Sissy Sisters Schooling
- 2 years ago
- 35
- 0
Sissy Sisters' Shortcomings free porn video
SISSY SISTERS' SHORTCOMINGS by Throne
"B... but..." Arnold blinked back tears. "I can't wear this if
someone is coming to our house."
He stood there in a sleeveless belly shirt and thong panties, the
former with a splotchy pattern of reds and greens, the latter in bright
yellow. On his small feet were dainty orchid-colored, backless slip-
ons. There was no hair anywhere on his slender body.
His wife Delia, who was several inches taller than him and carried a
good bit of excess weight, most of it in her heavy breasts, hips,
bottom and thighs, looked down at him and curled her full lips
disdainfully. She said, "First of all, it's no longer OUR house.
Since you signed those papers, it's MY house. And second, you will
wear what I say, when I say. And if any of my friends come to see me,
they'll just have to see you too."
His hands went to his hair, which fell over the tops of his ears.
Those longish locks had been trimmed and treated to look rather
unmanly; there was a slight wave in them and their mousy brown was
transformed with subtle blond highlights. Then his fingers moved self-
consciously to his face. Delia had touched up his features with hints
of eye liner, blush, and lip gloss. Again, the effect was calculated
to rob him of his manliness without actually making him resemble a
woman. He just looked like what she was happily turning him into... a
sissy.
Arnold nibbled his lips. His eyes darted from side to side, as if he
was a trapped animal. But when he looked at his wife she was plainly
not backing down. In fact, to demonstrate her power, she went to his
dresser, picked up a woman's brand of roll-on deodorant, and lifted his
arm high. When he didn't protest, she applied the flowery smelling
product to one side and then the other. That gesture put him in his
place. Still, there was a trace of rebellion in his expression. She
liked that. It was fun playing with his mind, letting him imagine that
he still might regain his male status, and then putting him firmly back
into his role of sissy husband.
Delia gazed at Arnold. He looked her up and down, desiring her full
curves but knowing he had already forfeited his claim to her body.
Still, he told himself, there could be a chance to reverse that. For
another half minute she let him think he might assert himself before
she sighed, shook her head in exasperation, and asked, "What is it,
April?"
He opened his mouth to answer but then faltered. Being addressed by
the female name she had given him always weakened his resolve. He took
a breath and managed to find his voice, though he kept the volume low
and the tone humble. Arnold said, "It's just that, well, when you
started all this..."
"When WE started all this," she corrected. "Didn't the two of us
discuss what we needed to do to preserve our marriage?"
"We... I mean..." He always wanted to point out that, though they had
talked about it, she was the one who led the conversations and steered
them where she wanted them to go. But if he mentioned it she would
simply point out that he hadn't made any counter-arguments to convince
her to do other than what she thought was necessary. Somehow he always
felt he was right but invariably got shown that he was wrong. He tried
again, saying, "It's just that... you know... we're husband and wife."
His wife gave him a look of tired patience. She sat her broad bottom
on the recliner and left him standing there uncomfortably. He
considered sitting on the couch across from her but then hesitated.
Sounding like she was trying to explain the obvious to a slow learner,
Delia began, "I never said that we weren't wife and husband. But what
did I have to point out to you?"
Arnold pressed his bare thighs together. It was so hard to stand up
for himself when he looked that way. He said, "Well, you explained
that I'm not able to... um... fulfill my husbandly duties... in the
bedroom."
Adopting the didactic tone of a condescending teacher, she went on,
"And why aren't you able to fill the role of my husband... in bed."
He wanted to end the exchange right there but it was too late. He had
gotten himself trapped by her simple rhetoric again. Lowering his eyes
submissively, he admitted, "I can't be a good husband in bed because...
my penis is sort of small."
She smiled tolerantly, as if amused by an attempt to modify the truth,
and queried, "Sort of? Sort of small? Wouldn't it be more accurate to
describe it as exceptionally small? Tiny? Even ridiculous?"
Delia had him reeling already. It was so easy for her. He blinked
nervously and conceded, "Yes, my penis is unusually small. Miniature.
Laughable." Without being prompted, he mentioned, "I always got
taunted in the locker room at school."
Once she had discovered that last bit of information, Delia had kept
bringing it up, acting solicitous but actually wanting to make him
think about it so much that it would always be just under the surface
of his thoughts. Now she didn't have to reintroduce that embarrassing
memory because she had conditioned him to do it for her. Next, in
rapid succession, she reviewed his other shortcomings: a lack of
lovemaking technique, his obsessions with her exaggerated curves, and
the fact that he had always finished much too soon. What she didn't
mention was that she had encouraged that last problem by teasing him,
visually and physically, before they went to bed, so that he was ready
to pop as soon as they hit the sheets.
"So really," she concluded, "while you are my husband in name, you
can't satisfy me the way a real husband could. That's why we agreed
that you should temporarily avoid intercourse and, so that I wouldn't
be cheated, you should pleasure me with your fingers and mouth."
He wanted to explain that he hadn't agreed to that. Not willingly.
She had manipulated him, using her deft arguments and making him feel
endlessly guilty. Plus, what she described as temporary had stretched
on to over a year, with him only being granted occasional ejaculations,
and all of those being under embarrassing circumstances. But his
willpower, already eroded by month after month of her clever
conditioning, failed him. He mumbled apologies and hung his head in
defeat. She stroked the side of his smooth face.
"Now don't be upset, April. We're only doing what's best... for you."
He stared at her disbelievingly. How was this good for him?
"And naturally," she went on, ignoring his stunned expression, "we'll
keep dressing you in a way that's appropriate for your situation."
Being cut off from sex had been bad enough. And having her turn him
into a virtual slave when she wanted orgasms, that had been worse. But
somehow the way she had started making him dress at home, once she had
him securely under her plump thumb, was the most difficult to bear. It
had started slowly, going from boxers to jockey shorts, and then to
even briefer briefs, and then switching from solids to colors and
flashy patterns. That had led to panties and even the thong type of
female underwear he was currently stuck in. Somewhere along the way
there had been the increasingly effeminate tops, changes in his hair,
and the cosmetics that gave him that oh-so-pansy-boy appearance.
"Now just get yourself relaxed before my guests arrive. And I do want
you to have a good time tonight. That's why I invited one of my
friends to bring her sweet adorable husband." She paused to let him
consider her choice of adjectives. "He's in the same sort of situation
as you are. I'm sure the two of you will get along wonderfully.
You'll have so much to chat about. Like sisters. Sissy sisters.
Won't that be fun for you?"
Arnold stood there goggling at her. His lips began to tremble. He
started to wring his hands. How could she...? What did she...? Why
would...? He couldn't form his scattered upset thoughts into words.
His wife simply stood there, eyebrows raised questioningly, as if
waiting for him to respond. What she was really doing was delighting
in the massive panic attack she had triggered. Delia could feel her
pussy getting wet. She got SUCH a charge out of playing mind games
with him as her victim. Her nipples begged to be touched. The look on
his lightly made-up face was priceless. She feigned concern and
crossed her arms under her full bust, drawing attention to her breasts.
His eyes went down to the focal area she provided. Delia loved to mix
his discomfort with generous helpings of teasing. She went to him and
wrapped her arms around him, raised one hand to put it against the back
of his head, and then applied pressure gently but firmly, to push his
face down into her deep cleavage. She pressed herself against him so
she could check his reaction. Yep. There it was. Inside the thong
panties his puny dick was rising. Pretending to console him, she moved
gently against his body, making sure that he got fully erect.
"I know what will make you feel better," she cooed soothingly.
With that she stepped back, pulled down the front of her stretchy top,
and popped out both of her large, soft and shapely breasts. She cupped
her hands under the globes to raise them slightly, making their jutting
pink nipples more accessible. Arnold moaned softly and opened his
mouth. He lowered his head and caught one of the desirable nubbins
between his lips. Immediately he began sucking on it. His wife had
plenty of little tricks like that to fine tune her control of him. She
let him continue while she murmured approving sounds and stroked his
hair.
Once he was in a fixated reverie she purred, "I'm sure you'll do just
fine with your new friend. Won't you... April?"
Without relinquishing the comforting teat, he nodded slightly. Wanting
to bring him even more deeply under her spell, she reached down and
lightly rubbed the front of his panties, making him squirm and moan.
Delia was tickled by how easy it was to manipulate him. She wanted to
drag him deeper and deeper into his new role. And tonight would enable
her to do exactly that, perhaps to take him to a point from which he
could never fully turn back, to leave him irrevocably changed. He
didn't see the cruel smile on her full lips. She rubbed her fleshy
thigh against the silly little bump in the front of his panties and let
him continue sucking. With cool detachment, she judged the exact
moment when she had brought him as far as she could into maddening
frustration, and then she stepped away, leaving him looking foolish,
still bent forward, mouth still puckered like a suckling baby's. He
brought his head up slowly, dazed by overstimulation, and begged with
his eyes. She gave him an understanding smile, which expressed the
opposite of the devious plans she had made for him.
It was time for her guests to begin arriving. She had Arnold go and
stand inside the front door, uncomfortable in his half-undressed state,
wishing he could at least do something to change the look of his hair
and face. But he knew she would never relent. And that he could never
out-argue her. So he stood there, nervous and twitchy, waiting for the
first visitors. Someone rang the bell all too soon. He opened the
door meekly, praying that no one else would be passing by and might
view him. On the porch stood an exotic looking couple. The man was at
least six feet tall and the woman almost his equal. They wore black
leather and had dark hair. The guy cupped Arnold's chin in his gloved
hand. Arnold could smell the leather. The imposing male stepped
inside, backing the shorter figure up as he advanced. Arnold retreated
clumsily and looked up at his obvious superior. The woman stepped
close and boldly held Arnold's small genitals in the palm of her gloved
hand. She gave a slight squeeze and her victim made a weak frightened
sound. She chuckled and then the two leather-wearers went to see
Delia.
Before Arnold could close the door he saw the next arrivals coming up
the front walk. They were a towering Black man and a petite blond
woman. After they had entered there was a short respite. Then a
threesome appeared. There were a confident and attractive couple, and
trailing them a harried looking man wearing an oversized knit hat and a
long coat with the collar turned up. After the door was closed behind
them, the first man told Arnold to remove the other guy's outerwear.
When Arnold complied, he was shocked to see that underneath the poor
guy had on only a tight black corset and fishnet stockings. The single
garment pushed up the soft flesh of his chest into small pseudo-
breasts. He had a bathing cap on his head, the chin strap pulled tight
and fastened. His eyelids featured just a hint of color and his lips
wore a generous coating of pink-tinted gloss.
The obviously in-control man made a show of putting his arms around the
comely woman and kissing her firmly, running his hands up and down her
body. The figure in the corset stood there looking distressed. Arnold
found out why when the dominating male broke off the kiss and said to
the submitting guy, "If you had kissed her like that, maybe your wife
wouldn't be with me now."
The woman joined in, saying to her cuckold, "That and if you had a
half-decent sized dick."
Arnold shuddered. That was too close to his own problem. The husband
had to get down on his knees and kiss his wife's shapely ass several
times before he was permitted to rise again and follow the couple
further into the house. Arnold could only stand there in a daze. Was
that poor guy the one he was supposed to meet? He had half convinced
himself he was correct when the bell sounded again. As he swung the
door inward he was rattled to see a confident woman with striking
features and a short slender male who looked like... Well, he had on a
sleeveless belly shirt that was a washed-out red color, with the word
WIMP written across its narrow chest. He also wore a pair of bikini
panties in a much brighter shade of crimson. That tiny garment
revealed how little there was between his thighs. He was quite poorly
hung. His feet were encased in ballet slippers. His short hair had
been slightly styled and there were hints of make-up on his face. He
looked like... Arnold. With a sinking feeling, Delia's husband
admitted them. THIS must be who he was intended to meet.
The party went along nicely, with Arnold and his near-twin fitted with
maid's caps before they were set to running and fetching. The guests
stood or sat, chatting while they eyed the unmistakable submissives.
Delia's spouse was too scared to introduce himself to the other sissy
husband, or even to say hello. They went about their duties, making
eye contact with each other occasionally. The woman from the couple in
leather called Arnold and his doppelganger together. She wondered out
loud about which of them was taller and then made them stand back-to-
back, so close that their bottoms pressed against each other. The
other visitors crowded around. Arnold saw his wife smirking at him and
the uncomfortable spot he had been put into. Then the leather woman
had the panty-wearing males face each other and stand even closer.
That didn't have anything to do with comparing their heights, but
neither of them was brave enough to point that out.
"You know," Leather Woman mused, "you two look good like that. How
about if you..." She put the tip of one forefinger to her chin and
looked thoughtful. "... if you put your arms around each other."
There was scattered laughter as the reluctant males embraced. Leather
Woman told them to put their lips together. Arnold was horrified.
Having to hug the other sissy was bad enough, but to be almost kissing
him, and while everyone watched, was unthinkable. Even so, he did it.
His partner moaned miserably. At least he wasn't happy about this,
either. At the same time, Arnold felt something pressing against
him... below the waist. The guy he was in such intimate contact with
had gotten an erection. Arnold felt stirrings of his own. He reminded
himself that he had been denied sex for too long. Any sort of
stimulation might get him aroused, even if the source was one he didn't
desire. He squirmed uneasily in the circle of those slender bare arms.
Delia wanted to know, "Are you enjoying yourself, April?"
The other husband's wife, Tyra, asked, "What do you think of your new
friend, Lester? I mean Lisa."
Arnold, unhappy that the onlookers had heard his girl name, said in a
tiny voice, "I'm... uncomfortable, dear."
Lester, aka Lisa, answered his bride, "My new friend is... sweet."
Arnold cringed to hear himself described that way. He wanted to escape
the embrace but couldn't. And Lester was beginning to rub crotches
with him. Delia told her spouse to return the favor. Both prettified
men ground their hips, which added to the unwanted mutual excitation,
and soon had them both grinding of their free will. Lisa's hand stole
up under April's cropped top and found a nipple. April groped the
front of Lisa's panties. Holding onto each other with one arm apiece,
they continued their shared feeling-up. Without being made to, they
kissed again. It wasn't what he desired, Arnold told himself, at the
same time that his tongue swirled around Lester's.
Their audience made comments. "They sure got friendly fast." "I'll
bet this is what they both wanted all along." "I know the type.
Secret sissies with dinky dicks." "I wonder what else they'd enjoy
doing together." "Maybe we should give them some suggestions." All
the watchers laughed at how rattled both husbands looked when they
heard that last remark.
The Black man said, "I think they'd like to suck nipples."
His blond companion added, "Right. They should do it on the carpet, in
the 69 position."
Several people clapped approvingly. Delia and Tyra began snapping
instructions, getting their spouses out of their panties and down on
the floor, Arnold on his back and Lester on hands and knees above him.
They were lined up, chests to mouths. Tyra put her foot on Lester's
back and said, "Down, girl. Give April's nipples some mouth-loving."
"The same for you, April," Delia said with amusement. "Lick them and
suck them."
Lester sank down until lips and tongues were able to make contact with
nipples. Both sissy males began to lavish attention on those sensitive
buds. Suddenly they were moaning and writhing from how good it felt.
Their penises were rigid. Their balls drawn up tight. Their cheeks
pink with excitement and disgrace. They were thinking that they were
straight but they couldn't deny how hyper this was making them feel.
Pre-cum leaked from their members. The women took each of them by the
hair and gently -- but not too gently -- coaxed them to move lower, so
that they had to kiss their way over lower chest and stomach, until
they reached the dreaded location of crotches denuded of hair. Each
was stressed out to find a penis bumping him under his chin. The wives
kept moving them in the desired direction until they had those
straining dicks nudging repeatedly against their lips.
"Go on," Delia told her husband. "You know you want to."
"You too," insisted Tyra to her spouse. "I saw the way you ogled April
the moment you saw her. Do it."
Pushed by external and internal forces, the girly men extended their
tongues and flicked them against the leaking rods. They felt the rush
of sexual energy at being touched that way and knew that the only way
to make sure it didn't stop was to keep doing the same thing that was
being done to them. So two mouths experimented, lapping slowly,
ringing lips around dick heads, swallowing successive inches. Those
penises were so small that it wasn't difficult to deep throat them,
which is what the two husbands wound up doing. As they sucked and
tongued, desperate to keep their own pleasure at a peak, everyone
stayed close and watched with sadistic glee. Most of them had their
phones out and were taking pictures. They had snuck a few shots
earlier, before Arnold and Lester's features were hidden by the
nearness of the bodies they serviced. By showing the images together
they could make sure anyone seeing them would know who was giving and
getting head.
Delia made the pair slow down. She wanted to draw this out as long as
she could, traumatize the unwilling sissies as severely as possible.
Tyra told them to use their hands everywhere they could reach. The two
responded well. In a mounting frenzy they groped and sucked. The wild
scene went on and on. At last Delia judged the time to be right.
She told them, "You have two choices, girls. You can stop now and not
suffer the shame of finishing a blowjob and getting a mouth full of
cum. Well, maybe not full. You both have such small balls that your
loads shouldn't be too large. The only problem with choice number one
is that it'll leave you with aching balls, hornier than you've ever
been in your lives. The other choice is to keep gobbling dick and have
your partner spurt on your tongue. Ewww. If you do that, of course,
you'll be branded as sissy faggots. We'll put you together on a
regular basis and expect you to perform shows for us. Who know what
else we'll decide is appropriate for you to do. But, like I said, it's
up to you. So we'll just watch and see what happens.
The men were trapped. Either alternative was bad. But they were
straight (weren't they?) and didn't want to acquire the status of sissy
faggots. Especially because that would be long term. They wanted to
stop. But they couldn't. Each of them tried to slow down. That
worked somewhat, but it also made them more desperate to finish. And
the only way to achieve that was... well... to finish what had been
started. They were sobbing and eating dick at the same time, feeling
all those eyes on them, knowing that their humiliation was being
recorded.
Arnold clutched Lester's buttocks, digging his fingers into their
yielding roundness. He jabbed a finger into his butt, trying to ruin
his mood before he could shoot. Lester pinched Arnold's nipples,
similarly thinking he could prevent him from climaxing. Their efforts
backfired, however, as the extra jolts of stimulation drove them over
the edge. They groaned and arched their backs, loosing control,
launching their seed into each other's mouths. They swallowed and wept
and felt it running warmly out of the corners of their lips. Because
they tried to cut it short, they spoiled their ejaculations. It was a
mess, literally and figuratively. Everyone else clapped and cheered
and made more nasty remarks.
"That proves it. They were sissies all along."
"Two of a kind. Give them a dick in the mouth and they're happy."
"And now they'll get that whenever they're paired up."
"Which will be often. It's so nice that we brought two young lovers
together."
The forced sissies were disgraced. They tried to wipe the excess cream
off their faces but their wives made them lick each other's features.
Then they ordered them to share a deep prolonged kiss. And to use
their hands on each other. Now that their passion had been sated, it
was much worse to be so intimate. Still, afraid of getting into
trouble with their controlling wives, they kissed and fondled and even
spoke words of endearment. Then two of the men expertly bound them
together in a sort of 69 position, except that their faces were pressed
between each other's buttocks. Then a bizarre garment was produced, a
sort of straight jacket for two, which was wrapped around them and
belted, so that they were held even more inescapably in that hellish
position, their heads and butts uncovered.
"I'd say this evening was a complete success," Delia declared.
"Absolutely," Tyra agreed. "Now that we've got them in touch with
their real selves, we'll have to put them together several times a
week. We can make them dress... and apply cosmetics... to each other.
It will be endless fun."
"And that's the way it should be, when your husbands are sissy
sisters... with obvious shortcomings between their smooth hairless
legs."
******
Louise
- 19.11.2021
- 30
- 0
