A month or so after Jill and I learned the joys of tgurl lesbianism, we went to a meeting of the transvestite group we both belonged to when we met Debbie. She was a pre-op transsexual who lived as a woman fulltime. When we met her she had long black hair and wore a little black dress. She had a flat in a rough part of East London and told us how she picked up men at local nightclubs. Jill and I were both a bit shocked by this, but when Debbie invited us to her flat to dress up we both agreed.

 I travelled to the flat, a little apprehensive (and secrely excited) about what would happen if anyone noticed I was wearing a pink t-shirt and girl's jeans under my coat. I found the flat on a large estate, and Debbie let me in. She showed me to the bedroom, where Jill was changing into a short yellow summer dress. We kissed, and I stripped down and put on a tight white blouse, pleated plaid skirt and black stockings. While we changed (with a certain amount of kissing and caressing as we did) we heard the doorbell and male voices.

 We went into the sitting roo. Debbie was on the settee, being cuddled by a man she introduced as her boyfriend. Two other men sat in armchairs, clearly checking Jill and I out.

 "Why don't you girls entertain us" Debbie asked. She put on some music and Jill and I started dancing together, hands finding each other's buttocks, pulling our bodies close together. Our lips met and we kissed passionately, tongues probing eaach other's mouths. I started to unfasten Jill's dress; she undid my skirt. We wriggled out of our clothes and ran our hands hungrily over each other's smooth bodies, seeking out the clitties hidden away in pretty lacy panties.

 One of the men walked over to us and slapped my ass. "OK Mandy, thats enough. Show me a good time." He kissed me and led me over to his chair. He unfastened his flies and pushed me down until my mouth was in front of his large, hard cock. I felt so feminine as I took him in my mouth. This was what being a tgurl was all about, pleasuring men. I noticed that Jill and Debbie were both similarly engaged. Three sexy trans sluts doing what comes naturally.

 My man pushed me off his rock hard cock and made me turn round and kneel down on all fours. He slapped my ass a couple of times, then slid my panties down and slowly entered me. It hurt to begin with, but I told myself that this was all part of being a gurl, and as he filled my pussy I felt fulfilled. He fucked me, ramming his cock deeper and deeper into me, and I started to meet his thrusts, moaning like a girl, begging him to fuck my brains out.

We went to a club later that evening; Jill, Debbie and I as three girls with our men, keeping them keen by dancing close and slow, copping feels of their hard masculine cocks on the dancefloor. By the time we got back to the flat we were all so horny that we were cuddling, sucking and fucking each other into the small hours.

 By the time I got home I was disgusted with myself and vowed I would never do the same thing again. But it was the most erotic night of my life; I have  been searching for anything as fulfilling ever since.