Transgender Revenge

"Damn he's kinda sexy," Cheyenne mentioned about the pizza guy.

"If he's sexy, why don't you give him your phone number," Val asked.

"You don't think he's hot?"

"C'mon girls, don't tease him," Lauren complained as she paid him.

"It's aieght," he laughed.

"They're tipsy."

"He said it was okay," Val stood up, "here's a tip," she flashed him her big tits.

"Oh damn."

"Oh my god, Val!"

"You like these?"

"Yeah, they look real good."

"You call that a tip," Cheyenne jumped up, after Lauren got the pizzas, "you can touch these, if you show me your dick."

"Right here?"

"Scared? You want the tip, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Let's see it."

"Cheyenne!"

"You know how she gets, Lauren."

Cheyenne slowly pulls her top up, catching her bra in her fingers, showing a little underboob, he quickly unzips, pulling his cock out.

"Yeeeahh, I knew you were down," she pulled her tits out.

"Damn."

"Damn is right," she stroked him, "touch if you want."

He quickly obliged, getting a good feel, they barely fit in his hands, giving them a good rub. Once he was hard, she dropped to her knees.

"In the doorway," Lauren whined.

"In the doorway," Val said.

Cheyenne started with long slow sucks, pushing his cock to the back of her throat, clamping down with her tongue, with enough vacuum to pop on the upsuck. Before he knew it, she was vigorously ramming the back of her throat, twisting her head and slurping. The guy grasped the doorway for balance, her slurping subsided for smooth lip locked, hard sucking. They enjoyed the faces he made, especially when he scrunged up, closed his eyes and came, filling her mouth throat to teeth when she didn't stop until his knees swayed.

Cheyenne looked up at him with an open mouth before swallowing it," I hate to rush, but I know you're busy."

"I'm just happy it happened."

"I bet. You single?"

"Yeah."

She grabbed the receipt and his pen, writing her number down, "it's Cheyenne... you better call me tomorrow, so I can see what it can really do. Don't make me call the store and complain."

"Most definitely, I'll call you."

"Good. Go make that money," she sat back on the couch.

"Ummm... good night, I guess," Lauren started to close the door.

"Best night," he yelled, going back to his car.

"Oh my god, Cheyenne," Lauren turned.

"Well... that's why I'm never single, or in need... like you," she poured a cup.

"I can't just throw myself at every guy, like some cis chick."

"Ah fuck... my bad... you could still try, though. How's Tinder doing, let's see your options."

"No, no, no, not right now."

"Sit right here, and show us what's out there," Val patted the middle cushion.

"Not you too."

"Color me curious."

"Help us help you," Cheyenne laughed.

-

Lauren plopped down between them, opening Tinder on her phone.

If this doesn't sound like fun, then you're not drunk enough, Lauren," Val poured in her cup, handing it to her.

"Well he looks nice, click on his profile," Cheyenne suggested.

They read his profile and Val started laughing.

"Did he really just put that all on his profile," Val laughed.

"What the fuck?! Swipe away from that... swipe, swipe," Cheyenne blurted.

"He looks like he lives in his moms basement, this one looks like he knits," Val swipes.

"How does somebody look like they knit," Cheyenne giggled.

"Ah dunno... he just does."

"Now there's a guy "

"We're looking for me, not you, Cheye."

"He's cute for you too, you think he's cute, right?"

"He is pretty hot."

"Likes a real woman, who'll come over and cook, clean, when she stays over. I'm old fashioned and like to see my woman in dresses and blouses and support her man, like yall are supposed to do," Cheyenne read.

They looked at each other, "swipe," Lauren and Val yelled.

"Damn... he was cute too. You're just trying to get laid, right?"

"He'd probably stalk me, and demand we get married, no thanks. I bet he cheats, anyway," she gulped her drink.

"They need a 'maybe' button," Cheyenne laughed.

"Maybe you'll fuck him, maybe not," Val joked.

"Basically."

"Have some shame, bitch," Lauren scolded.

"Bitch...? Uh-oh... she's feeling it now," Cheyenne laughed.

"What about him," Val asked.

"He wants to get married and have kids," Cheyenne replied.

"I'll have his butt babies."

"That's right," Cheyenne yelled.

"As long as he has mine."

"Now who's the freak... trying to give guys butt babies, Val teased.

"Mmm.. I'll have your butt babies, Lauren."

"I know you will, Cheye. This guy sez he's a dungeon master."

"Like BDSM?"

"It sez DND."

"The hell is that?"

"Dungeons And Dragons, it's like a board game played like a video game," Val explained.

"Ugh... just play the video game," Lauren swipped.

"Oh, he's kinda nice looking," Val thought.

"He looks familiar."

"Said he went to Rosevelt High. And he's online."

"Oh god no, not him," she reached for the phone.

"Uhhh... you just swiped right."

"Ah fuck!"

"Hey, what's wrong," Cheyenne asked.

"She just swiped right on this guy she knows."

"He bullied me in high school, before, when I was still...," she dropped 5he phone.

"Ah. Well we can unswipe," Val said as Cheyenne picked up the phone.

"You're right... I was freaking out for nothing "

"Yeah, unswipe and then block him."

"Where'd my phone go?"

They look around for the phone and catch Cheyenne with it. She looked up smiling.

"He sent you a message; I saw you swiped on me, I checked out your profile and I think you're beautiful. Sorry I'm not good at this stuff. Aww... so cute."

"He was a real jackass, not sweet at all."

"Maybe it was because you were a guy," Val asked.

"He was trying to get in their pants."

Lauren noticed Cheyenne was writing something and grinning.

"Wh-what did you do?!"

"He bullied you, right? It's time for a little revenge. Take a drink and get with it."

"Such a devious bitch."

"I think she's in, Cheye. What you write?"

"I told him thanks, you seem sweet and I'd like to meet you."

"Oh fuck."

"Calm down... he wrote back... I'd like to meet you too."

"We shouldn't do this."

"Yes we should."

"My girl needs to pay this dude back for the name-calling, beating up," Val snapped.

"Bet he called you all kinds of fag and queer."

"He did, that bastard!"

"We got your back, he can't beat us all up, me and Cheye will knock him out. What you put on there?"

"Would it be cool to meet tonight, he said he's not busy, I said I'm drinking with friends, do you drink, he said yeah, I aaked if he wanted to drink with us and if my friends like you, I'll give it a shot."

"Good... good, gimme dat," Val demanded.

"What are you doing," Lauren giggled.

"You'll see."

They leaned in and watched as she typed; "To be honest, my friends think you're cute, they're bored and want to entertain somebody or whatever."

They sat a moment waiting for a reply until finally; "Sure, I'll come over."

"This is going to be good. Plus I know once you get enough drinks in you, you get as loose as I do," Cheyenne laughed.

"I do not!"

"You know how many times I've seen you wasted with a boner?"

"She wanted to fuck my titties one day," Val laughed.

Tinder pinged with a new message, and Val sent the address.

"So let's get him super drunk and turned on... to really fuck him over. This is gonna be good!

--

They heard a knock on the door, Val told him to wait a second, they were arguing with Lauren, laughing as she stumbled to the door and opened it.

"Sports Master I presume," she slurred a little.

"Kitsune Girl?"

"Yep.. c'mon in," she shut the door, "those are my friends."

"Val."

"Cheyenne."

"You all don't look that bored."

"Well, there's booze... get some and chill with us," Val answered.

"Yeah, sexy," Cheyenne added.

"Cool," he poured a cup.

"So... why'd you get on Tinder?"

"Umm... I figured I'd give it a shot. If I couldn't find a girlfriend, maybe I could get laid... honestly. This is good stuff."

"We got a lot of good stuff," Cheyenne teased.

"So what am I; bootycall or girlfriend," Lauren asked.

"You look like girlfriend material, I can't believe you're single."

They chatted more, getting him to drink more until he started talking about high school.

"...so I thought I was gonna get a free ride through college, until I found out how hard it was. Like they expected you to be real good at other stuff. High school was so easy and fun, everybody was cool. Everybody looked up to us athletes and cheerleaders."

"You seem like a cool guy," Lauren said.

"Yeah, I try to be. I was even nice to everybody. There was this guy, Larry, we used to joke around all in good fun. I remember one time I found my moms dildo and I'd stick it on his seat every time before he sat down, and in his locker, dude though it was hilarious," he laughed.

Cheyenne saw Lauren about to get mad, distracting her, "Shit, I'm getting hot! They say it warms the blood, but this is crazy," she took her shirt off.

He stopped in his tracks, staring.

"You like that... Sports Master," Cheyenne asked.

"Umm... they're nice."

"You good, Lauren," Val asked.

"Yeah. I'm good."

"She always gets like that, you didn't come to see her tits did you, Laurens your girl, you should see hers."

"I'm not his girl."

"Not yet... wanna see her tits? If you say 'no', you might hurt her feelings "

"I don't wanna do that, I wanna see them."

"Take a long drink and you'll see," Val poured him another cup.

He glugged at it while Val whispered to Lauren; "just go with it, he's got a good buzz going. It's safe, I promise."

When he finished, Lauren and Val had their shirts off, "damn!"

"Uh-huh," Val smiled.

"Look at all these titties," Cheyenne started rubbing Laurens crotch and leg.

"Cheye... no."

"Ya know... it is a bit weird with us having our tits out, and you're just there... all clothed and shit."

"Yeah, aren't you enjoying yourself," Val asked.

"I am, I am," he took his shirt off.

Cheyenne undid Laurens bra.

"You are a hunk! Your chest made her bra fall off."

"He is pretty sexy," Lauren blushed.

He flexed his arms proudly.

"C'mon, you wanna touch him don't you," Cheyenne pulled her up.

She pushed her in to his lap, putting her hand on his abs, she walked behind him, pressing her chest in his back, rubbing his chest.

"Let's see those arms... yeah."

Cheyenne rubbed his abs, going lower and lower, then she stopped.

"I bet this bra is annoying you, should I take it off?"

"If you want... it's yalls house."

"You can touch her, you see she's too nervous to make the first moves," Val said.

Is... is it okay." He asked.

Cheyenne nodded behind him, she nodded. He cupped her chest, giving it a squeeze.

"See, she likes it," Cheyenne pulled her bra off, pressing her chest on his neck.

His thumbs rub Laurens nipples and she sighs. His boner grows in his basketball shorts, getting Laurens attention.

"Sorry about that," he said.

"It's fine," she tries to hide hers.

"C'mon Val, we need some team spirit, rah, rah, rah," Cheyenne grinned.

"It's a bit too crowded over there."

"You heard her, she's got big ones if we go to the couch."

They move to the couch and Val loses her bra.

"Better?"

"You can only look, save the touching for Kitsune Girl," Cheyenne instructed.

"Whatever you girls want," he slurred.

He actually caught them off guard when he sucked on her nipple, while distracted, Cheyenne rubbed her cock.

"You ready," she whispered.

She moaned in agreement.

"You want her to fuck you don't you," Cheyenne winked at Val.

"I do, he pulled away."

"You sure, are you ready, I think she wants to fuck you now," Val said.

"Oh yeah, I want her to fuck me," he begged.

"We just wanna make sure everything's okay for her and your sake," Val added.

"It's cool... everything is cool. If.. she's ready... I'm ready," he murmured.

"Sweet. Okay, soooo, god I drank too much... face the back off the couch so she can get ready."

"Whatever it takes."

Cheyenne stumbled to her purse, grabbing lube, "shorts off, first."

'Ye-yeah, yeah," he was barely able to support his own mass, dropping his shorts, slumping over the couch.

Val helped Lauren up and undressed. Cheyenne lubed her cock, giving it some strokes.

"You ready, Lauren," Val asked.

"Yeah... let's do it," he replied.

"Rock his world, remember what he did, rage fuck this douche," Val whispered.

Cheyenne climbed on the couch, darting her head at Val, she took the other side, Lauren stared at his ass like a famished beast, resting her hands on his hips, pressing her cock in. The girls held his arms as soon as he flinched. Her head popped in his struggling hole.

"Hey... hey... what's this?"

"What you asked for, baby. Now take it like a real man," Lauren teased, pushing deeper.

He could barely move, much less get free, they held him tight. Lauren pushed in him deep, enjoying his moans and groans, leaning forward playing with his nipples with a devious giggle.

"Mmm... you feel good, I think you might be the guy for me, Sports Master."

Val and Cheyenne grin at each other as his body tries to tense up, Lauren held tight, backing up, leaving the head in, slowly pushing back in, taking her time with long deep strokes, she even kisses up his spine, continuing her slow work on his ass.

"Fuck this feels good... it's been so long, so tight, too," she moaned, working him over.

"I think he likes it, he's speechless," Val laughed.

He bit the couch cushion when she slammed it in him real good.

"Oh! Yeah, I like that...take this dick, bitch," she slammed him again.

Slow out, hard in, his grunts slowly turn to muffled yelping with each impact.

"I don't think he likes that," Cheyenne said.

"Hmm...a real man can take a pounding, thought you were a real man? You don't like it rough, baby, should I be a little gentler," she cooed, slamming his hole.

She kept her slow slam job up, he tried to buck against her.

"Yeah, that's it, baby!"

He let out a long moan, Cheyenne looked at the couch to see his cock dripping, "maybe he did like it."

"I knew he would," she panted.

"Here ya go, champ," Val handed her a drink.

"Thanks," she drank, resting deep in him.

She could feel his loins moving and clenching, tossing the cup, she grabbed his hips, pulling out and pulling him in to her, pounding him hard, his muffled grunts broke free from the cushion as he gasped for air, breathing heavy, sweating, trying to form words.

"I think I might wanna be next," Cheyenne exclaimed.

"You would," Val rolled her eyes, "you need more lube?"

"Fuck that, this bitch likes it raw and rough, don't you," she slammed him as hard has she could, "you gonna cum for me again, baby?"

His breathing got faster, he clenched hard as he could before howling like a sad dog, body starting to spasm. Val and Cheyenne both watched his cock spurt and leak cum.

"Damn... you're really milking this boy," Val laughed.

"I'm so happy I didn't get whiskey dick, like I thought I would."

Lauren picked up the pace, fucking as fast as she could, digging her nails in his sides, yelling.

"Get it girl," Val cheered.

"I love this ass of yours... I get to fuck it... cum for me again baby."

She presses deep, hardly pulling out with her thrust, rubbing his prostate. He starts gasping and heaving, getting choked up, shaking, cumming, yelping.

"You make me so proud, baby... I knew you could do it... is he still going?"

"I think so," Val answered.

"Oh yeah, I've had those... he's still cumming."

"You're the best, babe," she changed to a softer stroke, but using her full length.

His orgasm slowly subsided, his body went limp. She long strokes him, working her hips.

"You still with us, baby? I know you don't wanna stop, but I'm getting close. Baby... you hear me?"

He grunted and nodded his head.

"You think you got one more in you?"

"He might... you know how bitch boys are," Val laughed.

"Fuck, fuck, ugh, this is great! I'm so happy I got to fuck you, baby, like all those times you fucked me. How does it feel to be on the... receiving end... Brandon?"

He perked up a bit.

Yeah... Brandon... paybacks a bitch, huh," she thrust just a bit harder.

"H-how... yooou?"

"How do I know you? C'mon baby... it's me... Larry... or I used to be... back in high school," she rammed him hard.

Lauren got closer and closer, he started grunting and trying to yell.

"That's right... so happy you wanted this girl dick, Brandon... oh I got a load for you. Cum one more time Brandon! Mmm... I'm cumming Brandon! Gawd damn, oh shit!"

Lauren came, filling his hole up, right before he came again. She pressed hard, her cock throbbed trying to evacuate every drop. The girls slowly eased away from him, catching her when she pulled out, his hole was gaped open enough cum started dripping out as it breathed.

"Chill out and rest a bit," Cheyenne went to get a wash cloth.

"You gave it your all, huh," Val asked.

"Fuck yeah... this lil bitch boy got what he deserved."

"You ever top before?"

"Yeah."

Cheyenne came back and wiped her off, "damn, I didn't think you slung dick like that!"

"Not my style, but I see why guys like to do that."

"Now what do we do with him," Val wondered.

"Rest up and kick him out," Lauren suggested.

Cheyenne grabbed his clothes and tossed them across the street.

"You really ran out there topless," Val asked, putting her shirt on.

"Ehhh... no biggie."

"Looks like he fell asleep," she checked him.

"Good," Lauren said.

"Right," added Cheyenne.

Lauren put her pants and shoes on," let's carry this bitch boy out my house."

They rolled him over, struggling to get a good grip on him, carrying him out the door and a few houses down, to an empty lot.

"So... how you feel finally confronting your high school bully, Lauren," Cheyenne asked.

"Great... it was orgasmic," she shut the door.