Chapter 8 Kiss Me
How did it come this far?
Our dresses brush together as Janelle takes her place above me.
Her heavily-painted lids are heavy, her pink lips open with arousal as she leans down to give me a deep kiss.
Our clits bump together, each hot and spilling pre-cum.
She grinds against me and the movement seems almost instinctive so I follow suit.
The sensitive undersides slip across each other and for a moment, I’m worried this is enough to make me cum.
Yesterday Jane was just some woman who sent me dirty texts about putting on lingerie.
Janelle’s mouth moves out across my jaw, my neck, my chest. I gasp at the intensity of the pleasure coupled with the knowledge of what this is a prelude to. What she’s going to do to me. What I might do, too.
“Is there anything prettier than two sissies kissing like that?” Jane coos. “Are you rubbing your hard little clitties together?”
“Yes,” Janelle moans. “Hers is so cute.”
Cute. It should feel horrible to hear my shaft described like that, but it makes me feel even girlier. It’s only more exciting.
“Don’t you wish you could do that, Chrys, you naughty girl?”
“Oh, yes, Lady,” Chrys moans. Her voice is colored with pleasure, loud enough that I can hear it over the buzz of the vibrator on her cage. “Please, please let me play with myself.”
“It looks like you already are,” Jane chides gently. “Now be a good girl for April and tell her how Janelle is going to make her feel.”
Chrys’ words are thick with lust. “It feels so good, April. She’s so thick and long. Nothing feels as good as Janelle filling you up and fucking your tight little sissy hole.”
I can’t believe it, but I want this. The truth thrills me from my head to my toes.
“I’m going to fill you up with my hot sissy cum,” Janelle breathes.
She shifts her hips and suddenly her cock isn’t brushing against mine anymore, it’s pushing downwards until it slides between my cheeks and I can feel the heat pulsing against my hole.
It’s enough to make me squeal. Janelle silences me with another long, tender kiss.
“May I fuck her, Lady?”
“You may.”
My muscles are as tight as springs as she positions herself at my entrance. Her thick head throbs against me so powerfully I can count her heartbeats. She looks at me as she lines up, but her eyes are faraway. She’s no longer teasing me for fun; now, she’s going to take what she wants.
I wonder how often her clit’s been locked up.
She pushes forwards and all at once there’s nothing around us.
All I can feel is her and our lingerie and our dresses and the sweet tug of the garter strap on my stockings, pulling silky sweetness across skin.
The moment when the head finally slips into me makes both Janelle and I cry out.
The pleasure of it — the fullness and strangeness of being filled by her length — overwhelms me almost instantly.
The world comes rushing back in as I hear Jane’s coos us over Chrys’ moans. “How does it feel to take your first cock, April?”
It’s a shock to hear it said so plainly.
Janelle slips deeper inside as the realizing that I am being fucked like a girl washes over me.
Pleasure mixes with surprise as Janelle’s huge shaft stretches my hole open wider and wider until it hits the same spot deep inside that makes stars explode behind my eyes — my sissy spot.
My clit pulses between my legs, pre-cum pouring down the side, and suddenly I want more than anything for someone to stroke it.
“It feels — it — it feels —”
It feels incredible.
Jane’s hand slides up along my stocking-wrapped leg and hooks into my garter strap, then snaps it against my skin just as Janelle reaches her full depth.
She feels enormous, stretching me open and flooding me with hot pleasure.
Our eyes meet and I see desire mixed with lust in her gaze.
She wants me like this, wrapped in my pretty silk dress.
My clit throbbing. My body entirely hers.
“Kiss me.”
She does, hard and fast as she starts thrusting inside of me, each motion driving her hips harder against mine.
Her lips move from my mouth to my bare skin.
And then suddenly Chrys is there, her mouth wrapped around my shaft, her fingers still pressing the vibrator tight against her tiny cage.
Her moans make my clit buzz even as it silences them to Jane.
I feel myself building towards an orgasm.
The way they both make me feel is overwhelming.
The way the dress makes me feel is staggering. I never want this to stop.
“I need your mouth,” Chrys cries, casting the toy to the side and suddenly plunging her clit into my mouth. I suck at it hungrily, relishing the sweet taste of her pre-cum.
And then suddenly it’s thicker and saltier and she’s moaning above me and her clit is bucking so violently between my lips that I can barely keep it between them.
Her moan turns into a scream and her body begins to shake as her orgasm rocks her.
Months of torment and arousal explode from the tip of the cage as she squeals above me, every muscle in her neck standing out and her legs quivering.
I swallow every drop I can, but her orgasm seems never-ending and it isn’t long before her cum is spilling down my cheeks and chin.
I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to hold out before I cum, either.
The combination of Janelle and Jane and Chrys has been too much for me — I have no chance of keeping back my own orgasm now.
Janelle must be feeling the same way — her thrusts are short and aggressive, her fingers curled into tight white balls on either side of me.
Somehow she looks even more beautiful like this, dressed in her frilly finest as she fights against the great wave of her orgasm.
“I — please — Lady — oh, Lady — may I — may I—”
“You may, Janelle.”
I’m still slurping at Chrys when I feel Janelle erupt inside of me.
Her screams are so loud they’re almost deafening.
Her hot cum floods me instantly, her clit twitching deep inside of me.
She pumps a dozen times into me before slowing, and with each one another shudder rolls through me as she floods me deeper and deeper with her excitement.
As she uses me like a sissy should be used — as a girlish little plaything. As a pretty little slut.
“Oh — fuck —” I grunt as my orgasm suddenly overtakes me.
It feels as though all the muscles in my body tense at once.
My eyes screw shut to focus entirely on the pleasure that’s flooding every part of me.
Chrys swallows every thick jet with practiced skill.
It seems never ended, the waves of pleasure so intense and powerful that they border on pain.
Janelle gives a few more thrusts before pulling out of me with a satisfied sigh.
Her hot juices spill down onto the sheets underneath us as mine fill Chrys’ mouth just as hers filled mine.
When it finally ends and our bodies have stopped shaking and the three of us are draped on the bed in a panting, sweaty, silken cloud with our Lady sitting over us, it’s only then that what happens really begins to settle in for me.
My dress is beautiful — so beautiful I had to wear it.
It made me feel sexy — so sexy I wanted someone to touch me.
And in it, I became feminine — so feminine that I needed to suck and swallow and be fucked like a girl.
And I loved every second of it.
“How was that, April? Everything you expected?”
“Better,” I moan.
“Better,” Jane repeats with a smile. “I’m glad to hear you say that. Because now you’re going to find out what happens to a girl who breaks the rules.”
“But you told Chrys that she could cum!” The girl gave me the best orgasm of my life. The least I can do is defend her.
“I did. But someone made their little sissy spurties without permission, April.”
My mind is still hazy with pleasure as I try to figure out who it could be. She gave permission to Chrys before we started. She even gave it to Janelle. Who else — My blood runs cold. Jane is already speaking, my realization arriving at the same instant she says it out loud.
“You never asked if you could cum, April.”
My eyes flutter shut in horror.
“What do you think, Chrys?” she asks. “A month in the cage?”
“Better make it three, Lady.”
“Three,” Jane says, and I can hear the grin in her voice. “And by the end, I bet you won’t even want to take it off.”