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SNIVELING SISSY SISTERS by Throne
I got to my girlfriend Denise's house and was greeted inside the door by
her sissy husband. He was in one of his typical outfits, very girly and
tight enough to show off his slender figure. It was a cropped baby tee
and yoga pants, along with ballet slippers. His hair was parted in the
middle and only reached over the tops of his ears. He did a little
curtsey, like he's been trained to do, which brought a slight blush to
his cheeks. He didn't have any make-up on at the moment, just some clear
lip gloss, so the added pinkness was a nice touch.
Looking down at him I said, "How's it going, sissy?"
He surprised me by saying, "It's going fine... sucking cocks."
That made me pause and rub my chin. I tried again with, "So you're
having a good day?"
His reply was, "I'm having a fine day... licking balls." It was obvious
that saying those things was embarrassing him terribly.
That was when I heard a tittering laugh from the other room, and in
walked Denise. As usual, she was six kinds of sexy, coming toward me in
a crochet dress with noting under it. The way it showed off her big bust
and wide hips had me just about drooling.
She wanted to know, "Do you like the way sissy Babwa talked to you?"
"It was cool but what's going on?"
"I was in a naughty mood, Tony, and wanted to shame her more than usual,
if that's possible. So I told her that whenever she says anything, she
has to include something about dirty sex."
It was my turn to laugh. "That's pretty damned funny," I told her.
Then, to Babwa, I said, "How about this weather we're having?"
She shifted her feet nervously and said, "The weather's nice... if I get
to kiss ass."
"That's priceless," I told Denise, then took her in my arms and gave her
a long deep kiss, the kind that reminds her husband that he's a sissy
cuckold and that I'm the man who beds his wife.
Denise told me, "Mindy's coming over, so we'll get to hear her talk to my
sissy, too."
We went and got a couple of sodas and then the doorbell rang. By the
time we got there Babwa had answered it and Mindy was inside, along with
her sissy spouse.
The new arrival smirked at Babwa and said, "I like what you're wearing."
The sissy wrung her hands and looked uncomfortable as she responded, "It
makes me look pretty... while I play with my tiny dick."
Mindy chortled and glanced questioningly at her friend. Denise explained
the game and Mindy asked Babwa, "Have you been playing with it much?"
The cuckold was confused. How should she work sex into answering a
question that was already about that subject? Babwa bit her lower lip,
pressed her elbows against her sides, and finally came up with, "I've
been playing with it a lot... while touching my nipples." He sounded
close to sobbing from humiliation.
Cowering behind Mindy was Coco. The zaftig woman snapped her fingers
and, without bothering to look at him, said, "Off with that overcoat,
wimp."
He cringed but did what he was told. As the long coat came off we saw
that he had on a stiff posture collar, tight corset (which pushed up his
soft chest into mini-boobies), snug panties, fishnet stockings, and slip
on shoes. His hair was only an inch long but teased up and then sprayed
to keep it that way. She made him remove that footwear and take a pair
of woman's shoes with three inch heels from inside the coat, which he had
draped over the back of a chair. When he put his feet into them she made
him strut around, wagging his plump bottom and stroking his 'bust'. He
was as disgraced as Babwa had been. I could see that he was trying not
to let his eyes meet mine. His type really doesn't want to have to
confront a regular guy like me.
The thing is that treating their emasculated husbands that way, making
them so uneasy, really turns on the girls, which means a better time in
the bedroom for me. And for Max. I asked where he was and Mindy said
he'd be in in a minute.
"He had to stay in the car to get the sports scores. You guys and your
football. Or baseball. Or whatever."
I turned to Babwa and said, "You like sports, don't you, girl?"
With a catch in his whispery voice he said, "I looove, sports... and wish
I could shower with those hunky guys."
That provoked more laughter, just as Max came in carrying two six packs
of beer. He wanted to know what was so funny.
"Ask Babwa," I suggested.
He did and the shame-faced husband said, "I was the butt of a joke... but
I'd rather be the butt in an orgy."
Max gave Mindy a puzzled look and she explained the trick. He grinned
and put his hand on the back of Babwa's slim neck to give it a hard
squeeze. She yelped and hugged herself.
"Let's all head to the rec room," Denise decided, "so we can have some
more fun with the sissies."
When we got there and found spots on the two couches, the cuckolds
dutifully moved to the center of the room. I noticed Denise rubbing her
thighs together. She was getting totally aroused just by watching the
helpless hubbies stand there fidgeting. Well, watching them and thinking
up what to do next.
She gave me a kiss and then looked at them and said, "Did you just see me
lock lips with my man? Why don't you two do that with each other? I
know that fairies like you really get off on that. Don't you?"
They both nodded before they turned to face each other. We all knew that
any kind of contact between them was the last thing they wanted. Their
wives didn't always make them do any of that. The girls saved it for
when they were in an especially mean mood. The sissies never knew when
it was coming and I'm sure they always hoped it wouldn't be until later.
No such luck. They moved their faces closer to each other and parted
their lips. I saw their tongues peeking out and stole a look at Denise,
who was watching them avidly.
Babwa and Coco pressed their mouths together and held onto each other's
upper arms. Mindy told them to let their hands roam and they had to run
their fingers over shoulders and ribs and down to bottoms. Denise made
Coco cup Babwa's crotch in one hand. He held onto the undersized penis
and testicles unhappily. Mindy made Babwa dip her face down and lick
Coco's nipples, then suck on them, while also doing some crotch fondling.
Then Coco had to use his mouth on the other sissy's chest the same way,
through the thin material of the top he wore, leaving two obvious wet
spots.
Too bad for the cuckolds, but the stimulation gave them both hard-ons.
That set off snickering from the women and chuckles from us guys. Max
and I cracked a couple of beers and each took a long swallow. We sighed
contentedly, making sure it was loud enough for the wussies to hear. My
buddy even managed to produce a noisy belch.
Mindy slapped him playfully on the arm and said, "You guys can be such
animals."
He told her, "You never complain about it... in the bedroom."
She giggled girlishly and leaned against him, one hand going to his upper
arm to feel how firm his bicep was. Denise noticed and, not to be
outdone, wriggled up against me and rubbed my thigh. At the same time
the unlucky sissies hadn't been given an order to stop, so they had to
continue their public make-out scene. The girls got back to telling them
what to do, first making Babwa kneel and kiss Coco's belly, then having
Coco get down behind Babwa -- with that corset cutting into Coco's middle
-- to smooch his butt. It was pretty damn funny to watch the losers obey
like the weaklings they were, but more importantly it was getting the
women hotter and hotter.
That was when I came up with a brilliant idea. I remembered leaving a
roll of tape there the previous weekend after I painted the frame of the
picture window in the front of the house. I announced that I had just
gotten a brainstorm and that I'd be right back. When I returned with the
roll of blue painter's tape everyone was waiting expectantly. The sissy
husbands sensed that something bad was about to happen and it showed on
their pale smooth faces.
I called the girls over to where their husbands were standing uncertainly
and then told the wimps to pull back their little dicks and balls, and
then sqeeze their thighs together to hold everything in place. Next I
had the wives wrap several loops of tape tightly around those upper legs,
holding them together and making it impossible for the 'tucked' parts to
escape. When I told the cucks to walk around they had to take tiny
mincing steps, which set off more laughter. It was hilarious to see
their boy bits peeking out below their hairless butts.
Then I told the losers, "Here's the deal, you queers. I know it's
already been a long time since either of you were allowed to squirt your
baby-sized dicks. And it's going to be a lot longer after tonight. I
mean, you are going to have balls so blue that they'll be purple. But
I'm a nice guy so you get a chance to have some fun before you have to go
celibate. Each of you is going to try to get the other one off, while
you stay taped like that. And if you don't make a good effort, if I
think you're just faking it, well... you don't want to know what's going
to happen then, because it's not going to be pretty."
Denise and Mindy were delighted. When their shame-faced spouses didn't
react right away, the girls moved in and grabbed them by their shoulders,
turning them to face each other. Denise had them play with each other's
nipples. Then Mindy told them to get back-to-back. Their undersized
members were poking out, stiff and ready for action. But what could
they do about it? Coco's wife ordered them to rub themselves together,
rump to rump, and get as much friction as they could going against their
dicks.
It was too funny to see them like that, pressing their behinds together
and keeping them moving, managing to get some stimulation for their needy
organs, but not even coming close to gaining satisfaction. They had to
keep at it, becoming more and more humiliated, aroused by not relieved,
while their wives went from being amused to getting increasingly turned
on.
Max declared that the sissies might do better if they used their hands on
each other, so they turned face-to-face and had to reach around to touch
those trapped dicklets. That left them with their arms around each
other, working blindly to give each other satisfaction. It was better
then their previous efforts, but still fell short of getting them what
they wanted. Denise suggested that they nibble on each other's ears and
bite their necks while they kept trying. I leaned forward to take in the
absurd sight, and started to share the girls' penchant for getting worked
up by all that disgrace.
The husbands looked close to tears as they struggled to make their
backwards-positioned penises shoot. They hated what they were doing but
their desperation made them keep trying. The threat of a very long time
without orgasms was potent motivation. And the warning that a lukewarm
effort would earn them some unspeakable punishment made them give it
their best effort.
Denise wanted to know, "What's the matter, missies? Don't you WANT to
empty your balls? Maybe you get a thrill from not being allowed to
finish. Is that it? What a couple of perverts. But keep trying anyway.
How about if you..." She paused for effect, then concluded, "... take
turns getting down on your knees and using your mouths back there?"
Both of their lower lips were trembling. This was an awful ordeal for
two guys who still considered themselves straight, despite the way their
wives made them look and act. Even so, they did as told, with Babwa
sinking to his knees first. He got his face close to its target and
tenatively opened his mouth. Looking unhappy about it, he nevertheless
got the head of Coco's immature dick between his lips and gave it a few
experimental sucks. The standing sissy moaned and pushed back to urge
him to work harder.
Denise said, "Lap his balls, Babwa."
Mindy reminded her friend's husband, "The better you do it for him, the
more you'll get back when it's your turn."
Poor kneeling Babwa made an impressive effort but the way Coco's dick was
bent back hindered him and he wasn't able to pull the other's trigger.
Then it was time for them to switch. I had Babwa stay down and put his
hands and elbows on the carpet. On all fours, he felt Coco trying to
access his oddly positioned junk. With that posture collar on it was
even harder for Coco, on all fours, scrunched down and slurping
furiously, making wet sounds, but still not putting his partner over the
top.
Max said, "Hey, Coco. Why don't you get your sissy face between your
girlfriend's buttcheeks? That's right. Get all the way in there. Now
kiss her where she's nice and tight." It was Babwa's turn to moan with
pleasure. "And use your tongue. Give her a deep kiss. Real deep."
Coco understood what Max wanted and let out a whimper. We could tell
that Coco was obeying because Babwa sighed and then began to pant. We
made Coco go back and forth between butt probing and cock (if you could
call that itty bitty thing a cock) sucking. It went on and on but there
still wasn't any explosion. The girls were hypnotized by what they were
watching. They licked their lips and rubbed their thighs. Yep, my
inspiration had worked. Denise and Mindy were as heated up as I had ever
seen them. It was time.
I signalled Max and we both got up, offered our hands to our dates, and
led them toward the bedrooms. Both women looked back, fascinated by
their sissified spouses' degradation. We had to wait an extra minute
while they whispered to each other about how amazingly hot this all was.
"You know what I like," Denise said to her friend. "Those two girly-boys
don't even know each other's male names."
"That's right," Mindy agreed. "I hadn't thought of that. And they've
never seen each other except as sissies. It's all so exciting."
"My pussy is just about dripping."
I declared, "And my cock is hard. So can we PLEASE hit the sheets?"
We paired off into two bedrooms and intentionally left the doors open so
the unlucky sissies could hear us. Max and I are both 'one hour' men, so
it was about sixty minutes before we were done having wild loud sex with
those wives. Then we enjoyed the afterglow for a while before pulling
ourselves together enough to go and see what the pansy boys were doing.
Because no one had told them to stop, they were STILL trying to get each
other to pop their rocks, lying stretched out in opposite directions and
using their hands. We all hooted with laughter. Max and I got fresh
beers and the women helped themselves to sodas. Sitting on the couches,
well sated, we spent another half hour with the wimp hubbies, who were
sobbing from frustration, urgently trying to complete their impossible
task. At long last we told them to stop. Denise, remembering that by
then they had both used their mouths on each other's back doors, made
them share a lingering kiss.
The final indignity was they they had to talk lovingly to each other,
using high whispery voices, saying how much they had enjoyed their make-
out session, and going into detail about all the naughty things they had
done. There were some more sissy kisses and fondling before we at last
relented and allowed them to stop.
That was when I revealed my big surprise. I had gone on line and found a
couple of chastity tubes that were small enough for their puny pee-pees.
The wives were fascinated by the devices. We had the guys untape each
other while Max went to the fridge and got a freezer pack, the kind you
put in a cooler. The girls used it to make their sissies' dicks, at last
free, shrink to even smaller sizes. Then they slipped the chastity tubes
-- pink plastic with miniature daisies printed on them -- into place.
They put the padlocks on but didn't close them yet.
Mindy said, "We gave you faggy guys a chance to pop each other's corks,
but I suppose you'd rather wait... and wait... and wait. You are soooo
kinky." She tittered. "So let's lock you up, safe and sound -- or maybe
chaste and sound -- for about..." She put a look of deep thought on her
pretty face. "... how long?"
Denise smiled and said, "We don't want to be cruel, so let's start with
just... six weeks."
The guys were not happy. I heard them sniffle. They looked at each
other for support. I saw their eyes meet and couldn't resist saying,
"But don't worry, you sniveling sissy sisters, because we're going to let
you have plenty of fun-time together, just like tonight. Of course, it
might be sort of uncomfortable while you're wearing those dick-
thimbles... but that's what happens to faggy boys who can't make each
other squirt."
That was when the wives clicked home the locks on their husband's
pitifully little dicks. Max and I raised our beers, reached them toward
each other, and tapped them together in a toast to the sissy sisters'
sentence of chastity. Denise had them get close again and toy with each
other's nipples. When they felt how confining their chastity tubes were,
they started to mewl sadly. And that got the women's sexual temperatures
mounting once more.
Max looked at me and said, "Nice job, buddy. The tape thing and
especially those dingus cages. Looks like it's going to be a wild six
weeks."
"Yeah," I said with cheerful confidence. "Or maybe six months. Their
balls are going to be super-sore."
The wives looked from the sissies to each other and then to us, their
eyes wide with renewed hunger. That was when I decided that six months
was the better choice. At LEAST six months.
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