TITLE    : The Sarah Owens Story Ch. 15
STORYID  : the-sarah-owens-story-ch-15
SUMMARY  : Sarah joins a threesome.
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2010-01-29
CATEGORY : bdsm-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |threesome|18-year-old|catholic|schoolgirl|spanking|lesbian|cheerleader|coach|transsexual|shemale|


<i>Note: This story is based upon an idea by Sarah Owens. The characters are all 18 years old or older.</i>



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Sarah had always imagined that her first time with a guy would be the way that sex was described in romance novels. He would be tall. He would be dark. He would be handsome. He'd seem arrogant, but, really, he'd be only self-confident. He'd be wounded by a past relationship and distrustful of women. He'd need someone just like Sarah to show him the love that would save him from his own self-destructive behavior. When he and Sarah finally made love, in a huge canopy bed, below a high, vaulted ceiling, in his mansion overlooking the sea, the room would smell of roses, birds would sing outside their window, and they would both know not only the thrill of passion but also the deep and abiding joy of True Love.



That's the way she'd pictured it in her mind. Maybe, one day, her dream would come true. So far, though, it hadn't happened.



To date, in fact, Sarah's experience with guys had been limited to just two incidents. In one, to celebrate his eighteenth birthday, she'd masturbated a boy she'd known since the first day of their first-grade class. She herself had turned eighteen only a week before the incident, but all she'd known of boys was what she'd earned in sex ed classes and from her more promiscuous girlfriends.



A good Catholic, Sarah was saving herself--or her virginity, at least--for her wedding night. "Virginity" meant--for her, anyway--penile-vaginal intercourse, which meant that masturbation, fellatio, cunnilingus, and even anal intercourse were permissible. But, during her first time with a boy, she'd done no more than masturbate him, and, during her second experience with a boy, who'd also been eighteen, she'd sucked his dick.



Sarah often remembered these incidents, usually while masturbating. The first boy had had a long, but relatively slender, uncircumcised penis. It had been fun masturbating him. She'd been surprised at how soft his cock had been, while flaccid. It had seemed so vulnerable! His scrotum, although wrinkly when saggy, became smooth when it tightened and rose, gathering like the pouch of a drawstring purse as he became excited.



She'd loved the seemingly magical transformation of his penis from a small, limp, wormlike thing, the tip, or glans, of which was all but hidden inside his foreskin, into a long, thick, rigid column, turned red, with an exposed, purple glans. She'd loved, even more, the knowledge that it had been she who had effected this transformation. Her ability to lengthen, swell, and stiffen a guy's cock had made her feel as powerful as a sorceress. Her ability to bring about such a magical transformation showed her the power she had over men. A girl's beauty was more potent, she'd learned, than the strongest, most virile man. Masculinity was no match for femininity. Tits and ass ruled!



Sarah had taken her time with him. She'd used a dozen techniques to coax him to erection, to maintain the upright thickness of his cock, and to edge him toward orgasm.



Closing her hand in a fist, she'd pumped it up and down, slowly and then more quickly, with softer and then firmer pressure, until he'd begun to moan and squirm, and then she'd caressed his balls through the tight skin of his contracted scrotum, letting his prick soften and shrink a bit, but continuing to make him writhe and groan. Next, she'd made a tent of her palm, with her thumb and fingers laid alongside the circumference of his shaft, and jerked her hand up and down, letting the tip of his distended penis collide softly against the palm of her hand on each down stroke. She'd pulled the loose skin of his scrotum over the shaft of his cock, wrapping his prick in the organ's own flesh, and masturbated him this way for a while. She'd pushed the fingers of one hand hard against the root of his prick that bulged behind his balls, between his thighs, beneath his perineum, while, with the other hand, she'd jerked his cock, sliding the taut skin up and down upon its trembling shaft.



Using many additional techniques, letting him relax and soften, and then bringing him erect again, she'd teased him in this fashion for an hour before she'd finally brought him to a climax, letting him release the pent-up passion she'd ignited and fanned to an inferno, and she'd watched in amazement, as jet after jet of his thick, warm, white semen spurted from his erupting balls, launching in thick streamers from his convulsing cock, ribbons and droplets of the thick fluid showering his chest, belly, pubes, cock, and balls. Some of the sticky stuff had even splattered upon her fingers and the back of her hand, and she'd brought his seed to her lips, tasting it, and had learned, thereby, that ejaculate is salty and wonderfully thick.



The blowjob she'd performed on the other guy had been even more exciting, Sarah thought. It had happened after school one day, early in this, her senior year, on a fire escape landing, five stories up, outside his apartment. She'd taken a city bus home with him, downtown, where he lived in an apartment house with his parents, both of whom worked and wouldn't be home until late, to see (or so she'd thought), a movie called The Crying Game, which, he'd said, featured a transvestite named Dil.



She'd heard of cross dressers, but she'd never seen one, not that she'd known of, anyway, and she'd been curious as to what a man dressed up as a woman, with his hair styled, wearing makeup and long, painted nails, would look like. Surely, she'd thought, the other characters in the movie would have been able to tell that "she" was really a he, just a guy in drag.



Only they hadn't watched the movie. Instead, the guy had invited Sarah out, onto the fire escape landing--his own personal balcony, he'd called it--to watch the sun set. They'd looked out upon the streets below, at the people scurrying here and there, and he'd kissed her.



She'd kissed him back, and one thing had led to another, with him fumbling at the buttons of her blouse and her letting him do so. When he'd placed her hand atop the bulge in the crotch of his jeans, she'd left it there, even giving the firm mound a few soft squeezes through the coarse fabric. He'd unzipped himself and let his cock spring to fullness, and it had stood upright, through the slit of his open fly.



"Put it back in your pants!" she'd hissed. Somebody will see!"



"We're five stories up," he'd reminded her. "No one can see anything."



"What about your neighbors?"



"They don't hang out on the fire escape."



"They might be looking out their windows."



"They aren't."



"How do you know?"



"They're old shits. They're afraid to open their curtains, unlock their windows, or answer their doors."



Skeptical, but somewhat mollified--and horny--Sarah had let herself be reassured by his claims. When he'd said, "Suck it, Sarah," she'd complied.



At first, she'd found it awkward, even difficult, to suck his dick in the close space of the fire escape landing, but she soon resolved this problem by climbing a few steps down, sitting on a lower level, and leaning forward as she propped her upper body's weight on an elbow. She'd never been as up close and personal with a penis as she was now, with her date's stiff, swollen cock only inches from her lips. It was exciting as hell, she'd thought.



Her lips had parted, brushed past the rubbery glans of his member, and closed about the wide circle of its rigid shaft. She'd slid her rounded lips down its sleek surface, over the tight skin, all the way to his balls, feeling them nudge the tip of her nose. She'd worried his prick like a dog with a bone for a moment, and he'd squirmed, groaning. She'd smiled to herself, feeling powerful, like a sorceress or a witch who was able to bind men with the power of her sex and beauty, with the potency of her feminine charms.



She'd brought her head up again, letting his rigid prick slide back through the ring of her full, soft lips. A strand of her saliva had connected her mouth to the tip of his cock as she'd let his glistening shaft slide free of her lips. Shifting her weight, she'd gotten more comfortable, so she could better concentrate upon the task at hand, so to speak, and, for the next fifteen or twenty minutes, she'd put all her energy and imagination into servicing her date, bringing him nearer and nearer to orgasm, until, at last, unable to control the intense and insistent need for relief that had built and built inside him, he'd come, launching volleys of semen into her warm, wet mouth, and she'd blinked, surprised by the sudden violence with which his balls and cock delivered the fluid into her oral cavity, splattering the roof of her mouth, her tongue, and the inner walls of her cheeks with its thick, warm, salty goodness. Instinctively, she'd swallowed, as more and more of his seed spurted into her mouth. This was what the nectar of the gods must taste like, she'd thought, greedily consuming the fruit of her lover's loins as more and more of his seemingly endless semen assaulted her teeth and tongue and palate.



Sarah had enjoyed these incidents immensely, and, no doubt, she'd have sought additional opportunities to indulge in other forms of sex with boys, except for the penile-vaginal variety, if she hadn't been forced, by Coach Bigg, to discover the joys of lesbian love with Marilyn Madison.



Someday, Sarah might return to heterosexual lovemaking. She might even find her Prince Charming. But that day, if it happened at all, seemed far away, indeed. Meanwhile, she was more than satisfied with eating pussy, being fucked with a dildo, strap-on and otherwise, and being spanked and humiliated.



Marilyn was all the lover any girl could ever want, Sarah knew, and she was content with her, even if, at times, Marilyn could be a little pushy, a little demanding, even a little cruel. Sarah had only herself to blame for Marilyn's sadistic streak; after all, Sarah had learned, there was more than a little of the masochist in her own makeup. If the truth were to be told, even an alpha female--or the alpha female she'd once been--or had believed herself to be--could appreciate--or learn to appreciate--a little humiliation and pain on occasion.



It was fun, sometimes, to be called a bitch and to be treated as such. Marilyn had even mentioned something about Sarah's wearing a "bitch outfit" and being her "puppy slave," although Sarah wasn't really sure what the hell Marilyn had meant by that. One day, though, Sarah was hoping to find out.



Meanwhile, she'd become a member of a threesome involving herself, Marilyn, and the new girl on the cheerleading squad, the "girl with something extra," as Coach Bigg had introduced Amanda Meeks. ("A-man-duh," the other girls had called her.)



The "something extra" about Amanda was the cock and pair of balls that the preoperative male-to-female transsexual, or shemale, cheerleader carried between her silken thighs!



Amanda was a guy! Or a dude with boobs.



Or maybe she was a chick with a dick?



It was all very confusing, Sarah thought, and a little gross. It was kind of disturbing, seeing a guy with tits, or a girl with a dick, or however one was supposed to think about a male-female hybrid, or a masculine-feminine freak. At the same time, though, Sarah had admitted, both to herself and to Marilyn, it was also sort of sexy. In fact, it was way sexy, as almost anything perverse tended to be, once one got past the whole perversity issue.



Coach Bigg had made it clear to the cheerleaders that, as the only girl on the squad who was "unattached," Amanda, who'd replaced Marilyn as the assistant coach, was to be accommodated sexually by anyone she chose, and Amanda had straightaway selected not just Sarah or Marilyn, but both of them. "We're having a threesome," the transsexual cheerleader had informed them.



That had been a week ago, and--Sarah glanced at her wristwatch--in about five minutes, the amount of time that it would take her to walk the additional two blocks between her house and Marilyn's, where she was meeting the other two girls, the threesome would be having their first sexual tryst with one another. Sarah, excited at the prospect, quickened her pace. She could hardly wait!



* * *



When Sarah arrived, Amanda was already there, and she and Marilyn, naked, were waiting for her, in Marilyn's bedroom.



In fact, Marilyn had Amanda's cock in her mouth, sucking it with gusto.



"Hel-lo!" Sarah called, announcing her arrival. Neither girl had looked up as she'd entered the room, which had annoyed Sarah almost as much as her seeing her girlfriend sucking a tranny's dick had done. "Couldn't you have waited for me?"



"Hi, honey," Amanda said, smiling lasciviously at the blonde.



"Mfph," Marilyn managed to grunt, around the thick cock that filled her face.



"Get naked, and join us," Amanda invited Sarah.



Sarah tried to remain angry at having walked in on her girlfriend face-fucking a shemale, but, she found, she couldn't really blame the redhead. If they'd met at Sarah's house, instead of Marilyn's--not that they ever would, because Sarah's dad, unlike Marilyn's permissive (some might even say negligent) parents, was way too strict and meddlesome--it might well have been Sarah herself who was on her knees, naked, sucking Amanda's dick. Quickly, the blonde shed her clothes and joined the couple.



"Kneel behind me," Amanda ordered. "Eat my asshole."



"Eww!" Sarah protested. "No thanks!"



"I'm not asking," Amanda clarified. "I'm ordering."



Sarah snorted her derision. "I don't care," she replied. "I am not eating your asshole. That's totally disgusting."



"It's a muscle, much like your lips or your labia," Amanda declared.



The slurping sounds Marilyn made while sucking Amanda's dick punctuated the assistant coach's and the blonde cheerleader's conversation, sounding ludicrous, but also, sexy.



"My lips and my labia aren't full of shit," Sarah countered.



"That's debatable," Amanda quipped, "but my order isn't. Do it!"



"No."



"Do it, or you're off the squad," Amanda proclaimed, her light bantering tone suddenly no-nonsense and adamant.



Sarah felt panic flood her. There was no way she wanted to eat Amanda's asshole, but, on the other hand, she didn't want to be booted from the squad, either, not after all the time and energy she'd put into cheerleading under the often humiliating and always onerous, ironfisted tutelage of Coach Bigg.



"Now, Owens!" Amanda insisted.



Reluctantly, sighing deeply, with tears gathering in her blinking eyes, Sarah, feeling more mortified than she'd ever felt before, sank to her knees, naked, behind Amanda.



She looked at the brunette's ass cheeks. They were sleek and round, if a little more compact than most girls', and definitely sexy.



Bringing her face closer to the sleek, tight cheeks, she wrinkled her nose, giving their cleavage a tentative sniff. There was no odor--at least, not of shit--as Sarah had feared there might be. Instead, Amanda smelled sweet. She'd most likely bathed in scented bath oil or sprayed herself with perfume.



In front of Amanda, Marilyn gurgled, slurping the shemale's cock, and the sound of her girlfriend guzzling and gulping Amanda's prick somehow heartened Sarah concerning the task that she herself had been assigned. If a girl could suck a cock, why shouldn't she eat an asshole? Sarah reasoned. After all, Amanda was obviously as clean between her buttocks as she was anywhere else and, as the assistant coach had assured her, an anus was much like a pair of lips or labia.



"Well?" Amanda demanded.



Taking a deep breath, Sarah brought her face forward, into contact with Amanda's buttocks. The transsexual's derriere flattened before her, as Sarah, having laid her forehead against the sleek cushions, pressed her face farther into their soft fullness. 



Her nose poked into the deep divide of Amanda's cleavage, and the cheeks of her face pushed into the cheeks of the other girl's bottom.



The sensation of her face, flattening the silk-smooth, soft, but firm, cushions of Amanda's buttocks before it, as she moved her head forward, was very pleasant, much like nudging into a warm, living pillow, and, Sarah's inhibitions suddenly flown, the blonde shoved her face more forcefully into the crushed padding. Her nose, like her mouth and chin, were lost within the deep divide of Amanda's bottom.



"That's better," Amanda decreed, her buttocks flexing on either side of Sarah's nose and chin as the brunette, sparked with renewed passion, trembled.



Marilyn seemed to agree, offering a round of slurping sounds as she continued to nuzzle, gobble, and suck Amanda's manhood.



Amanda stroked the redhead's silken hair as Marilyn nursed at her prick. At the same time, thrusting her rear slightly back, she said to Sarah, "That's fine."



It was fine, too, the blonde thought, her reservations about performing analingus gone. Eating a girl's asshole, she thought, was as good--no, better!--than eating her pussy. Analingus was a way more forbidden act than cunnilingus, and performing such a taboo practice was titillating in the extreme. It was perverted as hell, and Sarah loved to do anything perverted. She had no illusions about herself in that regard; she was a total and absolute pervert, and she loved everything about being one.



But the act was exciting not only because it was prohibited and "nasty," but also because of the strange, but delightful, sensations it involved. The feel of the soft, full, cushiony ass cheeks against and around one's face; the warmth of the muscles and the sleekness of the flesh against one's nose, cheeks, lips, and chin; the firmness of the rubbery anus against the tip of one's moist, darting tongue; the wetness of one's saliva, lubricating the licking strokes to the anal ring and the dipping probes through the asshole, into the rectum within--all were thrilling and delightful in the extreme, and way, way more titillating than eating pussy or sucking cock could ever be.



Eating out a girl's asshole was intensely humiliating, too, which, more than anything else, made the act enjoyable and desirable to the masochistic slut whom Sarah had become and loved to be.



Assaulted before and behind, the assistant coach moaned and groaned, gasped and sighed, her cock jerking and twitching, her buttocks flexing and shuddering, her asshole fluttering and flickering. She cried and whimpered, whined and grunted, wheezed and wailed.



Marilyn's tongue licked Amanda's prick and lapped her balls; Sarah's oral appendage flicked and slapped the assistant coach's asshole, and, together, the redhead and the blonde brought the brunette to one of the most powerful orgasms the shemale beauty had ever experienced.



Wave after wave of intense, overpowering ecstasy swept through Amanda's loins, and, her heart pounding, her blood surging, her lungs heaving, she cried out, her semen exploding from her jerking, thrashing cock to fill and overflow Marilyn's mouth and dribble down her lips and chin, dropping, like liquid pearls, onto the redhead's pale breasts and rose-pink nipples.



At the same time, Amanda's buttocks trembled and flexed, pressing firmly and repeatedly against Sarah's nose, lips, and chin as the blonde continued, as best she could, to kiss and lick and probe the brunette's fluttering asshole.



Having a lesbian lover was wonderful, Sarah thought, her face buried as far between the brunette's ass cheeks as possible, but being the member of a threesome was fucking incredible, especially when one of the three was a beautiful ladyboy with firm, high, round breasts; sleek, compact buttocks; shapely legs; and a cock and a pair of balls as "something extra" to play with when a girl wasn't otherwise occupied--sucking her prick or eating out her asshole, for example.

