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Pansy loved being a sissy. She loved how she felt mincing hand in hand
with her sister in her sky high Fuck Me platform pumps. She loved how
completely constricted her tightly laced corset made her feel, and how it
seemed to enslave her to a piece of clothing that was controlling her
every move.
As wonderful as it felt getting closer to her ultra-sissy destiny, if was
magnified a thousand times because she was mincing hand in hand down the
dirty alley with her sexy older sissy Prissy. "OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING
MEN CUM!" The two sissiest of sisters sang out these words in girlish
glee. Pansy and Prissy Pumpscock where united at last.
Prissy was the older sissy because she had huge fake big girl balloon
boobies, the kind Pansy always dreamed of having, so she must be older
and wiser. Pansy only had little tiny sissy girl tits, and was going to
have to pray to the boobie fairy for her own pair of beach ball bosoms.
Still, a lot of guys liked tiny sissies like Pansy, and would fuck her
extra hard and rough because she was so clearly a sissy. She just needed
to be grateful for their hard cocks, and be extra sissy swishy in order
to draw their attention.
Pansy loved how Prissy's jugs bounced as she walked. She was amazed at
how her sister just knew exactly how to move in order to maximizing the
jiggling of her boobies. Boing! Boing! Boing! Each step caused them the
dance about in an obscene display. They must be a magnet for cocks, Pansy
thought. If Pansy had torpedo tits like that she'd be able to make so
many more men cum, and that's all that mattered, right?
As she pranced besides her older sister, feeling so proud to be a total
sissy faggot made to make men cum, and so lucky to have Prissy Pumpscock,
the best big sissy sister in the whole wide world to make sure that Pansy
was always doing everything she could to be a better, more ridiculous,
more ultra sissy slave to real men's cocks.
She smiled, dreamily, and started visualizing what her ideal chest would
be and the sudden image of herself with the most massive pair of beach
ball balloon boobs projecting obscenely from her chest sprang instantly
to mind; twice as massive as her sister's and ten times as fake looking.
She just knew that someday she would be a big girl like her sister, and
make her proud with all the men she made cum.
Pansy thought about how important it was that sissy sister help each
other out. It was so easy to forget who you were. There was always this
little voice in your head telling you that you weren't a sissy, that it
was ridiculous to behave this way, and how you needed to stop acting like
a pansy devoted to pumping men's cocks because you didn't really want men
to drown you with their sperm, but all you had to do was take a look at
your sissy sister to know that , "OMG, I need to be making men cum!"
Prissy smiled back at her cum hungry little sister and knew exactly what
to say. "OMH, I need to be making men cum!" She loved talking with her
sister. No one understood her like Prissy.
As they got close to the end of the alley, a voice called out to them
from behind a large, full trash dumpster. "Hey, what you two's up to?"
Pansy and Prissy froze in the tracks and turned towards him. It was a
man. It was a man that needed to cum. "OMG."
They could just tell. It was instinctual. Every fiber of their being was
devoted to making men cum, and a key part of that was just able to know
when a man was horny and needed to skull fuck a hot, wet hole. Pansy and
Prissy Pumpscock knew that this man wanted to cum and that they needed to
make him cum, hard.
The two sissiest strutted towards him. He was ugly, and filthy, his
stained white uniform indicating that he had just gotten done cooking a
lot of food. Dangling from his lips was a half-smoked cigarette.
Prissy leaned into him on his left side, making sure that her huge, firm
jugs rubbed against his chest. She looked into his eyes and said in her
most seductive voice, "Oh my god. I need to be making men cum." Pansy
could see the bulge in his pants twitch with his words. She could also
feel her sissy clit bob uncontrollably inside her ruffle butt panties at
the sexiness of her sister's words.
"Is that so?" His stubby fingers started tracing her name printed on the
choker around her neck. "You must be Prissy."
Prissy Pumpscock licked her lips, leaned into him harder, and moaned,
"OMG." Her mouth just looked like it was made for nothing more than to be
wrapped around a man's cock.
Turning towards Pansy, the man looked into her eyes and asked, "and what
about you? What's your name?"
Pansy blushed furiously, intensely excited that this drop dead sexy man
was talking to her, and asking her a question. She leaned into him, not
nearly as forcibly as Prissy.
Then she started to stutter. She started to answer his question by
saying, OMG, I need to be making men cum, but that wasn't what he'd asked
her. She had to obey him. "Oh, my... my... my... name... OMG... my name
ith Panthy Pumpthcock."
OMG, she had a lisp. When she talked to men, she had the sissiest, most
humiliating lisp in the world. The idea made her feel weak, and lean into
the man, and say. "OMG, I need to be making men cum."
"Well, you two girls are in luck, because I need to have my balls
drained."
The two sissies looked into each other's eyes, smiled, and said, "OMG!"
Suddenly noticing the fine corset underneath the man's clothes that Pansy
was wearing, the man looked at her and said, "why are you hiding this?
You need to get out of this silly outfit," and started pulling the dress
shirt off of Pansy, throwing it into the dumpster.
Seeing Pansy in the tightly laced pink corset with breast meat
overflowing her cups, combined with the man's dress pants and Gucci
platform sky high Fuck Me Pumps, the man smiled and said, "much better."
Pushing each of the sissies down with his hands he said, "now be quick
about it girls. I only have a few minutes."
His command flipped a switch in the two sisters. He was a man who needed
to cum fast. Kneeling down on either side of his crotch Prissy started
unbuckling his belt as Pansy cupped his balls through his pants.
Unzipping his soiled trousers, the two sissy cock slaves pulled his pants
down around his ankles. Their two faces instantly dove into his crotch as
they started caressing the outline of his shaft through his underwear. As
his cock went from semi hard to fully erect, Prissy started running her
lips up and down it as Pansy went underneath and started mouthing his
large balls. As they massaged his cock and balls with their lips they
moaned, creating a soft duet of pure sissified lust.
As Prissy started pulling down on his underwear with her teeth, Pansy
went around to his ass and started pulling them down from the back.
As his erection sprang free before them, the two sissies froze staring at
it.
It was at this moment that Pansy Pumpscock learned something new about
her. She hadn't noticed it with the first cock she had ever worshipped,
being too excited to think. This time she could feel her brain cataloging
every detail of this man's cock. Her mind created a map of each vein
along the shaft. She notice its taper, and the overly large mushroom
head. She was drinking in every detail, and as she did she noted that she
could instantly compare and contrast those details against the other cock
she had drained an hour ago. She noticed how the circumcision created a
starker contrast between the head and the shaft, and how wide open his
pee hole was, compared to the other one.
It only took Pansy a split second to catalog his cock, and as she did she
could tell that her sister Prissy was doing the same thing. She wondered
how many more cocks Prissy had stored in her head, and how that knowledge
helped her to man men cum.
The man grabbed each of the sissies by the hear, and pulled Prissy's face
hard onto his cock. "You, get to work." Prissy started forcing her face
down hard onto his shaft. Pansy could tell that the wideness of his head
was giving her sister some trouble by the obscene gagging noises she was
making, and the face that he wasn't already balls deep, even though his
shaft wasn't any more than six inches long.
Pulling hard on Pansy's hair, he directed the sissy to around behind him,
instructing her, "you, faggot, show me how well you can clean my ass with
your tongue. I want to feel you real deep up my shit pipe."
Pansy hurriedly went behind him on her knees. It had never occurred to
her that she had been doing this, but she did need to make men cum, and
this was what he needed to have done in order to do that.
Prying apart the man's hairy butt cheeks, she could smell the musk coming
from his ass. As Pansy stuck out her tongue and started inching closer to
his hole, she could feel Paul wrestling for control of his body. She
could feel him screaming inside her head in disgust. He started pulling
back in revulsion.
"No you don't." Paul could feel the man tightening the grip on his hair.
"Get to work, faggot."
Paul struggled as he tried to deal with the man's words. He wasn't a
faggot, he was Pansy Pumpscock, and he didn't lick men's asses. He needed
to make men cum. But this man was calling him a faggot, and a faggot does
whatever it takes to make men cum and he did whatever it took to make men
cum and so he was a faggot and so he needed to lick his smelly ass.
The struggle to make sense of it all cause Paul to weaken his resistance
to the man trying to force his face into his ass.
"Lick, faggot." The man's command gave Pansy a chance to take back some
control. So as Paul tried to pull away from his ass, Pansy made his lips
form a perfect seal on his asshole and forced her tongue to dance all
around his rosebud.
They were two people now. Paul, struggling to free himself from this
man's grip, and Pansy Pumpscock, worshipping man ass. As the new tastes
that came from licking this man's butt washed over Paul the completely
and utter sissified depravity of the situation seemed to wash over him.
She moaned into his ass, "OHMM MMMM MMMMGD MM MEEEEM MOOO MAAAAA MEEEEEM
MMMMMMMM."
Pansy Pumpscock found out at that moment that she was the best ass
licking sissy faggot in the world. As the man thrust hard into Prissy's
face, Pansy ran her tongue and lips all around his hole and ass crack. As
he pulled out, Pansy started tongue fucking him hard and deep.
She could tell that she was doing a good job by the sweet things he was
saying about them. "That's right faggot. Worship my shit pipe. Show me
how much you need to taste where I shit." And, "I'm going to choke you
with my cock. You don't need to breathe, you just need to worship my
cock, faggot. Take it. Choke on it. That's it. Gag, slut."
As he sang these sweet praises to him she could hear Prissy sputtering
and gagging on his shaft. Pansy wondered if she could do as good a job as
her sissy sister and worshipping his cock.
And just then, something changed. His thrusts started slowing down and
getting more determined. Pansy grabbed onto his legs and started
rhythmically tonguing his ass to match his pumps.
And then she could hear Prissy gasp for air and she was pulled off his
cock. Take it..." he hissed. "All over your face...." Pansy lapped his
shit hole around and around deeply as he came.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," his moans echoed down the deserted alley.
The man pulled up his pants and walked back into the restaurant, not
saying a word. Behind him knelt Prissy and Pansy, Prissy's face and hair
coated with cum, her lipstick in ruins, and her makeup running down her
eyes.
The two sissy sisters looked at each other and smiled. "OMG, I need to be
making men cum," they giggled.
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