As I turn into the drive, I see the lights in our bedroom switch off and the shadow of someone crosses the hall heading towards the kitchen. I hope Mandy is ready, I think to myself, she will need to be prepared for what I have in mind for her.

“Mandy, I am home.” Just like the other day, she is in the kitchen and she turns to offer me my glass of wine. And, just like the other day, she looks happy, her make-up done perfectly, her hair brushed back but this time she is wearing her lovely little black dress.

“You look lovely, Mandy,” I say, taking the glass, and she smiles. I take a closer look. Her legs look slender and shapely in her stockings and as she turns on the spot, I can tell she is delighted with her look. “Come here.”

She appears slightly reluctant but steps closer and I run my hands down her dress onto her thighs and gently lift the hem. On my! Her stockings are hold ups, the pale soft skin of her thighs look beautiful and I turn her, so I can see her naked bottom, her cheeks smooth and firm, and turn her again so I can see her cage.

I smile at her and I gently smooth her dress back into place. “Yes, you look lovely.”

“Thank you, Alice.” She smiles and takes a sip of her wine and I cannot help but think she does look lovely.

“I’m going to change, I won’t be long,” and I leave a very happy Mandy, sipping her wine and taking in the reflection in the large windows. Oh yes, she is very pleased with herself. Well, we see how happy she is in a few hours.

“There, how do I look?” and I do a little twirl, and look at my reflection in the window.

“Oh, wow, Alice, you look um, you look um,” she says, taking me and my outfit into her head. “You look fucking gorgeous!”

“Thank you,” and I smile at her, and I notice her eyes scanning up and down my body, her eyes wide. And there is something else. She is thinking; yes, she is thinking, “Where the hell is she taking me dressed like that?”

“Where are we going?”

“Oh, somewhere to have a drink, that’s all.”

“Alice, are you going to go out just like that?”

“Don’t be silly, Mandy. I’m going to wear my coat.” I check my purse, yes, I have got everything. “Are you ready?”

“Umm, yes, I think so. I don’t have a coat.”

“Mandy, you don’t need a coat. But I do have this for you,” I say, a small black strap dangling from my fingers. “Come here.”

She walks slowly towards me, her eyes still fixed on my body, which does not surprise me. My nipples are hard, my breasts cupped beautifully by my basque, the suspenders stretched down my thighs to my stockings, my tiny sheer panties clearly showing my pussy.

“There, that looks lovely, doesn’t it?” I say, tightening the buckle, and I gently tug the clasp of the collar.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Come on then, Mandy, let’s go,” and she follows me out into the hallway and I pick up my coat and slip it on, the lead hanging from the pocket.

“I’ve told you before about the lads in the workshops, haven’t I?”

“Yes, I think so.” She knows exactly who I mean, I had told Andy a number of times.

“Well, they have been giving me the come-on even more recently.” She does not reply. “You know, trying to look up my skirt when I walk down the steps, asking me if I’m wearing stockings again, asking me if they can take me out for a drink.” Mandy is listening, wondering where this is going.

“What did you say?”

“I said I was wearing stockings and showed them.”

“You didn’t!?”

“Oh, yes I did. Took them a bit by surprise, especially as they saw my panties as well.”

“Oh god, Alice!”

“You should have heard them! It was very flattering really.”

“What did they say?”

“Just what they would like to do to me.”

“Alice, are you serious?”

“Oh, yes, very serious. So, I’ve arranged to meet them at the pub they use on a Friday after work. And I said I will bring a friend.”

As I park the car, Mandy is looking around, obviously anxious. It is dark, it being winter and the lights from the pub windows light up the car park. As I shut the car door, I realise Mandy has not moved so I walk around the car and open her door.

“Come on, Mandy.”

“Alice, I can’t go in there dressed like this.”

“Why not? You look lovely.”

“Alice, I can’t!”

I ignore her reluctance and take the lead from my pocket and clip it onto her collar.

“Oh god, please, Alice, I can’t.”

“Mandy, come on. They will be waiting.” I tug the lead and she reluctantly turns her legs. “Come on, Mandy, I will not tell you again,” and after another tug on the lead, she steps out and I close the door behind her. As we walk towards the entrance, I feel my nerves rise up in me, but I am not surprised given what I think awaits us. But as we near the door Mandy stops.

“Alice, please.”

“Mandy, we are here now. And you look lovely,” I add, and I take her face, gently in my hands, and stroke her cheeks, and look at her closely. “You really look beautiful, Mandy. They will love you.” She glances anxiously towards the crowded bar.

“There’s too many people, Alice, and we might know some of them?”

“Not in this pub, we won’t. Don’t worry. Trust me, Mandy.”

oOo

Oh my! I am not sure, no, that is wrong, I am certain the lads had not expected that and even Carl admitted they didn’t think I would turn up, just that posh Alice, teasing them again. But that flash of my stockings had made sure they were waiting for me.

The room at the back of the pub was theirs, well every Friday evening, after work, it was theirs.

The pool table dominated the small room and that is where they fucked us.

When we walked in, they went silent, but when I removed my coat and introduced my friend, Mandy, they shared knowing smiles and were soon mauling my breasts, their hands caressing my bottom, their fingers exploring my pussy. And when Mandy's little black dress was raised above her hips, they all looked transfixed by the sight of her lovely legs, in her hold-up stockings and her cute pink cage.

The lads had often boasted to me what they would do with me if I ever let them near me. And they did.

oOo

“How are you?” She raises her head from the sheets, her make-up smeared across her face, her hair dishevelled, and I can see the bruises across her shoulders and neck.

“Sore.”

I realise this is the first time she has slept in my bed for months. She is naked, her stockings long lost, and I look down her body to her bottom, which carries the same bruises on her pale soft skin.

“But are you OK?”

She raises her head again, this time looking down her side, looking for evidence of her soreness. “Yes, I think so.”

“And your bottom?” I had helped her apply some cream when we had got home. It had been very red, and leaking the cum the lads had dumped in her.

“Sore,” and she slumps her head back down onto the sheets. I am not surprised.

There were a few things which had stuck me, as I had watched Mandy being fucked. Firstly, I could not believe she could take such a hammering. I am not certain how many of the lads fucked her, nor how many times they had fucked her; I wasn’t counting, as I was somewhat preoccupied.

And that was the second thing. Not once did she try to stop them, or slow them down, in fact, quite the opposite. As one finished emptying his load into her, she moved to the next, grabbing the nearest erection and offering herself. She seemed to have been in a constant and continual state of lust.

And last but certainly not least, I could not believe how horny I had found it, watching her being utterly and completely used, and my orgasms had been the most intense and body-shattering orgasms ever!

I too, am carrying some bruises and, as I examine my body, images of last night flood back. My hips show the hands of one of the lads, if I remember correctly, Harry, who I had been riding on the pool table, who, as he reached his orgasm had grabbed my hips in his huge hands and drove down hard, then lifting me before ramming me down hard again onto his huge cock. Yes, that was Harry.

And there was something else, something that surprised me even more. When we got home, I made sure Mandy came to my bed, and I gently applied the cream to her sore anus. And then she had clung to me and we had fallen asleep in each other arms.

oOo

“Mandy, let’s go shopping together?” She is covered in bubbles from the shampoo and she rinses her face before answering.

“Do we need groceries?”

“No, I mean shopping. Clothes shopping. You don’t really have your own casual clothes, do you?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Umm..”

“Come on, it will be nice.”

“When you say casual, what do you mean?”

“You know, some nice tops, and jeans. And you need some more underwear.”

“I’ve got loads, Alice.”

“No, I don’t mean Andy’s stuff. I mean Mandy’s clothes.” She looks at me, slightly suspiciously. “You can wear a nice top and a pair of my jeans,” I say walking into the bedroom. “There,” I continue, laying a lovely loose top on the bed and then a pair of my jeans, the smallest I have, which I am sure she will fit into easily.

“Are you sure? I mean, it's broad daylight. Everyone will see me.”

“Come here, Mandy, sit down.” She is naked, and I watch as she sits in front of my dressing table mirror, and studies her reflection. As I start to brush her hair, she seems worried but as I continue to brush her hair, she begins to relax.

“Mandy, I think you should grow your hair longer, then you won’t need that wig.” She takes a gulp, which makes me giggle. “I am not laughing at you, Mandy,” I add quickly, “you have lovely hair, you can get it cut properly, add some colour.” She smiles into the mirror.

“In fact,” I continue, “let’s just try some styling gel.” I sense her concern, “Don’t worry, we can wash it out if you don’t like it.”

“There, what do you think?”

“Oh my, Alice. Are you sure?”

She looks lovely. I have done her hair so it is ruffled, the gel giving her a lovely used look, my jeans loose but cut for a woman, finishing mid-calf, and finished with my lovely trainers. Her make-up is just about right, enough to help her, not enough so she will look out of place. But she is not convinced.

“Alice, I love it, but..”

“No buts, Mandy. Come on, we can grab breakfast out.”

oOo

“Hi, Mandy, I’m home.”

“In here, Alice!” She is in the kitchen and she turns as I enter the room, a huge smile on her face and, shaking her hands dry, she grabs a tea cloth. “Have you had a good day?”

“I have, thank you. And you?”

“Yes, lovely.” She has a glass of wine and I watch her pour a second glass, and she hands it to me, still smiling. I know she is waiting for me to say something but I take a sip and look at the post.

“Alice! Well, do you like it?”

“Like what?” I say, not looking up from the letter I am opening.

“My hair!” I can’t stop myself.

“Why? Have you washed it?”

“Alice!” I smile at her, and she smiles back, and twirls on the spot, shaking her head, just a little, showing off her hair. And doesn’t she look lovely, truly lovely!

“Beautiful, Mandy, absolutely beautiful.” It has been cut properly, and the blond tints seem to highlight her eyes. “And she did my eyebrows, do you like them, I do hope so.” Yes, I do.

As she describes her visit to the hairdressers, I take a better look at her. What a change I have witnessed over the last two months. Instead of a pathetic, feeble, and, quite frankly, sexually inadequate man, there before me is a beautiful and sensitive girl, who was becoming aware of her sexuality. Oh yes, I had witnessed her on two very memorable occasions and I had used my strap-on with her a number of times. Yes, our sex life was horny. And there was something else. She was happy.

“Well, we must celebrate. Let’s go out, after all it is Friday.” Her expression changes immediately and I think I can see her visibly shaking. “No, not there. I don’t think I am ready for another session like that!” She smiles, sheepishly. “No, let’s just go out for a few drinks, there is a new place open in town, and if that’s no good, there are several other places we can have a drink and perhaps a little dance!”

“Alice, what if someone recognises us?”

“What, two girls out for a few drinks? And they may recognise me, but they are not going to recognise Mandy, are they?”

She seems unsure, but as we get ready, she relaxes and we leave the house, arm-in-arm, I sense she is very nervous. She shouldn’t be. She looks lovely, the sleeveless turtle-neck top, and her new jeans, finished by a lovely pair of shoes, suit her boy-like figure, and as we pass a few people, they return our smiles, no unwelcome second-looks.

The bar is busy but we find two seats by a high table and with Proseccos in hand we look like, well, exactly what we are, two friends out for a drink and a chat. And Mandy could not be happier.

“Alice, hi! How are you?”

“Oh, hi, Claire!” and she leans over and kisses my cheek. “Girl’s night out?” I ask, looking at her party dress.

“Just a few of my work colleagues,” she says, looking at Mandy.

“Claire, this is Mandy, she’s staying with me for a few days. We were at Uni’ together.”

“Hi,” says Mandy, and I hold my breath as Claire and Mandy kiss cheeks.

“Oh, you must pop round for coffee, both of you,” says Claire and after a little bit more small talk, she rejoins her friends.

Mandy is silent. “See, she didn’t notice anything untoward, did she?” Mandy smiles, perhaps not convinced, but we are soon chatting again and after another drink, we decide to move on.

It’s been raining and the bar we head for has a small queue, but I wander to the front. Yes, he’s on the door.

“Jake, hi!”

“Alice, how’s things?” Jake is tall and handsome, and I have made no secret I would love to fuck him. “You look as lovely as usual. Who’s this, not seen you before?” he says, directing his question to the lovely, if not very nervous girl holding my hand.

“Oh, this is Mandy, a friend I was at Uni’ with.”

“Hi, Mandy,” and he smiles and he cannot help himself look her up and down, and he smiles again. Oh, I’ve seen that smile before. Well, Jake, if you are going to fuck her, you will have to fuck me as well, I think to myself. And, as we step into the bar, I can feel Mandy squeeze my hand, as if worried I would let go.

“You OK?” I ask, my face pressed against her face.

“He stroked my bottom!”

“When?”

“When we squeezed past him.”

“I’m not surprised,” and I kiss her cheek.

I can’t remember when I last enjoyed a night out like this. What fun! If there was one thing Andy could do well it was that he could dance. We had grabbed some drinks and had soon found ourselves a couple of seats, and it was not long before I had dragged Mandy onto the small dance floor and, whilst initially she had been less than enthusiastic, any anxiety had rapidly disappeared.

I can see they are looking at us. It is crowded but as people move by, I can see him glance again, his friend now looking towards us. And I catch his eye and I smile. Yes, you saw me, I know what you are thinking; did she smile at me? And when he looks again, I smile, again. Yes, she is smiling at me.

Mandy is saying something to me, but I interrupt her.

“Mandy, there are two guys coming over.” She looks worried. “Mandy, just follow my lead.”

oOo

It is raining again, but I snuggle closer to him, sheltered under his coat as we walk home. It’s not far, and I am enjoying his arm around my hips, the warmth of his body. Next to us is Mandy, and she too is sheltering under a jacket, the man holding her close. This could be interesting.

“Alice, this could go so horribly wrong!”

She was right, it could, but I had a feeling it would be just fine. “Mandy, he has had his hands all over you.” He had! I had been enjoying my bottom being squeezed and I had felt his erection against me when I saw the other guy kiss her, and when they turned to the music, I saw his hand was in the back of her jeans, kneading her cheeks.

“But what happens if. Well, when, he, umm. You know!”

“When he takes off your jeans and your panties?”

“Yes!”

“Don’t know. We just need to make sure he is so turned on, don’t we?”

And we are about to find out, and I am so turned on.

Jon’s cock is just perfect, not too big but big enough, and smooth and, most importantly, rock-hard. He sighs as one of my hands gently strokes its length, and then pulls his foreskin down, my other hand holding his helmet, my fingers running around his glands.

On the other sofa, Dave’s shirt, the only thing he is now wearing is being removed, Mandy helps him to undo his cuffs before she tosses it away towards where the rest of his clothes are lying. 

We are both kneeling in front of our man, at right angles to each other, our feet touching and we look at each other, each of us holding a hard cock, and we slowly dip our heads and, as our mouths open, we keep eye contact. Fuck, that is so horny, but after a few minutes, we turn and focus on the matter in hand, and in our mouths.

He is close, his groans and moans getting stronger but I have no intention of letting him cum before I do. And judging by the noises coming from the adjoining sofa, so is his friend. My breasts are already free, Jon has reached down and pulled off my top, my bra soon following, so I slowly stand, looking down at him, and peel off my jeans, my panties quickly following.

“Nice?” I ask him and his smile tells me yes, and I reach over to the table between the sofas and take a condom and although it is a shame, I pull it onto his erection, and then take the lube. I do not need it, and I pretend to use some on my already soaking pussy.

I gently push him down, so he is nearly lying flat and I turn and straddle him, in the reverse style.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I heard him say, and I position his cock below my soaking pussy, its helmet nestled between my lips and I press down. Holy fucking shit! My whole body shudders as I take in his length, oh fucking hell, and the spasms shoot through me. Oh fuck!

As I regain my composure, I look at Mandy, who has watched me impale myself on his cock. Your turn, Mandy, I think to myself, now Mandy and she seems to have heard me, as she stands.

Her jeans are already undone, but other than that, she is still clothed and she smiles at the man waiting for her, his cock hard and glistening with her salvia. It is her turn to reach for the condoms and, as I slowly begin to rise and fall on the cock deep in me, she slides it onto the impressive erection in front of her, and then the lube, which she applies to the condom.

This is it, I think, this is where it could all go so wrong and I am worried.

Oh Mandy! She stands in front of him and she turns, her bottom now facing him and, looking over her shoulder, she slips down her jeans, keeping her tiny panties in place, and steps backwards, moving between his legs and, taking hold of his erection, positions it against her anus, and she slowly eases herself down.

Oh, fucking hell! The man I am fucking can see them and it seems to have the same effect on him, as it is having on me and, as he grabbed my hips, lifting me and then slamming me hard down onto his cock, I squeeze my breasts hard, pulling at my nipples. It is bliss. And Mandy is loving it.

She is standing, bent at her hips and is thrusting herself down onto Dave’s cock, he groans loudly and Mandy’s face is a picture of ecstasy, and she turns to look at me, her eyes glazed, her mouth pouting and my orgasm starts to rise from deep within me. Oh, fucking hell!

As it hits me, I let out a loud moan, and squeeze my breasts as hard as I can, and after a minute or so, I slump backwards onto Jon’s chest, his hands grabbing my breasts, and I reach up and behind me, grabbing his head.

As we lie there, recovering, I focus on Mandy. Dave has also just witnessed my orgasm and he is reaching forward, his hands up the back of Mandy’s top and, obviously eager to feel her body, he pulls at her lovely top until she allows him to pull it off her and she shakes her head free, her lovely hair looking so dishevelled, so used, so horny, and I notice she has lost an earring.

Her skin looks so smooth, so soft, and even though she must be hot, her skin still has that lovely pale colour, her black bra in sharp contrast. And his hands are still exploring. Mandy seems to understand and she suddenly picks up her pace, using her hands on his thighs to help her bounce up and down. And he responds, as she hoped. “Oh fuck, yes, oh fucking hell!”

The cock in me is still very hard and I am still so very fucking horny, so I push myself off him and, as I turn, I see Mandy’s girly cock, her panties pulled to one side, bouncing, her tiny ball bag, squeezed between her thighs, and she is dribbling cum, it being flicked as she bounces. I catch her eye, and she smiles, her eyes glazed with lust. And, before I remount the lovely cock awaiting me, I bend and kiss her, lovingly.

As Jon’s cock slips into me, the noises behind me increase. I think Mandy’s man is about to cum, well judging by his groans and moans he is, and I cannot help to look over my shoulder at them, Jon taking the opportunity to suck my hard nipples. And things are about to get interesting.

Dave’s excitement is painful to see, and I am not surprised. How many small, delicate girls, offer a man their anus, on a one-night stand? And he wants more of her, and I watch, as best as I can with my nipples being chewed, as he tries to pull her to him and eventually Mandy allows herself to fall back onto his body and, as she does so, she spreads her legs so she is straddling his hips.

He gasps again and starts to kiss her neck, and her shoulders, his hands frantically exploring her body, across her breasts, pulling her bra up and off her, squeezing her nipples and she moans, a lovely girly moan. And I watch, as his hands go down her body, across her flat stomach, and then down her hips, onto her thighs. I hold my breath, waiting.

Oh my, oh my! As his hand finds her erection, he pauses, his face looks up from her neck which is red from his bites. But Mandy doesn’t wait. In just a few seconds at most, she turns herself to face him, his cock slipping out of her bum and she grabs his face and kisses him, and kisses him, her lips, her hands, her arms smothering him.

oOo

“How are you feeling?”

“A bit sore, but good.” I bet she is sore, but she looks radiant, that morning after glow. And so do I. My pussy is tender, my nipples bruised, and my bottom is a little tender from the playful, lustful slaps of the two lads.

“Alice, I can’t believe that happened.” And, if I was being honest, nor did I. “And, Alice, please don’t get angry, please, but have you ever done anything like that before.”

“What, pick up two guys in a pub, bring them home and fuck them several times? Oh, I forgot, whilst my husband, dressed as a girl, gets fucked?”

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” She hangs her head, worried I am going to snap. But I smile.

“No, Mandy, no I haven’t. Why?”

“You just seemed so natural. Like you did this all the time.”

“And what about you? Have you done this before?” She looks up from the pillow, where she had slept.

“You are kidding, aren’t you?” and she giggles, and soon we are in each other’s arms, our kisses interrupted only by more giggles.

I tell her how I watched that moment when his hand found her girly cock, and that I had held my breath, worried. And she tells me how she remembered what I had said, that he had to be so turned on, he would not stop.

“My god, you did that, didn’t you?” She giggles a lovely girly giggle. His reaction had been quite incredible. He had mauled her body and when she had finally let him go, he had pushed her onto her back, lifted her legs high and rammed his rock-hard cock into her. And Mandy had loved it, her moans and grunts only matched by his and, as he orgasmed, Mandy had grabbed her cock and her cum had shot up his body, and hers, much landing on her face.

“That was so fucking horny when he kissed you after you had both come and licked you clean.” She smiles, her eyes gleaming as the memory of the last few hours rushes through her head.

“What about you!” She pulls herself up the bed, her head resting on my shoulder, my arm around her, and I stroke her face, brushing her lovely hair out of her eyes. Yes, I was very pleased with my performance.

After I had witnessed Mandy’s first orgasm, Jon had fucked me, my legs over his shoulders, and when he had orgasmed, my second orgasm had caught me unaware, it ripping through me so hard, my pussy gushed. I had never done that before.

We had both thought they would then leave, but after we had a few drinks, it was clear Jon wanted to sample Mandy and, well, having seen what Dave had done to her, I was keen to see if he could make me orgasm again. And he had. Fucking hell, he had.

It had helped that Mandy was being well and truly fucked by Jon, and us girls were face to face, me on all fours, Mandy on her back and we kissed and held on to each other, and when we orgasmed, Jon’s hand furiously wanking her cock her spunk flew up her and onto me.

oOo

“Mandy. What do you fancy doing today?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I need to shower and I need to do my bits.”

“So do I.”

“And then what?”

She is smiling, and so am I.

“Mandy, I think we need to sort out some fashion jewellery for you. You’ve lost an earring.”

She feels her ears, both have gone. “Oh, bloody hell.”

“Mandy, they were just cheap clip-ons, why don’t we get your ears pierced, then you can get a proper set, or two?”

“Oh, yes, please. I’d love that.”

 “And, Mandy, you know when he was feeling your body and started pulling your nipples, you liked that didn’t you?”

“Yes. But I haven’t got any breasts.”

“What if you had some nipple studs?” She lifts her head from my shoulder. “I mean, imagine if your nipples were pierced, and someone gently pulling them.”

“I don’t know. You don’t have yours pierced.”

“Because my breasts are full, but when they are sucked and pulled and twisted, it’s fucking wonderful.”

“Should I?”

“That’s up to you.”

She cuddles back down onto me. “Yes please, Alice, I’d love that. Thank you.”