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We entered our building and bumped into our downstairs neighbor Jerry. He was taking his trashcan back to his apartment. He set it down at the landing and gave us each a good look. He wasn’t at all phased by our appearances.
“Little early for Halloween, isn’t it…boys?” he asked.
We both were fully aware Jerry knew we were sissies. It was fairly obvious to anyone who paid any attention to our comings and goings from our apartment. I was fairly certain Jerry was watching. He worked from home. He saw us. My God. He heard us! We lived right over him. I know he had heard us screaming as we came.
Besides, we never had girls over. He’d seen us in girlish attire as we came home from the clubs we frequented. Jerry knew Daphne and I were sissies and he seemed to take pleasure in that knowledge.
“It’s never too early for Halloween, Jerry,” I said, batting my thick lashes at him.
“The school girl look suits you, Chris.”
“Chrissie,” I said with a coy smile.
“Even better,” he said, “No skirt?”
What was it with men wanting to see sissy boys in school girl skirts?
“I couldn’t find one,” I said sticking out my bottom lip.
“Pity.”
I nodded, still pouting.
Then Jerry offered, “I’m a retired teacher. Did you know that?”
“I had no idea. So I guess you’re used to teaching impressionable students all sorts of interesting things.”
Yeah, I know. I being a brazen little sissy tease. I blame it on being on sexual overdrive the last few hours.
“If they wanted to learn, yes. I was a very good teacher.”
Jerry was more than happy to play along with me.
“And if they didn’t? Want to learn that is. If they misbehaved? Did your school believe in corporal punishment?”
I opened my school girl blazer so he could see the whole word scrolled across my t-shirt. I could see him reading it. Then he grinned.
“Sadly, my school didn’t believe in corporal punishment. They were more likely to assign detention. Personally, though-“
“Yes?”
“I think if a student…if a school girl misbehaves…a teacher should have the right to reprimand her as they see fit.”
“And how would you-“
“I’d lay her across my lap, lift up her skirt and spank her naughty bottoms til she promised to be good. Then I’d make her sit in the corner with her red bottom on full display for all to see.”
Well played, Jerry. Well played. He’d obviously given this some thought. My face flushed. My clit tingled.
Jerry let me think about all that and turned his attention to Daphne.
“And you’re?”
My sissy sister removed his raincoat. Jerry’s jaw dropped when saw Daphne in all his sissy glory. That red lingerie looked stunning on him.
“Daphne.”
“I like that. I like what you’re wearing. You look like you don’t need to be taught anything.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t need a good spanking now and then.”
“Everyone needs a good spanking now and then,” he said grinning with a raised eyebrow.
I giggled.
“Yes, you two certainly look exceptional tonight.”
“Even if it’s not Halloween?” Daphne teased.
“I guess when you look as good as you two do, every day can be Halloween,” he stammered, not able to take his eyes away from Daphne’s goodies all nestled nicely in his red teasers.
“Maybe we’ll knock on your door one night and see what kind of candy you have, Jerry,” Daphne said in his sultry voice.
“I’d like that,” was all he said, trying to cover the growing lump in his pants.
We turned slowly, took each other’s hand, and started walking up the stairs.
It was then I wished I was wearing a sassy little plaid skirt. I’m pretty sure Jerry was too. This was the view he wanted. He wanted to lean over the banister and look up my skirt and see my sissy panties hugging my bouncy bottom and sissy goodies.
When we got to the third floor, I peeked back down over the railing and saw our neighbor adjusting himself through his pants. I was pretty sure Jerry was going to run back to his place and have a good wank.
As Daphne put the keys in the lock, I removed my blazer. As I opened the door Daphne placed his raincoat on a hook.
I was barely inside our apartment when he was on me. He pushed me against the door and pressed his mouth to mine. My hands went to his ass and I kneaded those sublime cheeks slowly. He pressed his crotch to mine.
He pulled his lips from mine. A trail of saliva followed him.
“I’ve been dying to have you naked, against me, so I can taste every bit of you.”
In between deep breaths I replied, “I want to taste every bit of you.”
He stepped back from me and removed his panties. They slid to his ankles and he stepped out of them. He turned his back to me and I undid the laces of his corset. Free of it he took a deep breath. Then he stepped closer and slipped his fingers into the waistband of my panties.
“Someone wet their panties tonight.”
“Several times,” I answered, doing my best to suppress a giggle.
He slid my panties down. The thin cotton of Pendik Yabancı Escort my cotton briefs was wet and sticky and when he tugged them down I realized my clit was ‘glued’ to the cotton crotch.
“Just like a Bandaid,” I said, “Do it quick. Please.”
Tricia gave a yank and my panties were down and around my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked them…some…oh who the fuck cares?
I was pleased to see my clit standing at almost it’s normal length. It was as big as my pinkie. My tulip head was bright pink.
A large drop of sissy cream was sitting in the slit.
I slid my t-shirt off and tossed it aside. We were both now naked except for our wigs. As we walked down the hall towards the bathroom we pulled them off and set them on a hall table. We continued towards the bathroom, leaving ‘Claudia’ and ‘Tricia’ behind.
We stepped into the bathroom and I caught our reflection in the large mirror over the sink.
We were wild-eyed and sweaty. Our nipples were standing out like gumdrops. Our hair was matted down with sweat. We were still sexy as fuck though.
I sat down and peed quickly. Daphne did the same.
When he stood we were toe to toe. So I kissed him. He kissed me back.
“Let’s get clean,” he said.
“Then we can get dirty all over again,” I replied.
When he leaned over into the tub to turn on the water, I gave his sexy butt a good, hard spank.
“Hey!” he exclaimed.
“Don’t even!” I said, “I owe you more and harder.”
Daphne turned the water on and the bathroom began to fill with steam. I turned on the exhaust fan.
We stepped into the large shower and closed the glass door. The ceiling mounted rainfall shower head poured hot water down onto our sweaty, sex-scented bodies.
I grabbed the loofah sponge and squeezed a good amount of body wash onto it. Daphne turned his back to me and I stepped close, wrapping my arms around him. My semi-soft clit slid in between his sumptuous globes.
I kissed his neck as I soaped the front of his body. I let my soapy hands glide slowly across his smooth body. He raised his arms and I washed him there. I washed each of his puffy boi breasts, circling each of his pronounced areola with the loofah.
I washed his legs and as I past back past his clit, gave it a quick kiss. It twitched. The pink head gaped. We might not have been able to get rock hard like we used to, but our clits were super-sensitive and we loved any attention paid to them.
I took his delicate rosebud in my hands and washed him gently as if I was bathing a baby. I cleaned away all the naughtiness from The Kaleidoscope. He smelled fresh and clean and I couldn’t wait to have him in my mouth.
Daphne turned his back to me and I washed his sissy bottom. I slid my soapy fingers along his crack and then, with each pass of the loofah, went deeper. Finally my fingertips were brushing against his little pink button. He bent slightly for me and I slipped three fingers inside him. He purred his approval.
Daphne stood and faced me. I washed away his makeup and washed his hair. He kissed me hard and then took the loofah from me. I turned my back to him and felt him wrap his arms around me. His clit slid into my bottom and I heard him say, “I guess we should take this out now.”
In our haste to pleasure one another, I’d completely forgotten about the toy stuffed into my boi pussy. It’s amazing what a sissy can get used to, isn’t it?
Daphne slid his fingers around the base and with one tug pulled it from me with a PLOP.
He held it under the hot water and cleaned it. Satisfied it was good, he placed it on the shelf at the back of the shower.
Then he turned his attention back to me.
His soapy hands caressed every part of my body. He cleaned me inside and out. He stopped every now and then to slide his tongue into my mouth.
He slid the loofah up each of my smooth legs. When he was at my clit he washed it tenderly. Then he planted a gentle kiss on my pink tulip. Then he planted another and another.
I ran my fingers through his hair as he kissed my belly.
When his mouth found each of my erect nipples, I moaned loudly. Daphne’s mouth felt amazing. Electric surges were shooting through my body.
Daphne washed my makeup off and then washed my hair.
We turned and faced each as steam rose and water rained down on us. Completely cleaned and rinsed, I turned the water off.
I handed Daphne his towel. I grabbed mine and wrapped it high around my chest. I noticed a little cleavage at the top of my pink towel and made a mental note to ask Daphne about it later.
We padded our way down to our bedroom. Our bedroom. I do like the sound of that.
As we dried off I told Daphne, “Next time you be Claudia. You play the naive school girl and wear the cotton panties. I wanna be sultry and sexy.”
Daphne turned to me and asked, “Next time?”
“Oh, yes. We’re definitely playing that game again.”
We kissed again. Both of us were beginning to harden. Our clits Pendik Yeni Escort had been deprived of relief for too long this evening. It was time to play.
I went to my toy box (Yes I had one now) and retrieved a bottle of lube and one of our favorite toys. There was of course a varied collection of toys I used when I played with myself.
Tonight was about us though and we decided our double-headed dildo (affectionately nicknamed Wrigley-you know-double your pleasure) We laid Wrigley onto the bed and squeezed generous amounts of lube onto our palms. Then we took turns sliding our slick fingers into one another’s boi pussies. We were both moaning and groaning, purring like kittens and couldn’t take it any longer.
I got got onto all fours. Daphne ran a fingertip from my pink pucker all the way to my velvet bag and then to the tip of my clit. He did it slowly, teasing me. I could feel his hot breath against my skin. Then I felt his tongue repeat the same path his finger had taken. When he got to my balls, aching for release, he kissed each one several times.
Then he pressed a slick finger against my boi pussy and pushed forward. It slid in easily. Then sissy sister lover added another finger and then another. He moved them around, stretching me, preparing me.
I was pushing my face into my pillow, moaning, purring, whispering my approval and begging for more.
With a PLOP! he pulled his fingers from me and I exhaled sharply. Before my most sensitive of openings could close, Daphne pressed Wrigley into me. One inch, two inches, three inches and then…
KAPOW!!
With one push six inches of our double-headed friend was buried inside me. I bit my lower lip. I knew my eyes were rolling back into my brain.
Daphne positioned himself on all fours once he knew Wrigley wasn’t going anywhere. I could feel movement behind me. I felt Wrigley moving and twisting and I knew Daphne was sliding him into his own hungry boi pussy.
I could Daphne’s breathing change and I knew he was backing onto Wrigley inch by inch. I steadied myself and pushed back gently, gripping our toy with my pussy muscles.
“Come to me, Chrissie,” Daphne said in a breathy whisper.
I inched backwards and so did he. Slowly we slid back to one another until our smooth cheeks were touching. We pressed together tighter and I could feel the tip of my end of Wrigley press against my sissy cum button.
My clit twitched and I purred loudly. All Daphne was able to say was ‘Yes, yes, God yes.’
We began to rock into one another, slowly at first, but we were both far too horny for the slow burn and instinctively increased our thrusts backward. We slammed our bottoms into each other, forcing Wrigley into us, fucking each other furiously. We were moaning and utterly words I’m pretty sure weren’t part of any known language.
We were squealing and breathing hard. We weren’t going to last. I knew there was a puddle of precum forming under my leaking clit.
We were both sliding around on our silk sheets. It was kinda funny how slippery it was. Trying to stay balanced, to stay on the bed was a challenge but our jiggling and wiggling only made Wrigley feel that much better.
“Don’t fall off the bed!” I shouted over Daphne’s loud moans.
Then we started laughing. I guess we shared the same image of the two of us, impaled on a two-headed dildo, lying on the floor in a heap of silk sheets with our clits exploding.
We didn’t fall off the bed. Instead we both came at the same time. Our bodies were wracked by convulsions and we screamed out loud. I mean…we screamed. We knew Jerry could hear us. We were also pretty sure he was stroking his cock as he listened.
Our creamy loads poured onto the sheets under us. We crawled away from each other and our double-headed friend slipped from our bottoms. It landed on the bed with a wet thud.
I collapsed onto the bed in a heap of sex and sweat. Daphne crawled to me and laid by my side. Our chests were heaving. As we lie there, our heartbeats returning to normal, Daphne started chuckling.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m imagining Mr. Chubby sitting across the room, watching us fuck one another with Wrigley.”
“Oh, my God!” I said, seeing our sweaty, fat friend sitting in our retro armchair with its girly floral print.
I could see him watching us, grinning with his hand in his pants.
“He’d probably faint,” I said.
“He’d probably have a heart attack,” Daphne said.
Naked, sweaty and smelling of sissy sex, we started laughing again. Every time we laughed our spent clits wiggled a little and that only made us laugh harder.
Daphne kissed my shoulder and asked, “You think our little red-headed friend is getting some right about now?”
Of course he referring to Reggie and Pippi.
“I think our little red-headed friend is probably getting ALL of it right about now.”
We both lie still and quiet, letting the image of Reggie pounding into Pippi’s white, freckled bottom furiously. Pippi’s ankles up on Reggie’s broad Pendik Masaj Salonu shoulders. Reggie was slid in all the way to his huge balls. I could see the look on that adorable little pantyboy’s face. His mouth frozen in a wide O, his pink nipples erect, his clitty leaking onto his own belly.
Oh, yeah. Pippi was getting all for sure.
“What about that Jerry?”
“Crazy huh?”
“Did you have any idea?”
“Nope. I mean he’s talked to me before, but I’m not sure I’d classify it as flirting.”
“Obvious he likes sissies, though. I mean, from all that talk downstairs.”
“Well, first off, Lil Sis (I loved when he called me that) all men like sissies. Some may balk with macho bravado but if you sucked their cock or let them fuck your perfect little butt, they’d leave their wives in a minute. Jerry is definitely a fan.”
“Of sissies and spanking apparently,” I said giggling.
“That’s such a great combination though,” Daphne said.
“I still owe you.”
“I know, I know. Payback’s a bitch.”
“I have to pee,” I said, “Come with me?”
“Sure. I can go too.”
We peed. We headed back to bed. I climbed under the covers and pulled Daphne to me. He rolled over onto of me. Our clits mashed together but we were spent and it had been a long, crazy day. We both remained soft. Just as well.
We just lie like that, our bodies against one another. I kissed him. He kissed me. My hands found his ass and I gave him a spank. Then I gave him another one and then another one. I pulled his bottoms up into his crack, exposing each of his perfect globes. I gave each a swat and then massaged them tenderly.
Daphne took my bottom lip in his teeth and pulled gently. Then he released me and we kissed.
He sighed.
“I’m exhausted,” he said as he rolled off of, “Let’s finish this tomorrow. I just wanna drift off. Like this. All snuggled together.”
“Let’s sleep all day tomorrow. Never leave bed. And of course play.”
“Breakfast in bed.”
“I’ll eat whatever you want me to wherever you want me to.”
“Slut.”
“Sissy slut if you please,” I said smirking.
He turned to me slightly. There was a look in his eyes.
“Did you have fun today?” he asked.
“No. I was miserable. Hated every minute of it,” I replied sarcastically.
My phone rang. I looked at the screen.
UNKNOWN CALLER.
Unknown caller? Who could that be?
“You better answer that,” Daphne said.
I answered the phone as Daphne crawled between my legs.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Chrissie. Do you know who this is?”
My heart stopped. I’d only heard the velvet smooth tone of his voice a few times but I knew who it was. It was Daddy.
“I think so,” I said my voice shaking.
“Tell me,”the rich, bass voice said.
“It’s…Daddy.”
“Yes, Chrissie it is. Did you have a good time tonight? Did you enjoy meeting Adonis and Bobbi?
Who?
“I’m don’t remember meeting-“
“I’m sure if you think hard enough, Chrissie, it will come to you. A very handsome black man about 34? A very cute and petite redheaded sissy-“
OH MY GOD! Reggie and Pippi! Reggie and Pippi were Adonis and Bobbi! Daddy had knew them? He’d sent them? He’d…
Daphne kissed my belly and looked up at me. He mouthed the words D-A-D-D-Y? and I nodded.
Daddy not only knew them, he’d sent them there. He set the whole thing up, not Daphne. As if he could read my mind, Daphne grinned at me.
“Adonis is a good friend. I introduced him to Bobbi. They’ve been inseparable ever since Adonis turned his plaything. Didn’t take long either. He said you and Daphne put on quite a show.”
“Are you mad, Daddy? Because-“
“Why would I be mad? You were only doing what your sissy instincts were telling you to do.”
“Daphne didn’t say you were…he didn’t tell me-“
“Who?”
“Daphne.”
“But you said ‘he,’ Chrissie. Daphne’s not a ‘he.’ He’s a sissy. So are you. You’re not a ‘he.’ Not anymore. You’re ‘she’s’ now. You’re my special girls. So tell me again what you wanted to tell me.”
He was patient and his voice was soothing. He was in control though. He was the Alpha male.
“Daphne didn’t tell me you had arranged our…adventure. She didn’t let on at all. I thought everything was (careful now) her idea.”
“Daphne’s a good girl. She does what Daddy says. Just like you, Chrissie. You’ll listen to me, won’t you? You’ll do what I say without question?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy. Without question. I want to be a good girl.”
“I know you do and you will be.”
Swoon.
Daphne was making faces, trying to figure out what was going on. I motioned I’d tell her later.
“Are you in bed, Chrissie?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Is Daphne snuggled up next to you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Did you all play when you got home and release some pent up sissy tension?”
“Oh, we sure did, Daddy.”
He laughed.
“Good. Well, you get under the covers and go to sleep and have sweet sissy dreams.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Then he said the words I wanted to hear.
“I will see you in three days. Goodnight, Chrissie.”
I was kicking my legs excitedly. Daphne was going crazy.
“Goodnight, Daddy.”
He hung up and I screamed.
“WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?!” Daphne begged excitedly.
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