Chapter 5 Arranging Trouble
My head spins as Janelle slides up the bed, then spreads her legs wide to reveal herself completely.
Her shaft drives through the ruffled layers of white silk beneath her dress, towering over the petticoat.
The sight makes my heart thud and my cock twitch.
But do I even have a cock like this? Or am I just like her?
“You have a really big — clitty,” I say, tasting the word and feeling it excite me.
“Touch it,” she says softly, grabbing my wrist and guiding my hand to it.
I gasp when I feel it.
“It’s hot!”
She giggles. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
My toes curl inside my stilettos. My fingers tingle as they wrap around her thick shaft.
She’s so much bigger than me. And so hard, too, throbbing beneath its silken confines.
It’s almost impossible to believe something like this could belong to someone so effortlessly girlish.
My breath quickens as I begin to work it up and down.
The butterflies are still fluttering in my stomach.
I can barely believe what I want her to do and that I have the strength to say it.
“Will you touch mine, too?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
I squeal in pleasure when she buries her hand beneath my skirt and begins to stroke me through the panties.
I expected that she’d rip them off me, but the touch of her fingers through silk is so foreign and delicious that I don’t want her to.
I want to stay like this forever — in my stunning dress, playing with the thick clit of a beautiful sissy while she plays with mine.
“Can we kiss again?”
Her smile is soft. “Of course we can, sweetie.”
We kiss for what feels like forever, our bodies melting into each other’s dresses, her fingers wrapped around my shaft and mine hers until all we know is pleasure.
When she finally pulls away, I’m almost dizzy with excitement.
My cock feels like it’s going to explode from being teased for so long.
Even Janelle looks like she’s struggling.
Her chest is heaving and her clit is dewy from excitement.
“The Lady Jane didn’t give us permission,” she says, biting her lip.
“We don’t need it.”
“We’ll get in trouble.”
“What if I like being in trouble?”
“That can be arranged.”
This time it’s not Janelle who answers. The sound of Jane’s voice slices through us, pushing us apart on the bed.
“No, girls, please don’t stop something so beautiful,” she purrs, draping herself on one corner of the mattress.
The clicking of heels announces Chrys before she appears in the doorway, her skirt swinging around her hips.
Jane doesn’t even turn to look at her when she addresses her.
“Chrysanthemum, darling, would you be so good to give these lovely girls your sissy best?”
“Of course, Lady,” Chrys says, giving a curtsey only Janelle and I can see.
She lifts her skirts enough as she dips that I see a flash of that strange metallic thing between her legs, but when she crawls onto the bed, dress flaring around her, I can’t see it.
All I can do is wonder, and let my mind go blank as Chrys’ expert hands slip up my stocking-covered legs and find my shaft beneath my skirt.
“Oh, you haven’t even taken off your lovely panties,” she giggles. “Janelle, you’re such a tease.”
Janelle grins. “She liked it.”
“Is that true, April?” Chrys asks with a broad, excited smile. “Do you like it when I touch your clitty through your panties like this?”
Her words and her touch and the dress and lingerie — all of it combines into something intensely pleasurable as she begins to stroke me through the silk.
My answer is simply a moan and a shudder and a sudden twist towards Janelle as she slips an arm around my bodice and pulls me into the kiss I burn for.
Chrys’ fingers work on the front of my panties as Janelle’s lips meet mine.
Satin and lace brush together in sweet, girlish perfection.
It’s almost too much when she finally pulls my panties down, bit by bit, letting them slide over my stockings.
She pulls them over one stiletto but leaves them hooked around one ankle.
The pale yellow silk is a beautiful contrast to the shiny black leather of my shoes.
I gasp into Janelle’s mouth as she kisses me, holding me next to her, as Chrys strokes me with my petticoat.
Then I feel a squirt, and for one horrible moment I worry that I’ve had an orgasm.
“Do you feel so nice and sexy in your pretty dress?” Chrys giggles. “You’re so wet, cutie.”
“You’re so fucking hot like this,” Janelle breathes against my cheek
She lifts her fingers from my skirts and a gossamer thread trails behind it.
I think she’s going to stick her fingers in her mouth, but she plunges them into mine instead and I taste my own pre-cum mixed with the heady scent of her perfume.
I lick them clean while Janelle’s kisses move down my neck and out along the exposed top of my shoulder.
I let her push me down onto the bed until I’m laying on my back, Chrys between my legs and Janelle kneeling next to me.
“Oh, Janelle, you’re being very naughty,” the Lady Jane says with a bemused snort and a shake of her head. “Let her get her own chance before you stuff that in her.”
My blood runs cold. Chrys’ fingers crawl up my stocking-glazed legs, higher and higher until they find the naked strip above my stocking-tops, and then the throbbing clit beneath.
Over me, Janelle is pushing her panties down into a crumple of pink silk she tosses onto the floor.
Her eyes are wide and wild, nostrils flaring like a panicked mare.
The butterflies are back in my stomach. My heart thunders in my ears.
She barely even gave me a chance to touch it.
Chrys pulls my cock — clit? — into her soft, warm mouth the same instant that Janelle’s mighty shaft springs proudly out of her silken skirts.
Even before I can respond, a bead of pre-cum drips from the tip and lands on my lips.
I lick them almost automatically and her taste mixes with mine.
I suck in a shuddering breath of air as pleasure runs through me, from Chrys’ mouth and Janelle’s pulsing clit.
And then she pushes it into me.