Chapter 11: Saturday Night

Tasha and I wore matching outfits but in different colours. We both wore M-slit micro-miniskirts that barely left us decent enough to be in public. Above our skirts, we wore long-sleeved tie-front midi tops that barely covered our unfettered breasts. We had lace-up, high-heeled sandals on our feet that emphasised our muscular calves and made our shapely bottoms pop. In other words, we were a man’s wet dream. Shame for them that we were looking for women tonight, not men.

We’d barely sat down when Marla strutted up. I saw her coming from a distance away, grabbed Tasha’s elbow and pointed at her. “That’s Marla,” I whispered.

“Yeah, that’s Marla Bawden/Turlington the high-jumper,” Tasha acknowledged. “She’s like dang hot!”

Marla wore a micro mini that challenged ours for shortness. Her small, conical breasts were barely hidden by a strapless bikini-type top that covered her nipples and not much more. She had a giant, yellow gemstone belly button ring, which made me instantly jealous, wishing I had one. I stood to welcome her, and the others stood, too, when they saw me standing up.

Marla hugged me before kissing Tasha on both cheeks. “Hey, Anastasia,” Marla said warmly. “I assume you’re the girlfriend that Carina raved about when she and her mum were in the shop earlier this week?”

“That’d be me,” Tasha said, quirking her eyebrow at me.

Well, I do tend to carry on about how hot Tash is when I talk about her, so I could hardly protest. I was proud of her and her athletic accomplishments. However, I was careful who I revealed her name to because Tasha doesn’t want to be outed just yet. Also, Tasha was always a little embarrassed when I raved on about how hot she was.

I introduced Gordon, who hadn’t glammed up yet, and Dad, calling him Jacqui, of course. Marla’s eyes widened when I introduced him as my father, but she took it in her stride. Marla sat beside me with Tash on my other, but I quickly swapped because Tasha and Marla started chatting about athletics, which went completely over my head. They were quickly holding hands and laughing as they swapped what I was sure were exaggerated stories about hurdles and high-jumping mishaps. If they were true, then both those events are a nightmare!

Our meals arrived, and we chatted among ourselves as we ate. Then, Dad and Gordon left for Sporties. The band was setting up when Tasha, Marla and I finished eating, so we found spots in the beer garden and settled in to listen. They were only a cover band, and quite frankly, they were ordinary. However, they played songs you could dance to, so we took turns dancing.

Things were heating up between the three of us, with Tasha and I sharing searing kisses with Marla and each other. I was tempted to skip Gordon’s first show and head back home with them both in tow, and I probably would have, except I like to sit with Dad through the first show. After that, the other drag queens would take turns sitting with him so he wouldn’t be tempted to drink.

There was time for one last dance before we’d need to catch a cab up the hill, so I took Marla to the dance floor and ground against her as we danced.

We had our legs between each other’s thighs, with our wet pussies grinding on the other. My hand explored inside her top as she cupped my breast through my top. Our thumbs rubbed the other’s nipple, and we both knew we’d be sucking them soon. I was right into it when Tasha came up behind me and pressed her muscular body against me. She leaned in and whispered, “You two are driving me nuts with desire. We’d better get out of here and up to Sporties before I’m on my knees eating your pussies on the dance floor.”

We held hands and tripped outside. A cab was just dropping off someone, so we piled into the back and told him to take us to The Sportsman Hotel. Marla was in the middle, and Tasha and I battled to take ownership of her pussy as we rode. Marla sure didn’t object! Instead, she lifted her feet onto the car seat and let us feel away!

“Which one’s Gordon?” Marla asked when the lights dimmed, and the performers strutted out for the first show.

“The biggest one at the back,” Dad said. “That’s Natalie Nylons.”

“Wow!” Marla exclaimed. “It’s hard to believe that’s the bloke we were eating dinner with earlier.”

She was right, of course. Gordon didn’t look like a woman, unlike Dad, who looked like what he was—a mildly attractive, middle-aged woman. I was sure that if Dad sat in a straight bar, he’d have no shortage of suitors trying to get to know him. The problem was how they’d react when they discovered he had ‘extra’ between his shapely legs.

Gordon looked like an overblown caricature of a plus-sized older woman. His real eyebrows were covered in tape and makeup to hide them, and he’d drawn them back in in thin, exaggerated arches. His makeup was thicker than a French crepe, with his lips painted whore-red and widened to the extreme. Gordon’s wig was platinum blonde and as bouffant as Monica Lewinsky’s. His mannerisms mimicked those of a typical woman, except he exaggerated them to the nth degree.

Our table cheered, whooped, and hollered when the first part of the show ended. When Gordon came out, still in drag, Marla, Tasha, and I kissed and hugged him, said goodbye, and left.

The Uber ride to my place was a little more sedate than the ride to Sporties, but the driver would have had to have had a blocked nose not to know there were three highly aroused women in his car. We restricted ourselves to holding hands and the occasional kiss, even though our desire burned brightly.

It was a different story when we got to my place. Tasha and I grabbed Marla’s hands and sprinted for my bedroom, dragging her with us. Tash and I worked together to get Marla naked. Then, I stripped as Tasha kissed and fondled her. We swapped so Tasha could undress, but when she had, Tasha pulled her strap-on out and buckled it on.

I released Marla, and she instinctively turned to Tasha, expecting to be kissed and stroked again. Marla gasped when she saw Tasha’s ‘cock’, but then, a wicked look came over her face. Marla casually withdrew her strap-on from her handbag and put it on. She and Tasha exchanged knowing grins, and then they turned to me.

“Wait!” I protested, backing away. “No way!”

But they leapt on me and wrestled me onto the bed. Seconds later, I was riding my girlfriend with Marla’s fingers probing my rear entrance. Satisfied that I was oiled, stretched and ready, Marla straddled Tasha’s legs, squatted lower, and introduced her ‘cock’s head’ to my anus. I grunted as she parted my knot with one soul-destroying plunge, and my two lower love holes were filled with 7+-inches of twin girl cocks.

My lovers held still, and I couldn’t stand it! “Fuck me, you bitches!” I growled, making my lovers laugh.

“You said, ‘Wait! No way!’”, Tasha teased. “So, that’s what we’re doing.”

Stuck between the two women meant I couldn’t do much, but I managed to wriggle my hips, which rubbed the rubber stops against their clits, causing them both to gasp. Marla moved first, removing about half of her ‘cock’ from my ass before ramming it back in. Tasha waited until she learned Marla’s rhythm, then, when Marla pulled back, she held still before thrusting up as Marla ploughed into me. I was the meat between two tenderising mallets, and I was soon screaming my head off as multiple orgasms blasted my mind to atoms.

The pleasure must have overwhelmed my poor mind because I woke up lying on my back. I turned my head and saw my lovers were in a classic sixty-nine with Marla on top. Even more so than Tasha, Marla seemed to prefer the dominant role. Slipping unnoticed off the bed, I removed my strap-on from my drawer and slid the double-end into my pussy before buckling it up. Mine was the only one with a ‘cock’ to slip into my pussy as well as the traditional one to use to fuck someone with. I don’t know what the split is, but my meagre experience indicated that more girls than not found using a double-ended strap-on uncomfortable.

Marla looked over her shoulder when she felt me settling above her. But it was too late for her to complain or object, because I positioned my ‘cock’ at her entrance and then immediately rammed it into her.

“Oof!” Marla grunted as I peeled her pussy open and slammed home. My pelvis hit Marla’s tight ass with a loud thwack, which was immediately repeated many times as I fucked her vigorously. I moved onto my knees and gripped Marla’s shoulders so I could rip her back as I powered my hips forward.