cheap pantyhose and present herself as demure. What she really should do was to remove all of her femme trappings, put on her 'boy clothes' and sneak out the back door and run to the railway station and spend the day well away from the house on Kurrajong Street.

But she did neither of those things. She left the bedroom she occupied in the three bedroom bungalow her mother owned and went into the living room and poured herself a gin and tonic and waited nervously for Billy Barton to arrive.

There was a tap at the front door and then Billy entered the short hallway and walked down to the loungeroom.

When Billy had seen the Lang's Holden Kingwood drive away he had suddenly became nervous. All he had thought about all week was Sarah and the things he intended to do to her. He imagined those full lips circling his cock. He'd never had a blowjob but he'd seen plenty of porn in which women fellated men and he could only imagine how wonderful it must feel. But he was still trepidations. He was no homo. He'd joined in the melee when a member of his rugby club had been accused of being gay and the unfortunate boy had been beaten half-senseless in the changing room by his teammates.

But anyway, no one was going to find out. Sarah was certainly not going to out herself, that's for sure. What happened in that little brick veneer cottage would remain a secret between them.

Any semblance of reluctance disappeared when he entered the loungeroom and saw how Sarah was dressed. She looked beautiful and sexy and he stood in the doorway and he examined her from head to toe. He started with those long legs clad in black, fully-fashioned stockings and followed them up from ankle to thigh. He caught a glimpse of her red stain panties, incongruent to the black basque and black stockings and heels and her raven hair. Her waist was cinched which emphasised her perky bottom and trim belly. He noticed that the cups of her basque had not been filled but her flat-chested appearance did not distract from how devastatingly raunchy and attractive she looked.

Finally he looked at her face. She looked stunning in her heavy makeup which emphasised her emerald green eyes and luscious red lips, her hair fanned around her neck and shoulders. What little flesh she exposed was alabaster white and flawless, accentuated by her black attire. She obviously spent very little time in the sun. He locked eyes with her and saw the trepidation in them but there was also something else... anticipation maybe?

He really didn't know how Sarah would react. Last time she had been reluctant, which was understandable given that she was effectively being blackmailed, but there was no doubt that she had become a willing participant in their brief tawdry tryst. He had no intention of today's encounter being brief and given the way she was dressed there was no doubt that she was presenting herself provocatively. When Sarah ran the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip any doubts he had dissipated and he strode across the room and pulled her into his arms.

Sarah noticed immediately that Billy had gone to some lengths to present himself as genteel. His usually lank oily hair was freshly washed and neatly combed, his clothes were clean and pressed, his face was freshly scrubbed and his acne was hardly visible. Dare she think it, he actually bordered on handsome. She could smell the Lux toilet soap and Old Spice aftershave from across the room. She couldn't help but being flattered that he had gone to the trouble of presenting himself at his best.

When Billy strode across the room and took her in his strong arms Sarah nearly swooned like some actress in a B romance movie. He took her breath away and she clung to him, feeling his muscled body pressing against hers. He kissed her and any doubt that Billy was not infatuated with her disbursed. His lips were firm and his tongue slipped into her mouth and it tasted surprisingly sweet. She responded and her tongue met his, her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt a stirring in her loins.

He wrapped her in his arms, gently grasping her shoulder blades. As the kiss continued his hands drifted down to her waist where they lingered for a while before he cupped her buttocks and pulled her into an even more rigorous embrace. She could feel him through his trousers, his hard steely cock pressed into her belly, his breathing was laboured. She had evoked this response. She was responsible for Billy's ardour. She felt a tingle of self-satisfaction that her feminine charms were responsible for his passion.

When Billy took Sarah into his arms and kissed her he realised that his self-doubt was foolish. She moulded herself to him, her mouth open and willing, her lips soft and yielding. Their was no reticence in her reaction. She returned his kiss and clung to him. The feel of her slim body, she scent of her perfume, the taste of her mouth was magical. He became engorged and pressed his cock into her belly and she didn't flinch. She was actively participating, behaving almost lecherous.

He wanted to touch her everywhere, to feel her flawless alabaster flesh on his fingertips, to run his hands up and down those long silken-sheathed limbs, to fondle her panty-clad buttocks, to suckle her tiny nipples, to kiss her until he was breathless. There was a lingering uncertainty as to how to deal with her genitals but so long as he didn't touch them there was no concern as to his masculinity was there? He was holding the prettiest, sexiest, seductive girl in Sutherland and she was willingly giving herself to him. All of those haughty bitches who sneered at him across the quadrangle at school could go fuck themselves.

Billy's hands were all over Sarah's body. He stroked the bare flesh above her stocking-tops then cupped her buttocks, kneading them, feel her perky buttocks jiggle through her satin panties, then his fingers explored her thighs, relishing the silky texture of her stockings, lingering on the gauzy welts and tracing the seams at the back. His tongue was alive in her mouth.

Sarah was breathing heavily and she fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper but eventually was able to ease his trousers down and slip her fingers inside his underpants to free his rampant member. It was already fully engorged and leaking precum. She stroked it and felt Billy's body shudder as she worked her fingers along the shaft.

Suddenly Billy broke the kiss and removed his hands from her lower extremities and placed them on her shoulders. He pressed downward on them firmly.

"You know what I want Sarah," Billy whispered, his deep blue eyes locked on hers and she could see the need; they were imploring her.

Sarah had thought about this moment for a long time and now it was here. She dropped to her knees and Billy's phallus was inches from her face. It looked almost ready to erupt, a filament of clear pre-ejaculate hung from the eye. She took a deep breath, steadied her nerves and took him in her mouth.

Billy's cock tasted of Lux soap and salty-sweet pre-seminal fluid. Like any teenager, Sarah had tasted her own secretions and Billy's tasted no different, but, they were his secretions. This young man yearned for her, adored her and wanted her more than anything else in the world right now and that was a powerful aphrodisiac as was the fullness of his flesh on her lips and in her mouth. She explored the bulbous glans with her tongue and was rewarded with a freshet of syrupy precum which she savoured and then swallowed.

Billy's hands rested lightly on her head. The feel of Sarah's warm, wet mouth on his member was like nothing he had ever experienced. He watched her plump lipsticked lips close around his shaft while her tongue tickled his fraenulum and circled the corona of his glans. She looked up at him, her emerald green eyes supplicant and sparkling with lust. Seeing his cock inside the mouth of this gorgeous young woman was almost enough to drive him over the edge.

He began to fuck her mouth.

Sarah used her lips to suckle Billy's shaft while her tongue continued to coddle the pink protuberance of his bulbous glans as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. She felt so submissive on her knees before him, submitting to his needs but at the same time she felt so powerful and commanding. She was giving Billy what he wanted but she was giving it willingly. Her cock was stirring inside her panties and she desperately wanted to stoke it while she sucked Billy' fine specimen of manhood but she didn't want Billy to become repulsed if he saw her doing so.

She put her hands on his hairy thighs and moved her mouth up and down on his quivering rod, lapping at it with her tongue while her lips slid back and forth along the sleek shaft. She stroked his scrotal sac and felt it contract as his penis began to spasm.

Freshets of creamy, glutinous milt filled her mouth and rather than being revolted she was delighted by the of taste of the musky essences and gleefully swallowed them. The feel of his cock juddering her mouth, the piquancy of his semen, the feel of his hands pressing her face into his groin, his laboured breathing and guttural moans reflected the intensity of his orgasm. An orgasm she had invoked. Her cock was rock hard and yearned for release but she resisted the urge to touch it and instead she suckled Billy's quivering organ until she had drained every scintilla of his seed.

Billy's knees nearly buckled with the intensity of his climax as waves pleasure radiated from his groin. He looked on fascinated as the pretty transvestite worked her mouth up and down the shaft of cock. When she had drained him he removed his cock from her mouth and helped Sarah to her feet.

She stood before him supplicant, both of them unsure what to do or say in the awkward silence that followed. Billy surprised her when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, pressing himself against her. Then he released her.

"Thank you darling that was everything I dreamed it would be," Billy whispered as he pulled up his pants, zipped his fly and buckled his belt.

"It was amazing," Sarah admitted and felt both stupid and guilty for saying so.

Billy kissed the tip of her nose and smiled at her.

Sarah was overcome with Billy's tenderness. The brash young man who had broke into her house and threatened her had called her darling and had kissed the tip of her nose affectionately. He was behaving almost gentlemanly and Sarah adored him for it.

It validated her femininity and allure. Billy genuinely liked her, she wasn't just a object for him to use for satisfaction.

He looked at her quizzically while she stood before him ruminating, probably wondering what she was thinking. He kissed her quickly and stroked her cheek.

"Go and fix yourself up, I'm ducking across the road for something but I'll be back shortly," Billy said in an authoritative tone.

Sarah had half-expected Billy to leave as soon as he'd blown his load just like he did last time. Then she remembered that she had told him that her mother and sister would not be back until the evening. She kicked herself for doing so but wondered if subconsciously she had done it intentionally so that he would stay a while.

Is that what she wanted? Did she want Billy to spend the day with her? She had to admit that she kinda liked being bossed about by him and she was enjoying the canoodling and the sex.

She heard the front door open and close as she retired to her bedroom and sat down in front of the makeup mirror and put foundation and power around her mouth, nose and chin and a fresh coat of lipstick on her lips, replacing what had come off during the kissing and fellatio. She turned on the radio and the current big hit, Girls Talk, by Dave Edmunds was playing. She smiled to herself as she recalled the first line of the lyrics: 'There are some things you can't cover up with lipstick and powder' and thought to herself how appropriate the words were given her current situation.

She had just finished fixing her makeup, brushing her hair and freshening her perfume when she heard the front door open and close again. Billy had returned and he was clutching a bottle of Gilby's gin and a bottle of Schweppes tonic water. Sarah got ice from the freezer and Billy poured the drinks.

It was strange sitting on the sofa in her home dressed as she was, talking to a young man she had just had sex with but it was also comforting. They avoided talking about school or about anybody they both knew as that would spoil the fantasy that they were boyfriend and girlfriend and instead they spoke about music, movies and of course Billy spoke about Rugby and in particular his beloved Sharks and their chances of making the quarter finals this year.

Sarah lay along the lounge with her legs across Billy's lap and he lazily stroked them while he talked. They would break now and then to refresh their drinks, light cigarettes and of course to kiss and canoodle. After awhile the conversation becomes stilted and awkward as they ran out of common subjects and the kissing and canoodling sessions became longer as their ardour grew. Billy became more interested in Sarah's legs than their current topic and Sarah stopped talking and lay back enjoyed the feel of Billy's rough hands caressing her stocking-clad legs.

"Can we go into the bedroom?" Billy asked, which caught Sarah by surprise.

"Why?" was the only response that Sarah could muster.

"This couch is kinda small and I wanna cuddle," Billy gave her a bashful smile.

The idea of canoodling on the bed with Billy was intriguing to Sarah. The intimacy of lying together on the covers, of being in her boudoir, the place where she slept, the place where she transformed, the place where she masturbated, was tempting.

Sarah got to her feet and held out her hand and Billy took it and she led him into the bedroom. She'd left the radio on and music played softly in the background. When she went to remove her heels Billy asked her to leave them on.

"They're sexy," he smiled, blushing coyly.

Sarah smiled back at him and climbed on the bed and scootched over to make room for him. Billy stripped down to his underpants, flicked off the light and joined her. It was intimate lying side by side in the gloom, their bodies touching, their breathing expectant above the light background music.

Billy pulled Sarah close and began to kiss her, softly at first, his hands gently caressing her body. Their ardour built slowly and soon their kisses were impassioned, their lips crushed together, their tongues entwined, Billy's hands squeezed her buttocks and Sarah searched for Billy's cock. She freed it from his underpants and stroked it, feeling it engorge and begin to throb in her fingers.

Billy began to circle his fingers on Sarah's bottom, delighting in the feel of her shiny satin panties on his fingertips, he ran a finger up and down the crease between them and Sarah purred like a kitten. He could tell that Sarah liked him playing with her bottom as she squirmed and wriggled against him, her tongue flittering in his mouth. She stroked his cock to full tumescence and toyed with it, not wanting Billy to cum too soon.

Billy started to feel cramped on the narrow bed, despite enjoying every second of what they doing. They both realised that what they were doing was more intimate than what they had been doing in the livingroom. The closeness of their bodies, the tenderness, attending to each other's needs and desires. When Billy used his strength to roll Sarah onto her back and lie on top of her, the communion between them was taken to the next level.

Billy's blue eyes gazed into Sarah's sparkling green eyes and something passed. between them; a silent acknowledgement that this wasn't just lust on their parts, they were entering a relationship. Sarah could no longer pretend that she was just going along with Billy's sexual demands because she was being blackmailed and Billy could no longer pretend that he only saw Sarah as a sex toy. They had feelings for each other.

"Are you okay," Sarah caressed Billy's cheek, and searched his eyes.

"I'm just happy and content is all," Billy smiled down at her.

They kissed, perfectly aware of their bodies pressing together, Sarah entirely cognisant that Billy's hard cock was pressing into her belly. It ignited her passion and the diminutive crossdresser squirmed with delight under the burly football player. Billy was fascinated with the sensation of Sarah's panties and he wanted to feel them on his cock. He adjusted his position so that it nestled in the Vee of her veluntinous panties and began to grind against her.

Sarah purred like a kitten as Billy kissed her passionately while he shimmied his cock against her groin, then suddenly she became aware that her own cock had become fully engorged and was tenting her panties. Billy's cock was rubbing against it, only the layer of silky panty material between the two engorged phalluses. It felt delightfully decadent and wholly immoral for them to be rubbing cocks together but if Billy noticed, he didn't seem to care, instead he kissed her harder and bucked against her fervently, pressing his cock against her velvety mound.

Then something happened that would change their relationship forever.

Billy's cock accidentally slipped inside Sara's panties and slithered between her buttocks.

They both froze and Sarah gazed up into Billy's eyes supplicantly.

"No Billy, we cant... I cant... I'm not ready," Sarah whispered.

Billy could feel the head of his penis nestled in the crevice of Sarah's sphincter. For a fleeting second the idea of what he was about to do might be gay crossed his mind but he was far beyond such tendentiousness now. He would never had done the things he and Sarah had done with each other after only two short meetings a few weeks ago. What was a little buggery in the scheme of things? He had never fucked a woman and was unlikely to anytime soon and he desperately wanted to know what it felt like and, anyway, didn't he think of Sarah as a woman?

In the umbra of the afternoon light peeking through the cracks in the curtains he spotted the jar of Ponds cold cream that Sarah used to remove her makeup sitting on the desk. It was just within reach.

Sarah turned her head to follow Billy's eyes and saw what he was looking at and she anticipated his intentions. Had she herself not used the cool salve to lubricate her cock sometimes when she masturbated?

"No Billy! No!" she whispered.

Billy ignored her and reached for the small pot of moisturiser and scooped a dollop onto his fingers and slid them inside Sarah's panties and lubricated his member.

"No Billy, I'm not doing that!" Sarah began to struggle beneath him.

The bully in Billy returned. He wanted something and he wanted it now and Sarah was not going to stop him. He used his bodyweight and superior strength to hold Sarah still and pushed.

Sarah screamed so loud that it echoed around the vacant rooms in the little cottage as Billy's bulbous glans pierced her tight sphincter. She drummed her fists on Billy's chest and drummed her legs against the covers but to no avail. Billy was inside her.

Billy held Sarah still as best he could and stopped thrusting. Not because he was hurting Sarah but because he was afraid he would climax. The feel of Sarah's tight anus girding his sensitive organ was overwhelmingly pleasureable. Sarah realised that struggling was only making things worse for her. Now that the tip of Billy's cock was inside her, the initial excruciating pain had plateaued to a dull ache. She realised that instead of clamping her sphincter tight she should concentrate on relaxing it.

Billy became aware that Sarah had given up the fight when the tight ring encircling the tip of his penis loosened and Sarah stopped bucking. He looked into her pretty face and saw the consternation and the tears in the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sorry Sarah, I don't know what came over me. I'll take it out," Billy whispered.

"Don't you dare!" Sarah uttered, surprising them both.

"I mean the damage is done now and the worst is over," Sarah said a little bashfully.

A quizzical look crossed Sarah's face.

"It feels good, you dummy," Sarah smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his back and leaned up and kissed him.

It did feel good. Once the initial sharp spasm subsided and her sphincter loosened, the excruciating pain receded to a dull aching throb. But then the throb became a tingle; a rather delightful tingle. A circlet of sparkling pleasure ringed the entrance to her anus.

"Go slow. Take your time," Sarah broke the kiss long enough to utter.

She clamped her mouth back on Billy's and lifted her legs and locked them around his torso.

Billy gazed lovingly into Sarah's eyes and watched them widen with astonishment and wonder as he slowly slid his thick phallus all the way inside her. She felt it fill her void and it was surprisingly pleasurable, as it slid past her prostate she moaned like a slattern as the feelings intensified. Her cock became fully engorged and pressed against Billy's hard flat tummy. When he began to fuck her his belly rubbed against her panty-shrouded penis and it was all she could do to hold back her climax.

Billy groaned as his cock slid inside Sarah's warm, buttery anus. It was like his cock was being gently squeezed by silken fingers. The deeper he went, the more pleasurable it became and when he was fully inside her with his scrotum pressed against her silken-shrouded buttocks he stopped because he could feel his orgasm about to erupt. He kissed her and she kissed him back and she surprised him when she rubbed her stocking-clad legs against his flanks and dug her heels into his back, encouraging him to fuck her.

He looked into her eyes questioningly and she smiled at him and nodded and clenched and unclenched her sphincter and he knew what she wanted... what they both wanted. He could feel her cock pressing into his belly, the front of her panties saturated with precum. He didn't mind one little bit. He was impressed that he had aroused her so intensely. He wanted to make her come.

His thrusts at first were slow and gentle and they both rode the wave of desire, kissing each other, Billy grabbing her ass and squeezing it as he pummelled her rectum, feeling her anus undulate as her anal pleasure receptors reacted to being massaged by his cock. Her cock juddered in her panties, full, bloated and ready to erupt.

Their kisses became frenetic, their tongues intertwined, their bodies slapping together as Billy began to pound his cock in and out of her tight anus faster and faster.

Sarah felt Billy's cock pulsate and sensed him planting his seed deep inside her. He clung to her, gasping into her mouth, driving her into the bed as his climax peaked. Her own cock erupted and she creamed her panties as waves of delight emanated from her quivering cock and her prostate and little circlets of pleasure radiated from her sphincter. Her anus contracted and quivered, milking Billy of his musky milt.

When the crescendo of their climaxes peaked and waned their kisses became more tender and loving.

Billy lay on top of Sarah, his cock still buried in her anus. She still had her arms and legs locked around him, holding him close, they were both experiencing post-orgasmic bliss. Neither of them wanted to move. They kissed and nuzzled each other saying nothing, conveying their emotions by touch and feel. Sarah gently buffed her legs against his flanks, knowing that he adored the feel of her stockings on his flesh, she stroked his cheek and gently grazed her nails down his back.

Billy sighed and kissed the side of Sarah's mouth, then fully on the lips but the kiss was gentle, their fervour was spent. His cock was till engorged but it was slowly becoming become flaccid. He became aware that Sarah's semen was cooling on his belly. When she had orgasmed at same time as he, the feel of her cock pulsing against his belly disgorging her essence had encouraged him to drive his cock all the way inside her and ejaculate. He was amazed that he had been able to make her orgasm handsfree but now he wanted to wash away her spunk. He wasn't particularly disgusted by it, but now that he was satiated he wanted to clean up. He also wanted a drink and was craving a cigarette.

"I'm going to use your bathroom then I'll make us both a drink while you go," Billy kissed the tip of Sarah's nose and disentangled himself from her embrace.

She watched him walk away, impressed by his muscular frame. She could feel some of his semen dribbling from her sphincter and she clenched it tight. The front of her panties were sodden with her own juices and now she had wet the gusset. She lay still until Billy came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Your turn," Billy called out as he passed by the bedroom door on the way to the loungeroom

Sarah kicked off her heels and padded to the bathroom on stocking feet. She closed the door and looked at herself in the mirror. Her lipstick was smeared around her mouth and her hair was dishevelled. She needed to pee, fix her face, brush her hair and change her panties. Then something suddenly dawned on her.

"Oh my god!" Sarah exclaimed and pulled down her panties and looked in the gusset.

The gusset of her panties was clotted with Billy Barton's semen and the lotion he had used for lube that had escaped her sphincter when Billy withdrew. There was an infinitesimal scintilla of brown. Nothing anyone would notice except perhaps a forensic examiner.

But Sarah knew.

She knew that the hole that Billy had just vigorously fucked was the same hole that she used to defecate. She took her panties off and sniffed the crotch... nothing but Dior, Ponds cold cream and the musky smell of spunk. She wiped her ass and looked carefully at the toilet tissue and saw the same result but this time there was nothing brown. Sarah thanked whatever deity looked after crossdressers that her anus and colon had been empty. Not eating for twenty four hours had paid an unexpected benefit but it was something to consider for future encounters.

She came back to the bedroom and changed her panties, fixed her makeup and brushed her hair. She could hear Billy in the living room mixing drinks and she joined him.

"Well that was unexpected," Sarah took the proffered gin and tonic.

"Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" Billy was genuinely concerned and Sarah appreciated it.

"When do you think you will be ready to go again?" Sarah grinned at him lecherously and plonked herself in his lap.

*****

And so it went until they both matriculated and left school. Sarah had a few months before she started tertiary studies at the University of Sydney. Billy was planning on attend technical college.

Then another fateful day arrived.

Sarah could tell that Billy was anxious when he came over for their usual Saturday tryst. She was feeling particularly horny and ready for sex but she could tell he wanted to talk so after kissing him and giving his penis a welcome tug she made drinks and they sat on the sofa, lit cigarettes and she waited for him to begin.

"Mom's got a job in Melbourne. Fucking Victoria! They don't even play real football down there, just kick-and-giggle Aussie rules," Billy said vehemently.

"She only just dropped the news on me so as you can imagine I'm pissed off. Anyway Sarah, this will be the last time we are together," Billy sighed.

Sarah tried to swallow her bitter disappointment and patted his knee comfortingly.

"Anyway there's more. Steve Rynolds plays lock in my rugby team. You don't know him, he didn't go to our school and now he's an apprentice electrician and he lives at Loftus. Anyway the other day he was bragging to me that he went to Kings Cross last weekend to get on the piss and play up," Billy paused briefly to take a sip of his drink.

"He went to Les Girls and ended up fucking one of the drag queens. It cost him fifty nicker but he told me that it was awesome and that he'd really like to do it again but of course he doesn't want to pay," Sarah nodded understandingly although she had no idea where the story was going.

"He told me this in strictest confidence you understand. Because he had trusted me with his secret I told him about you and what we get up to every Saturday and he was very interested and very jealous," Billy explained and Sarah paled.

She was terrified that someone she didn't know knew her secret.

"Look... he's a good guy and good looking too, all the shielas who come to our footy matches are keen for him. He keeps asking about you, so anyway I was thinking he could take my place. I haven't told him your real name or where you live so don't worry. If your not happy with the idea I'll keep schtum," Billy looked at Sarah earnestly.

Sarah considered the matter, but only briefly. It would mean another person besides Billy knew her secret but she was devastated that Billy was leaving and she would miss her regular Saturday sex sessions.

"Ok, give him my address and tell him to come next Saturday. Tell him to make sure mom and Julie have left and not to knock on the door until thirty minutes after so I can get ready. I don't want him to meet Stefan, just Sarah," she replied.

She could see that Billy was a little jealous and also a little disappointed that Sarah had agreed so quickly which was cute but Sarah was pragmatic. She had gotten used to being adored and she loved the sex, but with Billy on his way out she needed a reliable and discreet replacement.

"Ok, I'll set it up," Billy sighed.

"Also tell him to bring condoms. He's not fucking me bareback until he brings me a doctor's certificate proving he's STD free. If he's been fucking trannies up the Cross, fuck knows what he might have caught," Sarah added.

And so Sarah was set to meet the second man in her life who would become her sex partner. The second of many as it turned out.

Cabin 121 Park Motor Lodge, Engadine NSW, Australia - Present Day

Sarah came out of her reverie. There was nothing in her past that could help her now but she realised that she often found herself in situations where men forced her to do things that she didn't really want to but she always endured and overcame the difficulties. She would need that resolve now because Loyd had climbed off her and left the room, leaving her with Salesi and his two henchmen.

They were all naked and sporting huge erections, looking lustfully at Sarah and muttering amongst themselves. Sarah saw the handcuff key in the hands of one of the men and a glimmer of hope crossed her mind but it was dashed when the man spoke to Salesi.

"Ok, so we uncuff her, turn her around and recuff her so we can spitroast her. I'm going doggie first, Steve gets a bowjob and you get seconds in her ass after I've finished," the man spoke about Sarah like she was a slab of flesh not a person with feelings.

"Agreed, now uncuff her and get her on her hands and knees, I wanna fuck her today not tomorrow," Salesi chuckled.

Sarah prepared herself as best she could for what was coming next.

To be continued