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Fine feeling lingerie -- Chapter Three
Sissy James was lying there on his single bed in a black baby doll and self-support stockings, for me. He wore a wig of blonde hair, falling around his shoulders as he wriggles beneath my fingers, that piston in and out of his willing boi-pussy.
I couldn't help but feel greedy, as I looked at this slightly built young sissy, dressed to please me, offering his body to me as he does, looking so vulnerable and cute.
"You'll do this with me again?" He whined, as I pushed those two digits in and out of his well-opened boi-pussy, "Will you, pretty... uh, uh... please?"
I'd found `that bit' my sissy liked to be touched so much, groaning loudly as once more I begin to withdraw my fingers from his hungry hole, that kinda tries to hold onto my fingers as I pull them out and stand.
"Why stop?" He asks, looking over his left shoulder, voice betraying his frustration.
"Why stop?" I repeat, "Why stop?" I repeat once more, looking down to my young sissy, dressed to delight: "Because I want more, much more than fingering that sweet hole of yours..." I inform him.
I stand up from the bed and swat his left buttock, "Time to become a woman!" Sissy looks to me as I grin. And, for a moment I think he'll bottle out, so again I pause to ask, "You okay with this?"
"Oh yes," he tells me, "It's just that I've not done this before and, I want it and..."
Sissy was rambling anxious and rambling.
Caressing my hardon, which already leaks pre-cum, I look at my young sissy and tell him, "Look, it won't hurt for long and, I'm pretty sure you'll like it."
"Oh I'm sure I will. I want you to take me... and sex me, will you?" He murmurs.
I look to him in response, grin and smile.
Then James looks over his right shoulder as I undress, his eyes opening wider as he notices my erection, standing proud and, he actually smiles.
Then kneeling between his outstretched small, slim nylon-covered legs I ease up the nighties hem, to reveal his pert buttocks, encased in delicate nylon and lace edged panties.
All the time he watches me, nervousness show in his bulging eyes; the moment was near for him to be mine; he knew that.
And, I'd wanted to grin, as he'd subconsciously licked his top lip.
It seemed that I'd been right about my young sissy. Nevermind his doubts and concern's, he was ready: after all, there he was, lying on his belly, dressed to please and, a delight to my eyes.
`His buttocks await my attentions,' I'd mused, idly licking my own lips.
"Have you ever used poppers?" I ask my sissy softly, as I reached to my trouser pockets, for the small brown bottle with the golden label.
Handing it to James I tell him, "Take the top off, keep the bottle sealed with your thumb; then seal off one nostril. Then take off your thumb, breathe in the contents and hold your breath..." Then I add, "And James?"
"Yes," He answers, his voice quaking a little.
"Be sure to put the cap back on, it evaporates fast, alright?"
"Yessir..." he answers, still sounding nervous; but trusting me, my sissy does as I've commanded, as I bend forward, to ease those panties from his young, firm flesh.
I ease them from his legs, as he inhales and holds his breath. Then my left hand cups his left butt-cheek, his young, firm butt-cheek, as my right glides up the smoothness of my sissies nylon-clad leg, then round to the inside of his thighs.
He whimpers at my touch. The poppers have done their thing and my sissy is ever-so sense-heightened, to my touch. He trembles and quakes and whimpers some more, as I caress his young body with my left hand I continued to explore his crack, with my finger finding his lubed boi-pussy and, my young sissy wriggled his bottom as if to encourage my actions. Yet I needed no encouragement, I wanted his body.
My finger pressed slowly forward against his tight muscles, which part easily enough for me and he sighs at the penetration. Then he groans as I add a second finger to the first, widening his, relaxing the sissy for what will follow and, he groans into the pillow as I do so.
"Use some more of the popper honey," I suggest to James, as he thrusts his butt toward those fingers, his excitement quite evident now.
He does as suggested, being sure to put the cap back on, then drops the bottle to the carpeted floor, as I continue to use and abuse his hole, for our benefit. I want my sissy as ready for what will follow as possible and, the was we're going, it seems we're getting there...
As I feel my young sissy tighten up against my fingers as I withdraw them I hear him moaning with dissatisfaction; "Why?" He whines, looking back at me, eyes wide.
I caress his face with my left hand, as I lower myself forward, parting his legs further apart with my own, "Because now is the moment you wanted."
And, holding my proud erect cut cockhead against his sphincter, I whisper, "If you still want to be my girl?"
"Be your girl?" He repeats, as I ease forward, my hands on his hips.
"Yes my sissy," I hiss into his ear, "I like you; you're willing and sexy and yes... if this works out, I'll want you to be my girl..."
His boi-pussy is tight and hot and he groans long and softly, as I enter inch by inch, till my few pubes are resting against his smooth butt-cheeks.
Then taking my weight on my arms, I lean forward to kiss my sissies neck and ears and I begin to pump my length in and out that receptive hole. And soon, we develop a rhythm, as I thrust forward and he pushes back and our bodies are midst a blissful sweaty union, when my sissy turns to me and pleads, "Kiss me..."
My lips find his soft lips, which part at my insistence as I use my tongue to take oral possession of my sissy, my balls slapping `gainst his flesh as I drive back and forth, my actions getting faster by the minute.
I know I won't last long, now; but it hardly matters, too much. I've already decided that this won't be the last time with my sissy; after all, he tastes good, is compliant to my touch and needs and, I do kinda like James and, his need to explore his femme side, for our benefit.
And the tensing in my thighs announces the onset of my orgasm an, I lean forward to bite at the left side of sissies neck, where it curves down to his shoulder, as I feel my balls churn seconds before I release my sperm, deep into sissies bowels.
"Aw fuck!" I exclaim, then bite again, my hands clutching at sweet, firm young flesh, as I shoot volley after volley into sissies hole an, muscles clamp down on my wilting flesh as I finish.
"Don't stop..." James whines, looking back at me, as I kneel back onto my haunches drawing myself from that tight, luxurious feeling boi-pussy.
"Oh, there's more to come..." I grin, holding his butt cheeks apart, as his gaping hole closed, an my creamy seed slowly trickling from his crinkled pucker.
"Really?" He asks, a note of eagerness to his voice.
"Uh huh," I tell him, before leaning forward to lick up what I see, then begin to tongue my sissies tender hole.
"Oh yes," he squeals in a very girlish fashion, "that's lovely... don't stop..."
And, as my sissy squirms beneath my enquiring tongue, I can't help but think, `I am definitely cumming here again...!"
Eventually sissy has no more cream to provide and I roll away from those firm buttocks, that I slap at and smile, "Gawd you taste good honey..."
Sissy looks to me and blushes then smiles delightfully, as I caress those exquisite nylon-clad legs. Then I sigh, replete with satisfaction, my flaccid penis leaking my fluids still. Sissy James turns and grasps my wilted flesh and he begins to suckle on the head, draining me of what I have left. It isn't much.
Finally a shuddering in my body and a tensing of the thighs tells sissy I'm finished and James looks up to me: "Was that nice?" My sissy asks.
"Uh huh..." I mumble, my eyes closing and, the last thing I see is my sweet sissy nestling against my thighs, a contented look on his face.
"I hope we do this again?" Sissy James says to me, then continues to kiss my flesh...
Epilogue:
Well about a week has passed, since my young sissy entertained me, for the first time. He's been round to mine three times since then and, stayed overnight once. That was fun. He had told his Mother he was staying at a friends and, got that friend to back him up, telling him he could watch, the next time I visited his. It hasn't happened yet. Oh yes, I've taken to calling James Janie and when she's looking pretty for me it does kinda suit her. And, she's upstairs as I type, lubing up for me; and ever-so willing to learn, I have found. Take for example what happened earlier, when I met him from school.
We had walked across to the park, then into the trees and down it the vale, split in two by a small stream. As we'd walked slowly, feet cracking the occasional twig or russet coloured leaf, his hand had found mine and, he'd looked at me, with those adorable brown eyes. And yes, I'd noted with wry amusement that he had smudges of mascara still there. He hasn't got that quite right, yet.
Anyway, we'd stopped and looked at one another, hands holding hands, sorta thing and, I'd asked him, "So had did it feel, going to school, wearing those purple panties and a butt-plug?" And my little Sissy James had looked up to me a moment, then down to his feet, as he answered, "I was ever-so embarrassed, all day. But, it was lovely. At lunch-time, I invited my friend Timmy to the toilets and we went into a cubicle, so I could show him." I'd had smiled, at that. It seems my little sissy is somewhat of an exhibitionist. I like that.