I had not too shortly after getting my massive new tits read an email invite to my school reunion. Now I hadn't planned on going back to the place where I got devilishly bullied, but ever since coming out and getting these new personalities I had a huge ego boost and wanted to error 404 my old bullies and maybe try and fuck the girl that had shaped my personality for years to come. 

As a corny school reunion for lonely/horny thirtysomethings, that was naturally back to school. 

My school was the very cheapest private school, so you had the tartan skirts and competitive breaching of the school dress code as normal but with the self-made Eessex man backing. My school was the perfect diving board for estate agencies. 

At the time, I had wild the days away secretly cross-dressing whenever I had a moment alone fantasising about being spit-roasted by my bullies. Or sucking cock by the cricket stand. Those fantasies would sustain me throughout most of my life, but now. Now I could make them happen.

I quickly picked out the stand-in school skirt, a high-waisted tartan skirt. I added my tight white blouse, scrounged around for a reasonably accurate tie, and fitted a jacket in place of a blazer. 

Lingerie, on the other hand, could be subtle thigh-high white socks, heels, and a naughty set of sexy lace bra and thong. But that wouldn't be Willow. Willow likes platform heels, stockings, suspenders, and horribly complicated but very sexy lingerie. 

And so on the night, I rocked up the reunion with a red set of sexy strappy lingerie choker suspenders, lace thong because I still had to try and contain my cock, suspenders with many straps, seamed stockings, black platform heels, and the very sexy school uniform I had thoroughly tested with my boss. And then at a dogging meet. 

As I walked up, I could see people turning and muttering. I strode up to collect a drink and B-lined for an old bully.

“Hello, remember me?” I said, attempting to look as hot as possible.

“Erm, don’t think so, love. Who ordered you here?” Dave said with a grin. 

“James. And he said to meet me by the computer room.” I replied with a devilish whorey intent. 

I walked off and could see Dave scurry off to find James, then meet me by the computer room.
Standing by the computer room, I did up my jacket to make my tits look bigger and more willing to burst out and yelped a little when I received a firm smack on my ass.

Turning around, I said in my most seductive voice, “Hello James, follow me in here. I've waited a long time to do this.”

“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but I am game,” James said, squeezing my ass hard and feeling up my lingerie. “Dirty slag.”

He closed the distance, grinding his cock up against my ass, running his hands up my tits. Squeezing. Kissing my neck. I pushed him back. Pinned him against the wall and got down on my knees, unbuttoned my jacket, and took out his cock. Smaller than I had fantasised but workable. Like the little cock I exploded at uni. Rubbing it against my face. Slowly running my tongue over it. Taking the little thing in my mouth, simulating a deep throat. Digging my nails into him as I face fuck him. Soon his friend arrived. Not too soon enough, as I could feel his cock almost ready to cum. 

“Hello, mate, fancy seeing you here. I see you found this whore. Know who she is? See you never grew, lol,” Dave said, flicking his cock out. 

I swivelled around, ready to service him. 

“Oi, bitch. Aren't you going to finish me?” James said, trying to brush off the comment.

“Oh, I thought you may want to fuck my ass. See what else I have under this sexy uniform.” I replied, shifting my cock around, taking Dave's cock in my hand, and slowly fucking it. 

I felt my skirt being lifted to reveal my lingerie; my hidden surprise was still not seen.

Dave, taking the lead, guided me onto a desk, brought my legs up over his shoulders, and pulled aside my thong. While James opened my blouse to reveal both my sexy bondage lingerie and my new tits.

“Well, well, well. A tranny. Like you, James. Seeing as you got a clit for a cock. She's got a bigger one than yours,” mocked Dave.

“Spit on it and cum on her tits,” commanded Dave. James dutifully cooperated. The warm cum landed on my big round tits. 

Sliding his nice, fat cock into my ass, I groaned with pleasure. Now this is what I fantasied. 

Fucking me hard, making my tits swing. Holding me by my thighs. Hard and fast. 

He outlasted me, making me cum all up my skirt and onto my tits. Then he pulled out and came on my tits too. 

“Fancy doing this again? Fucking love trans girls. They always dress right and fuck dirty.” Asked Dave.

“Fuck yes, please! Hope you like the outfit?” I replied, panting slowly, sitting up, and correcting my uniform. 

“Fucking love it! Want it again. Whore,” Dave said, leaving me alone. 

Finished with my fuckfest and having no interest in hanging out with former school peers smelling of sex. I headed off to my taxi. Making sure not to stare too obviously at the couple fucking over their car, it turns out I wasn’t the only slut who planned to get fucked this evening. 

“Do up your tie correctly,” a voice from over to my left said. 

“Checking me out, are you sir?” I, replied, looking over and bending to show off my body. Mr. Davis. A former teacher of mine walked out of the shadows; he was tall and athletic and rumoured to have a huge cock, so says gossip from various girls that allegedly did their PE A2’s practical through fucking. This evening he was in his painted school polo, shorts, rugby socks, and trainers. And very sexy. I could go for another if he wanted to, for science. 

“Have I been a bad girl?” I asked as sexily as I could imagine.

“Yes, you have. You look like a whore. Are you a whore?” Mr. Davis rather brutally asked. I looked away, then back to him as I walked over to him.

“Sure, you want to do it here or go somewhere?” I said, gently teasing his cock. “75 for a handy, 100 for me to suck you off, and 200 for a fuck,” I added. 

“You can get in my car. I’ll take the lot. Here is your fee.” Mr. Davis said stuffing the cash into my stockings. Smiling as he saw my sexy lingerie. 

Smiling and trembling with anticipation, I hopped into his car. We drove off and headed for a delightful car park near some woods. Actually, not too far from my flat. 

“So, ever fuck a student?” I asked, warming up my clit. 

“Oh, I think you’ve heard the stories. The best way to pass coursework is with your legs open. Always had a thing for school uniforms; just prefer them with mature girls with nice big tits and firm asses. 

“Do you like my uniform, sir?” I inquired. stroking his now huge cock. Someone had gone commando.

“Mmm, I do.” Parking up, he looked over to me and started kissing me. Squeezing my tits. 

“Those new? I love them. Really make it all come together.” Pressing his face into my tits for a motorboat. 

“Yes, I also offer meets at destinations or your house, and I also do sexy maid services.” Slowly stroking his massive cock.

Leaning down and taking his cock in my mouth, I thought I’d have to dislocate my jaw like a snake to get it all in as he face fucked me. Pulling my face away from his cock, he kissed me again. Reaching under my skirt to find my rock-hard cock. Wrapping his hand around it, he started to roughly wank it. 

“Mmm, get outside and strip off for me. I want to see all of you.” Mr. Davis gasped, just short of making me cum. 

We both got out of his car; he leant on the bonnet, and I stood in front, slowly stripping off my sexy uniform. Starting with the jacket freeing up my massive breasts and finding one had escaped its cup. I went to remove my tie but was instructed to leave it on. “Leave the tie on; I want everything off but your suspenders, stockings, and heels.  I slowly unbuttoned my blouse to halfway, then unzipped my skirt, wiggling out of it. Letting it fall. My cock pressed against my thong. I turned around and finished unbuttoning my blouse, peeling it off. 

Getting onto all fours, I slowly crawl towards Mr. Davis, slowly climbing up him.

“Could you undo my bra, sir?” I said, focusing on the sexy energy and not the pain of crawling on gravel.

He undid my bra; I let it fall off me. Taking my huge tits in my hands. Playing with my nipples. So hard. 

“Now fuck my cock with your tits, whore,” Mr. Davis, snarled.

I spat on his cock and took it into my tits enveloping it. Starting slow. Building to speed, then back down to long, slow thrusts.

“Come with me,” he said, pulling me by the hair away from his cock. 

Going to the back of his car, only slightly aware I was practically nude in a dark car park, he opened the boot, and there was a whole bunch of uniforms. Man deffo was staying on brand.

“Take a set of each; I want you in them next time we meet. I’ll pick you up here or at the corner at the end of the industrial estate. May as well be a real whore,” Mr. Davis said whilst sliding his cock into me and fucking me in front of a pile of clothes. 

“Oh fuck yes! You fucking whore, former students always fuck so good.”

Cumming in my ass. 

And with that, he got in his car and left, throwing some extra cash on the floor as well as a bunch of uniforms. I, for not the first time this evening, spent the rest of the time scurrying around putting clothes back on, made a makeshift bag out of a pinafore, and walked the remainder home.