"God, I wish I could do a Kill la Kill cosplay," said Francesca. She stood in front of the mirror holding the Satsuki jacket over her massive chest.
Tim processed the words, but waited to die in League before he asked, "What's stopping you?"
"For one, I'm too fat."
He chuckled in disbelief. "You're not fat at all."
"Yes I am!" cried Francesca seriously. She wasn't, but because they happened to be Asian she put herself up to completely different standards that bordered on thinspo.
If anything, Tim was happy about her looks. He really didn't feel up to dating anything but another Asian, and both he and Francesca even happened to come from Vietnamese families. Still, he did like girls to be thicc - a position for which her big boobs and wide hips made her very well qualified for.
In a way, he was thankful for it. Any other girl with that body type would've taken it as a cue to slut it out and think of herself as a 10/10. But thankfully, Francesca remained completely insecure about her appearance and a complete introvert apart from the desire to cosplay. Otherwise, she wouldn't leave the house at all.
Okay, so thinking that way made him a bad person, but was he supposed to root for her leaving him for some white guy?
"I wish I was as skinny as you are," she said, staring at him wistfully.
Likely it wasn't even meant as a backhanded reply but he hated being reminded of how frail and thin he looked. It was bad enough to get bullied at school and talked down by his father. "Well, you aren't fat."
"You know. You could cosplay as Ryuko."
"You're joking."
"Why not? You're have the right body type and you look girly enough to do it."
I have the right body type? I look girly enough?That was it. He turned back to his game and decided he wouldn't waste his time on the topic nor Francesca for the rest of the day.How does she always make me feel like shit?
But Francesca wouldn't let up. She kept insisting that they would be in another city, and that no one would be able to tell anyway.Nobody would be able to tell that I'm not a girl?Tim couldn't quite get there.
"There's nothing gay about it," insisted Francesca. "You know, every single female role in plays was done by young guys for thousands of years."
In the end, he had to relent and agree to at least try on cosplaying as a female character at home and see how it went. Francesca ran home and brought over her Chie outfit she used to wear during preteen years, before her body had thickened out and her breasts blew up out of proportion.
Tim still needed to feel up those breasts. To turn her into a little cockslave. "If I do this for you, you're mine. Do you understand? No more bullshit about how you're not ready or you feel insecure about your body, alright? Not when I dress up as a fucking girl for you."
Francesca sighed at his petty manipulations and nodded in agreement. "Fine."
He sat down as she prepped him up, laying down bob wig, and even doing some makeup. "Wow," she said by the end. "You look amazing."
Tim stared at himself in the mirror more with disgust than any sense of dysphoria. Yet, he had to admit he did look annoyingly feminine this way. Would anyone seriously mistake him for a girl though? That seemed unlikely.
When he turned to talk to Francesca he caught her taking a pic. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Calm down! I'm just trying to show you something."
He wanted to punch her. She would end up humiliating him in front of everyone they knew. As if his social life weren't bad enough, now they'd think of him as some fucking faggot.
Francesca passed the phone. His mind reeled when he saw that she had sent the picture to one of her cosplay friends, a white guy, asking him if her friend was hot.
"Calm down," said Francesca, patting him on the arm. "He doesn't even know you."
It was the reply that shocked him the most: WOAH! She's really really hot XD.
Hot? No one in his life had ever called him hot... This was so stupid.
But Francesca got him to agree when all was said and done. He would dress up as Ryuko and accompany her to the con, and after that she would be his sex slave for at least a week.I can't wait.
They drove down together on the big day, Tim's mind spinning with bad thoughts. He should've never agreed to it. He kept looking down at his shaved legs and skirt, wondering what was wrong with him.How desperate am I?
Yet they walked around the convention center for at least three hours, without a single person picking up on anything. Tim stayed quiet while Francesca did most of the talking, allowing people to pose with them and accepting compliments for how good their outfits were.
Things only got weird way later. A guy cosplaying as Dante hovered around them, trying to start a conversation with Tim. He didn't open his mouth for fear of being spotted as a guy. But this white dude kept trying and trying, while Francesca laughed it up. "She's just very shy."
"I don't bite," said the guy, standing only inches away from Tim. His jacket was open to reveal a ripped torso, while his chiseled face kept smiling at him. At home, this kind of jock was the type to beat him up mercilessly and try to grab Francesca's ass.And now he's hitting on me?
Tim jumped when the guy tried to touch him and ran over nervously to Francesca. "Get him away from me!" he whisper-screamed into her ear in a total panic.
Francesca gave him a naughty and amused look. "She says you need to stop being so pushy. Give her some time."
What was she doing? Why was Francesca worsening things? The white guy, rather than going away, began to trail after them, his Dante now joining in to pose with all the Ryuko and Satsuki fans.
During one photo in particular, Tim could feel the guy's large hand coming down to rest on his ass, his fingers caressing at his thighs. He nearly yelped in shock, but couldn't bear bringing attention to it. So he stood there as their picture got taken, feeling his lower body tingling in response.
They were playing with fire here. This guy clearly cosplayed only to get girls, and he hardly seemed like the type to be understanding if he suddenly found out Tim was an actual guy. And Francesca, rather than having him fuck off, kept egging him on...
Once the sky darkened people either started heading home or to bars to drink. They were supposed to head home. But the Dante guy insisted he wanted to take Francesca and her "friend" to eat at a kick-ass place nearby.
She accepted.
Tim wanted to run away.
"I'm going to kill you," he whispered in her ear.
"Relax! I'm just trolling a little. We'll just stuff ourselves like pigs and have him pay for everything."
The place was rustic and comfy, but also dark. Once they were inside, Tim attempted to get into the same booth as Francesca. But Dante quickly grabbed his arm and shoved him down the other side, next to the wall, sitting down next to him so that Tim couldn't get out at all. From the other side, Francesca watched their interactions with some worry now.
I told you we should've gone home!he wanted to scream at her.
They didn't even get to order. Some psychotic-looking waitress with loud spiked boots peeking from her uniform and a tattoo on one side of her face came over, making him and Francesca pause. At that point, Dante ordered hard alcoholic drinks for all three of them, and that was that.
"I think I'm going to go to the bathroom..." Francesca started.
And leave me alone? WITH HIM?Tim wanted to scream. But of course he couldn't. He only watched with complete despair as she slipped out and hurried off to the bathroom, her tits jiggling inside of her white jacket
.
"Alone at last," said the white guy, coming down to stroke Tim's thighs. He squeezed them together, trying to keep him off. "Don't be so shy. I know you like me."
The drinks came and Dante gulped his down in an instant. He leaned in and attempted give Tim a kiss but he pulled away just in time. That wasn't the end of it though. Dante came at him again, and this time he pushed Tim into the corner. There was nowhere to go. He tried to raise his arm and ward him off, but the white guy only twisted his arm and nearly made him yelp.
His lips smacked against Tim's violently, his tongue ramming into the closed mouth again and again. Tim could only resist for so long. The stench of alcohol coming up his nostrils made him sick. He gave in and let Dante inside, feeling the alien tongue beating against his and exploring his mouth.
He's... This white guy's kissing me, he thought, on the verge of tears. All he wanted at this point was for it to end before Francesca came back. But the one kiss slowly turned into a makeout session, with him playing the part of the submissive girl and letting Dante do whatever he wanted.
"I fucking love Asian girls," whispered Dante, squeezing his thigh.
Tim got hard at the words. It wasn't that he was aroused by this! Of course, he couldn't get aroused by another guy, and he certainly hated being treated as a girl... But in theory, looking at it as a fictional event, the idea of a white guy having his way with an Asian girl by force did always strike him as hot.
Francesca came out of the bathroom and stared at what went on with gaping eyes. As soon as she sat down, she drank, looking shocked to her very core.
Dante grinned at her. "Something wrong?"
"N-No," she stammered. "It's just that it's getting late. We should b-b-be going."
"Alright," he said, surprisingly understanding. "You two going to finish your drinks?" When they shook their heads, he gulped down both of them one after another and breathed out painfully. "Come on, let's go."
As they walked towards the car, Francesca kept glancing at Tim with disbelief. She's seen me kissing him. Just what could she be thinking right now? That he wasn't a guy at all? That he was some fag? That she needed to break up with him? So much for our deal. Tim's eyes got wet with tears of frustration.
Dante ran in front of them and stretched his arms. "Hold up, now," he said. They were right next to a dark alley. "We can't just part like this." He grabbed Tim by the wrist and dragged him along into the darkness. Francesca followed hesitantly.
Tim was made to stand as Dante unzipped his trousers and brought out his cock. It was absolutely huge. Just a white monster with throbbing blue veins. Simply looking at it made Tim feel insecure. Not only was this guy fit and nearly twice his size, but his cock was nearly four times as big. Even with his muscular build, its size still managed to look intimidating.
The white guy pushed Tim down on his knees. The white cock now stared him in the face, and after a step forwards from Dante it pressed against his mouth and his nose, warm and hard, with a distinctly musky scent.
Would he really have to do this? Suck off a white guy? But before he could even finish the thought, a slap rang at the side of his face, along with orders to start doing it. He opened his mouth and let his tongue slide across the surface of the shaft, all the way down to the head. Cum dripped and entered his mouth, the flavor of it hitting all his taste buds.
"That's right, baby, suck that big white cock. Seems your friend wants in too."
Suddenly Francesca got down next to him, blushing crimson. There was wonder in her eyes, and simply tracing her fingers over it filled her with exhilaration. Tim couldn't even blame her. This cock was so big and so irresistible, so worthy of worship that it almost wasn't gay to get down and treat it with total reverence.
Like proper Asian sluts, they licked it all over and let their spit intermingle and lapped at the sweet seed that spilled from the massive head. Whenever their eyes met Francesca smiled shyly, and Tim found himself smiling at her in turn. For the first time, they found something they could enjoy doing together.
Worshipping a big white cock.
Tim feared white guys ever since he was little. Every Asian girl he ever crushed on ended up with one, except for Francesca, while every white guy found it necessary to bully him mercilessly. They were just so much bigger and stronger. It was only later as a teen that he found out their cocks were huge, and that combined with their good looks, confidence, money, and prestige made them irresistible to just about any Asian girl. His parentswantedhis sister to date a white guy, as did Francesca's much to his dismay.
There were simply no spots to be filled by wimpy Asian guys. He almost gave up going on Tumblr after seeing so many blogs of Asian guys transitioning into girls or playing as traps, always obsessed with white guys and with being as submissive as possible. It made him despair and fear. But he had never considered being one of them.
Now, he did his best to worship this white cock and make his white master proud, loving its rich smell and taste and the way it stretched out his mouth, thrilled by the fact that he did it with Francesca and that they both became Asian fucktoys simultaneously.
How could he have spent years being tortured at school by guys like this and made to feel inferior when it was so easy to be loved instead? All those sleepless nights from fear of being beat up the next day, all those tears for the frustration of being weak and unwanted.
And here it was all along.The cure. Seeking validation from the superior white gods not as a inferior and subhuman Asian wimp, but as a slutty Asian girl, ready and willing to submit and fulfill all their needs, no matter how degrading or humiliating. If anything, the more degrading and humiliating the better.Asians deserved nothing better.Especially not from their white masters.
Francesca proved much better at deepthroating, so she had been allowed to take his shaft in deep and service him in that way. Tim had been shoved down to the balls. He took them both in his mouth and cradled them lovingly, passing his tongue over them as he sought to give them the most welcoming and satisfying mouth-massage that there was. Just knowing that they carried priceless white seed in them was enough to drive him crazy.
The white masters caressed both of their heads, letting them know how pleased he was with their work. Finally, as his engorged monster of a cock threaten to explode in Francesca's mouth, he took it out and had them put their faces together and massage his balls while he stroked himself audibly.
With one final groan, he unleashed hot ropes of viscous cum into their open mouths and over their cute Asian faces, so much that both Tim and Francesca giggled in disbelief. White guys were just so amazingly gifted and virile...
They kissed each other deeply and shared the cum between them, their tongues swimming in a sea of hot white seed. Their first real kiss. Not as girlfriend as boyfriend, but as two happy Asian sluts exchanging the gift of a white master's cum-reward.
"You are two naughty little whores," Dante told them, zipping back up. "I'll see you around at next convention."
As he walked off and disappeared, Tim felt relieved to be able to speak at last. "That was so good," he confessed to Francesca in between her gentle kisses.
Francesca licked off the remainder of seed from his face. A low moan still escaped her lips. "It was amazing. White cock is fucking amazing."
He suddenly felt her reaching down beneath his skirt and tugging at his cock. He had never shown it to her before, and he still felt ashamed of its minuscule size. Even hardened to its full extent as now, it was still not enough for her hand to wrap around it fully.
"Don't be embarrassed, baby," whispered Francesca in his ear. "I never had any illusions. You're Asian!" She giggled darkly. "I knew you'd have a little pinky dick."
The humiliation combined with her acceptance of him as weak and disgusting as he was made him spill at the fourth tug. How much had he lasted? A couple seconds...
Rather than savor his translucent and watery cum, Francesca cringed and wiped it off against his skirt in disgust. But she still smiled at him. "It's not you fault," she said. "That's just how Asian guys are."
The message rang loud and clear.
He could still find pleasure and satisfaction, even if it was offered to him out of pity. But the staple for both of them would forever be big white cock. The life of illusions and hope was over. It was time to submit.
But Tim had no problem with that at all anymore.
The sign had been hard to miss; just about everyone walking into Bargain Mart read it as they began their rounds of shopping. Chris Hartford had read it, too, of course. He read it almost every day right before he slunk into the store to steal himself a little something. His kleptomania had never caught up with him. He'd been shoplifting for almost as long as he could remember, and he'd never gotten caught. His slightly-androgynous figure had helped him out of quite a few jams. Most days, he wore feminine-looking clothes and even put on a bit of makeup. That was usually enough to smooth-talk his way past any nosy employees or shoppers. It worked wonders, and Chris had never once faced any consequences for his bad habit… until today, that is. A security guard happened to be on her way to the restroom when she bumped into Chris – and sent his sweater full of pilfered gadgets tumbling to the ground. A few hours later, and the thief was staring himself in the mirror in a backroom, slowly coming to terms with the fact that the sign he'd gotten so used to seeing was not, in fact, a joke.
"SHOPLIFTERS WILL BE PROSTITUTED"
Another, smaller copy, printed in bold, red letters, hung over the mirror Chris stared into. His bright, blue eyes stared right back, full of confusion, shame, and just a bit of fear. He looked nothing like himself. His long, messy, brown hair had been neatly trimmed and styled, and flowed in silky waves down to his shoulders. His baggy clothes had been tossed out and replaced with a downright humiliating outfit: he wore a tight, white shirt with long, pink sleeves, and a short, frilly, pink skirt – beneath which he wore nothing, as ordered by store security. White-and-pink striped knee-high socks covered his legs, and a pair of matching sneakers fit snugly around his feet, as if they'd been made for him. The sound of a door opening behind him caused Chris to jump, promptly clapping his hands over the front of his skirt as he spun around to face the security guard who'd caught him.
"Alright, buddy," she sighed, thumbing through a pocket-sized rulebook. "Says here you just gotta pay off the stuff you stole… I'm not sure exactly how long that'll take, so let's just wing it."
"Y-You don'tknow?"Chris asked, blinking in surprise. "Haven't you- Hasn't anyone else ever had to do this before?"
"Honestly? No," the guard replied with a shrug. "No one's been stupid enough to get caught shoplifting since we put the sign up."
"I- I- I didn't think it was serious!" Chris whined. "I just thought it was, like, a joke! Something you take a picture of and put on the internet, you know?"
"Tough break, kid," the guard said, clapping a hand on Chris's shoulder. "Now hurry up and get out there."
She guided Chris out of the impromptu dressing room and shut the door behind him.
Chris nervously twiddled his thumbs, keeping his hands in front of his crotch in case of wardrobe malfunction as he shuffled into position. A sign reading, "SHOPLIFTER SLUT! FREE USE!" had been taped to the wall right next to where Chris stood. He stayed put, despite his mounting embarrassment and guilt, though. As the minutes ticked by, he began to hope that he might actually get off with just a bit of public humiliation. Shoppers passed him up by the dozens, a few pointing and laughing, a few others snickering under their breath. None, however, took advantage of store policy. That is, until a pair of women approached Chris.
"Well, well, well… What have wehere?"one of them asked in a singsong voice.
Chris's jaw dropped. He had never found cause to call a woman "smokin'" before that moment. Her green eyes seemed to sparkle as she eyed him up and down, her arms crossed just beneath her heaving bust. She leaned to the side a bit, bringing Chris's attention to her wide hips as she cockily eyed up the decidedly girly-looking boy in front of her. She was dressed in tight, green sweatpants – the drawstring barely visible thanks to just how big her rear was – which clung desperately to her thick, firm thighs, too tight to even reach halfway down her calves. Her top was little more than a white sports bra, though it was probably a full-sized tank top. Most of her toned midriff was bare, as was her ample cleavage. Chris's eyes ran over every exposed inch of her glistening, tanned skin as he silently thanked whoever was listening for blessing him with such incredible luck. The woman smirked, her pink, gloss-coated lips curling into a mischievous smile as she reached up and ran a hand through her short, red hair.
"What's your name, hun?" she asked Chris.
"I- I'm uh C-Chris! I'm Chris!" he replied in a bit of a daze.
"What do you think, Cindy?" the woman asked her companion, giving Chris one last look. "Think we should give it a shot? No one's ever gotten caught before… It might be fun."
Cindy, the second woman, who was currently twiddling her fingers nervously behind the first, stepped into view to get a better look at Chris. She was noticeably paler than the first woman, and a bit chubbier as well. She was dressed more conservatively in a red, knee-length pleated skirt and an orange turtleneck sweater. Golden-brown eyes hid behind a pair of thick, square-framed glasses. She twirled a lock of her blonde, shoulder-length hair around her finger, her cheeks reddening a bit as she gave her companion a nod.
"I think he's cute," she squeaked, blushing a bit more intensely. "Let's do it, Liz."
Chris's head swam with wild fantasies as he was led into a dressing room by a grinning Liz, tailed closely by Cindy. He was, despite his best efforts, still a virgin. He could hardly believe his luck as the women pushed him into the tiny changing room, positioning themselves between him and the door. Liz crossed her arms and smirked at Chris.
"Alright," she began. "Let's see it."
"See…" Chris slowly emerged from his daydream, blinking in confusion. "See what?"
A nod toward his crotch from Liz told him everything he needed to know.
"Oh! Oh- I- I- Yeah, okay!"
His eager excitement quickly began to flow into his cock, which began to stiffen up as he nervously gripped the hem of his skirt. He lifted it up just in time for his member to reach its full length. Liz clapped a hand to her mouth to – barely – suppress a chuckle. She stared almost contemptuously at Chris's shaft, which stood fully erect just shy of about three inches.
"That'sit?"Liz snickered. "I've seen bigger clits than that!"
"Wh-What's wrong with it?" Chris asked dejectedly, letting his skirt fall back down to cover his quickly-deflating member. "It's not like I can do anything about how big it is!"
"I thinkyoursmight be bigger, Cindy!" Liz chuckled. "Why don't you check?"
Chris opened and closed his mouth, unsure of just how to ask what he'd just heard. She meant her son, or her husband – shemusthave. Cindy simply nodded, smiling away her slight embarrassment as she unzipped her skirt and tugged it down to reveal a pair of soft, white panties. She gingerly stepped out of her skirt as Liz stepped behind Chris, grabbing his wrists and pinning his hands behind his back.
"H-Hey! What are- Wh-What isthat!?"
Chris's surprise quickly turned to disbelief, and then to outright shock as Cindy tugged her panties to the side. There, tucked neatly away between her inner thighs, partially hidden by a nest of messy, blonde pubic hair, was a cock. It rested atop a pair of fat, swollen balls, and, at a glance, Chris could already tell it was bigger than his. It certainly wasn'tmassiveby any stretch, but it was stillthere,and that alone was enough of a surprise for Chris. The size difference only served to embarrass him further. As Cindy tugged her member free, letting it flop lazily out, Chris's cheeks began to burn red as he realized just what kind of encounter he was in for.
Cindy brought a hand to her mouth, softly nibbling her finger to suppress a squeak as she wrapped her other hand around the base of her cock. She gave it a squeeze, and then began to stroke. It throbbed visibly as it began to stiffen, rising to a bit more than five inches before finally stopping. Chris watched, still in denial, as Cindy's shaft twitched and a thick, slippery bead of pre-cum oozed from its tip as she peeled her foreskin back to reveal her purplish-pink crown.
"I think she likes you," Liz whispered into Chris's ear.
"This- That can't-,"
"Can't what?" Liz interrupted smugly. "Can't be real? I've got news for you, sweetie… It's real… and so isthis…"
Chris gasped sharply as something poked him in the lower back. He knew what it was. He knew, but he didn't want to acknowledge it. Even as it pulsed and hardened against him, he didn't want to believe that it was real. He wanted to wake up in his bed, laugh this whole experience off as a bad dream, and give up his thieving habit. That was not, however, what Liz had in store for him. She pushed her knee into the back of his legs, forcing him to kneel as she pushed his upper body down. Before he knew it, Chris found himself lying face-down on the floor with Liz kneeling behind him, her firm thighs keeping his legs spread.
"You know, you've got a really nice body," Liz remarked, running a hand down Chris's back. "You almost look like a real girl in this getup… Honestly, with a little dick like yours, you might as well be!"
Chris winced at the insult, suddenly becoming acutely aware of the position he was in. His cock faced backwards toward Liz, pressed against the floor between his thighs. His tight, smooth balls rested neatly on top of his soft member. They – along with his bubbly little rear – were promptly exposed to the world as Liz flipped his skirt up, giggling mischievously as she shuffled forward and raised her hips.
She dropped her waist right onto Chris's butt, causing him to yelp in surprise. Liz was still fully clothed, but Chris could plainly feel her throbbing member through her sweatpants. It sandwiched itself between his soft cheeks, and she wiggled her hips, rubbing her shaft around the cleft of Chris's ass.
"Oh, you are going to beamazing,"she breathed, her voice a bit shaky as lust began to build within her. "Cindy, hold him for a second."
Cindy stepped over and took Liz's place, plopping down on the small of Chris's back. She pinned his wrists to the floor, holding him still as he tried to struggle away from her. Chris quickly found that he had no options aside from watching Liz undress. She was clearly enjoying herself, taking her time to give Chris a bit of a show as she disrobed. She tugged her shirt up, or at least,triedto. She had a bit of trouble getting past her busty chest, but she finally did after a few attempts. Liz sighed as her breasts spilled out, bouncing and jiggling as they came free from the confines of her tight shirt. She promptly tossed her top aside, grinning smugly as she hefted her tits in both hands, squeezing a bit as she teased Chris.
Chris blushed and turned his head as he felt his cock beginning to stir at the sight. The now-topless Liz snapped her fingers and addressed him.
"Look at me," she ordered.
Chris slowly raised his head, whimpering softly as he stared at Liz's chest. His stiff little cock twitched, and he felt Cindy's member throb against his back. Liz nodded, seemingly content with Chris's compliance, and slipped her fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants. She swayed her hips, turning her back to Chris as she began to pull down her pants. Her ass proved to be just as big of an obstacle as her breasts. It took a bit of doing for Liz to expose her big, round rear to Chris. She bent over as she tugged her pants down, giving him an excellent view of her thick butt.
Chris's attention, however, was drawn elsewhere. Between Liz's toned thighs hung a long, thick, stiffening cock and the fattest pair of balls Chris had ever seen. How she'd managed to hide all of it in such a tight pair of pants was beyond Chris. Liz turned around after stepping out of her crumpled-up pants, resting her hands on her hips as her member rose to an imposing size. It looked like it was at least twice as long as Cindy's, and it absolutely dwarfed Chris's in terms of both length and girth. It pulsed as it stiffened up, and pre-cum freely drooled from the tip. Liz's pubic mound was completely clean-shaven and waxed; it was clear that she put in quite a bit of effort to keep herself nice and presentable. She smirked at Chris, wrapping her hand around the base of her cock.
"Well? What do you think?" she purred, her voice dripping with lust. "This is what arealcock looks like, sweetie…"
Chris's blush deepened, and he let out a whine as he turned away. Liz took her place behind him once again, relieving Cindy of her job. She squeezed Chris's soft little butt, digging her fingers into his flesh as she roughly kneaded his rear. He could only squirm and whimper, both of his hands firmly pinned down by only one of Liz's. She gave him a firmslap,leaving a handprint on his ass cheek before sliding her cock between his cheeks. Chris's struggles grew more frantic as he realized what was coming. The feeling of Liz's fat, throbbing shaft resting in the valley of his ass filled him with dread – mostly due to the size of the thing. He struggled desperately, trying as hard as he could to escape, but only succeeded in tiring himself out.
"Please," he whimpered, panting frantically as his nerves got the better of him.
"Don't worry, sweetie," Liz whispered into his ear. "I'lltryto be gentle…"
Liz grabbed hold of her cock, pointing it straight at Chris's tight little pucker. She pressed her tip against his virgin hole and gave her shaft a squeeze. A thick, slippery glob of pre oozed out, and Liz smeared the fluid around Chris's rosebud. He shuddered at the warm wetness being rubbed around between his cheeks. Liz stroked her cock, squeezing out a few more drops of arousal onto Chris's donut. She took a few more moments to properly lubricate him before finally deciding that it was time to get started.
Liz bit her lip as she began to slowly push forward. Her cockhead prodded Chris's asshole, which was currently clenching just about as hard as its owner could make it clench. Liz chuckled to herself, amused at Chris's futile efforts to keep her out. She pushed harder, amused by the little squeals Chris let out as he shook his head. Liz kept the pressure on, pushing and pushing against Chris's puckered-up hole until, finally, it began to stretch out for her. She gasped softly as her slippery cockhead began to slide into Chris's rear entrance, much to his dismay. Tears welled in his eyes, and he grunted and gasped in discomfort as Liz slowly sank into him. Only the very tip of her cock managed to enter Chris right away. He was simply too tight for Liz to get any more in without pushing harder. Naturally, she began to push harder. Chris yelped in pain as he felt his asshole pop open for Liz, letting her cockhead slip inside.
"Mmf,there we go!" Liz grunted. "Now we can get on to the fun part!"
Liz decided to go easy on her whimpering, shivering victim for the moment. She pushed her hips forward just a bit, letting an inch or two of her throbbing girth sink into Chris's freshly-deflowered boypussy. She pulled back and began to gently thrust, her heavy, full balls swaying beneath her as she started to fuck Chris.
"So, how is it, Chrissie?" Liz asked. "Does it feel good?"
"Nnf!N-No!" Chris groaned. "I- It's too big!"
"Oh, sweetie, we just need to stretch your little cunt out a bit," Liz giggled. "It'll fit like a glove before you know it…"
She gave Chris's rear a quickslap,not bothering to stop thrusting. She kept his legs spread out with her thighs, keeping a wide stance as she knelt behind him. Cindy watched from just a few feet away, sitting against the wall and slowly stroking her cock to the sight of Liz stealing Chris's virginity. The pair gasped and grunted, one in pain and one in ecstasy. Liz sank deeper and deeper into Chris with each thrust, eventually pushing half of her cock into him. He squealed and whined, writhing beneath her as, against his will, his member began to stiffen in response to the pressure.
"Nooo…"
Chris's protest against his own shaft hardening was little more than a hoarse whisper. He wasn't sure if Liz heard him or not, but if she did, she didn't show it. She kept her steady pace, her balls swinging beneath her, full of a sticky, sloshing payload just waiting to be pumped out. Cindy moaned softly, a spurt of pre squirting from her tip. The sight of her friend fucking such a cute little girly-boy was turning her on immensely. She had to move her hand almost painfully slow to keep from cumming all over Chris's face. The thought of his soft lips and red cheeks covered in her spunk gave Cindy an idea. She shuffled forward, kneeling in front of Chris, still stroking her girlcock.
"Here," she gasped, her voice a shaky, lust-filled whimper. "Suck it."
Chris whined, pursing his lips as Cindy's cock prodded against them. She smeared her pre all over his lips and just under his nose, filling his nostrils with the surprisingly-strong scent of her arousal. She reached down and pinched Chris's nose, forcing him to open his mouth to breathe. The moment he did, she stuffed her cock in. Tears ran down Chris's cheeks as Cindy slid forward, hilting herself against his face before long. Her pubic hair tickled his nose, and the tangled mess brought with it an overbearing stench of sweat and cum. Chris couldn't help but gag a bit – less from the smell and more from the cock in his throat – as Cindy began to thrust.
Chris didn't know exactly what to think. The smell of Cindy's sex was making his head spin, and the pressure in his ass – which was, surprisingly enough, not nearly as painful anymore – was keeping him hard, much to his embarrassment. He could feel his own little shaft twitching, oozing arousal as the pair of girlcocks in his butt and mouth slid in and out of his holes, throbbing and pulsing powerfully as their owners moaned and gasped in pleasure. Cindy's soft hands were planted firmly on Chris's head, her fingers running through his silky hair. Chris glanced up to try to gauge her expression, but found that he couldn't see her face; her breasts were simply too large, and obscured her head.
"Nnaaahh…Chrissie, your mouth feels so good," Cindy whimpered, shuddering as she stretched his throat. "Y-You're so-Aahhh…Warm… and wet…"
Chris's face burned red, and he shut his eyes. He found that, despite his obvious reluctance to participate, he couldn't help but keep his lips wrapped tightly around Cindy's member. There wasn't really any other way to comfortably ride out the facefuck he was receiving, Chris reasoned. In reality, however, his body was beginning to betray him. The powerful scent of sex, the fat, throbbing shaft pushing deeper and deeper into his tight little cunt, the latent, burning curiosity of just what Cindy's cum was going to taste like; all of it was doing something to Chris, and he was beginning to wonder just whether or not he should keep resisting. His cock was twitching more and more, his tight, smooth balls were bouncing in time with Liz's thrusts, and he found himself slurping at Cindy's length, sucking almost greedily at her cock as his tongue swished around her girth. That much did not go unnoticed.
"L-Liz,ah!"Cindy squeaked. "She's sucking! I- I think-Mmmf!I think she likes it!"
Liz slowed her thrusts for just a moment to glance down between her legs. Sure enough, Chris's petite cock was drooling copious amounts of pre, twitching as it lay against the floor, pointed back towards his feet. Liz grinned wickedly, and leaned forward.
"You really are a slutty little girl, aren't you, Chrissie?" she teased, her hot breath making Chris shudder. "You have to cum… I can tell."
She pushed a tiny bit of her cock into Chris's rear. He moaned around Cindy's shaft in response. Liz gave his butt a good squeeze before continuing.
"Why bother holding back?" she asked. "Don't you want to feel good?"
Chris let out a muffled whimper. Hedidwant this to feel good. He would much rather let himself go and melt into a slutty, moaning mess than to endure being fucked like this. He couldn't bring himself to do that, though. Some part of him still screamed that this wasn't who he was. Some tiny part of him still clung to the quickly-fading dignity that he so desperately tried to preserve. Liz either ignored his muffled protest or just didn't care. She pulled back, planted her hands on Chris's cheeks, and spread his ass.
"Be a good little slut and squirt for me!"
Without warning, Liz drove her entire length into Chris's pucker in a single thrust. Chris's eyes shot open, first going wide, and then crossing as he screamed into Cindy's lap. He tried to hold it in – hereallydid – but the feeling of Liz's nearly foot-long shaft spearing his ass and slamming into his prostate was too much for Chris to bear. He whimpered and moaned, his body tensing as his little balls tightened up. His cock twitched, and a stream of watery cum trickled out. Chris's load was incredibly underwhelming, so pathetically small that when Liz glanced down to survey the aftermath, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"That'sit!?"she jeered. "I knew you were girly, but I thought you'd at least be able to cum right! Look at that sad little mess you made! There's barely anything there!"
Chris whimpered and moaned, tuning out Liz's insults as he rocked his hips, grinding his butt against her in an attempt to squeeze a bit more out of his twitching shaft.
"What a useless little dick!" Liz scoffed, beginning to thrust again. "It's no wonder you were so excited to whip it out for us… I'll bet all the other girls took one look at it and laughed, didn't they?"
Chris groaned, his butt clenching involuntarily around Liz as his cock twitched one last time. A thin little spurt of cum squirted from his tip, splashing into the tiny puddle he'd already spilled onto the floor. Liz gasped as her shaft was squeezed by Chris's ring, and she quickly put two and two together.
"Don't tell me that turned you on," she scoffed in equal parts disgust and entertainment. "Do youreallyget off on people making fun of your little clitty?"
Chris, in all fairness, had no idea that he liked it before right now. If anyone had asked him, he would have insisted that he had no interest in such a thing. He would have said that it was embarrassing and shameful and that there was no way it would turn him on. Now, though, things had clearly changed. As Liz hammered away at his pussy and Cindy fucked his mouth more and more intensely, Chris couldn't help but wonder if he reallydidenjoy this – all of it. The women's cocks wereclearlysuperior to his, and hehadjust had an orgasm without so much as touching himself. The more he thought about it, the more Chris realized that this was what he wanted.
Cindy gasped softly as Chris pushed himself up on his elbows, arching his back for Liz as he began to bob his head. He slurped and sucked, moaning softly as he greedily milked Cindy's throbbing cock. She squeaked and moaned in response, closing her eyes and tightening her grip on Chris's head as he quickly pushed her to her limit. With a whine, Cindy bucked her hips, thrusting her full length into Chris's mouth. Her balls pulsed against his chin, and her hairy crotch filled his nostrils with the scent of her sex as she unloaded down his throat. Chris gulped as quickly as he could, shivering a bit as his warm, creamy reward gushed into his belly. Cindy pulled back to thrust in again, but Chris had other plans. He flicked his tongue back and forth along the underside of Cindy's cockhead, causing her to shudder, freezing in place with her tip in Chris's mouth. Sticky wads of spunk squirted across Chris's tongue, quickly filling his mouth. He held it there, teasing Cindy's tip to coax every last drop out of her as her climax tapered off. When it was finally over, Chris gulped down his mouthful of girl-spunk and slowly took Cindy's length into his mouth. He kept his lips tightly sealed around her, slurping loudly as he sucked her clean of spit and cum and sweat before finally pulling back and letting herpopfree. Cindy wobbled a bit and toppled backwards, plopping down onto her chubby rear and panting for breath.
"I… I want to keep her," she gasped.
"Mmf!With an ass like this, I don't blame you!" Liz grunted, giving Chrissie's butt a firmsmack.
Cindy's brow was dotted with sweat. She wiped her forehead, panting heavily for a few seconds before deciding to shed her sweater. She pulled the stuffy garment over her head with some difficulty, thanks to her heaving breasts, briefly revealing her sweaty, stubbly underarms. She hadn't been wearing a bra, so once her sweater was off, Cindy was completely nude. She sat in front of Chrissie, her soft cock hanging idly between her thick thighs, resting atop her drained balls.
With her mouth unplugged, Chrissie let her tongue hang out, drooling and moaning shamelessly as Liz plundered her poor little pussy. Her hips seemed to move on their own, even as Liz lifted her ass for better leverage. Her cute little cock twitched, occasionally drooling arousal as its owner was fucked into the ground. Chrissie couldn't help but stare at Cindy's big, soft breasts. Her pale skin gleamed with sweat, and her puffy nipples looked so tantalizingly suckable. She blushed when she realized that Cindy had caught her looking.
"It's okay, sweetie," Cindy cooed, shuffling closer. "You can look all you want…"
Cindy slid beneath Chrissie's body, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her close. Chrissie found her face pressed square into one of Cindy's steamy armpits. The hair tickled her nose, and she couldn't resist taking a big sniff. She whimpered softly, and her eyelids fluttered as her shaft immediately twitched in response. Liz gasped sharply as Chrissie's boypussy clamped down around her girth.
"Ah!You're cummingagain!?"Liz gasped. "And just fromthat!?Really? You're cumming just from sniffing her pits!? Unbelievable! You havegotto be the most pathetic little sissy I've ever seen!"
Chrissie couldn't respond from the position she was in. She simply kept sniffing, burying her nose in Cindy's sweaty underarm as her little cock twitched and jumped. Little globs of spunk oozed out, dripping onto the floor, much to Liz's amusement.
"Why do you evenhavea cock?" she teased, speeding her thrusts. "I mean, evenifsome girl ever gave you a pity fuck, there's nowayyou'd be able to knock her up with such a sad little load!"
Chrissie pulled her head out of Cindy's armpit and buried it in her cleavage, moaning into her chest. Liz was right. Chrissie knew that now. She was nothing but a sissy little slut, and she wasn't good for anything more than worshipping superior cocks. With her head resting comfortably on Cindy's soft, pillowy bust, Chrissie fully surrendered to Liz's enormous member, practically melting into Cindy as she cradled her.
"I- I'm almost there, Chrissie," Liz hissed, her thrusts becoming more and more rough with each passing second. "I'm-NNF!I'm about to show you what arealload is!"
Chrissie couldn't wait. She rolled her hips in time with Liz's thrusts, grinding against her in an effort to coax her orgasm out just a bit sooner. She lifted her head just enough to wrap her lips around one of Cindy's nipples. She suckled gently as Liz slammed her hips into her rear, furiously pummeling her aching cunt as the heat and pressure within her fat, churning balls finally came to a head. With one last, firm thrust, Liz growled, burying her entire length into Chrissie's tight little pucker.
"Here it comes,slut!"Liz grunted.
With her big, silky balls resting against Chrissie's tight little pouch, it was clear that Liz's load was going to be big. Chrissie's eyes rolled back, and she writhed against Cindy as she moaned into her breast. Cindy softlyshushedChrissie, stroking her hair as Liz's climax began. Chrissie felt her O-ring stretch further as Liz's girth throbbed within her. The first cumshot followed quickly after. Chrissie went cross-eyed as soon as that thick, hot, creamy blast of jizz shot into her guts. Her own little cock twitched furiously, but nothing came out – she was totally spent. Her dry orgasm lasted just as long as Liz's.
Liz groaned and grunted, throwing her head back as shot after sticky shot of girl-spunk erupted into Chrissie's girly little butt. She squeezed Chrissie's rear, digging her fingers into her cheeks as her balls pumped warm, fat wads of cum deep into her new toy. She came for what felt like minutes, shuddering and bucking her hips as she unloaded everything she had into Chrissie until, finally, she was spent. With a satisfied sigh, Liz pulled out, slowly sliding free of Chrissie inch by sticky inch. Her cock came free with a stickyplop,and one last strand of jizz squirted out onto Chrissie's balls. She took a moment to catch her breath, collapsing onto her rear as Chrissie basked in her afterglow, warm in Cindy's soft embrace.
"Th-That…is what a real cock feels like," Liz gasped, shakily getting to her feet.
Chrissie remained silent, still gently suckling on Cindy's tit even as her freshly-used butthole winked and twitched, drooling Liz's warm load out. Spunk bubbled out of Chrissie's newly-deflowered boypussy, trickling down her taint and over her tight little pouch.
"I think I will keep her," Cindy remarked. "She's such a sweetie…"
Chrissie voiced a muffled agreement, closing her eyes and pulling her mouth off of Cindy's nipple. She sighed happily, resting her head against Cindy's soft bust as exhaustion got the better of her and she drifted off to sleep.
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"Chrissie, sweetie! Mommy's home!"
Chrissie eagerly bounded out of the kitchen to greet her mother, dressed in nothing more than a pink apron. She wrapped Cindy in a tight hug, giggling gleefully.
"I got the house nice and clean, Mommy!" Chrissie beamed. "Dinner's almost ready, too!"
"Oh, that's wonderful! Thank you, honey," Cindy replied, smiling warmly.
Chrissie rubbed up against Cindy, nuzzling her chest as she felt the strings of her apron being tugged at. The garment was promptly pulled away by Cindy, revealing Chrissie's hard little cock, a pink ribbon tied neatly around the base.
"I need to cum, Mommy," Chrissie moaned. "I didn't touch it all day, just like you said…"
"You know the rules, baby," Cindy purred.
"Mommy gets milked first," Chrissie replied, dropping to her knees.
"That's right," Cindy cooed, running her hands through Chrissie's hair. "Such a good girl…"