Freshman Phallusy 9
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DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting sexual acts involving male teens.
The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased.
All this stuff was bubbling in my brain. My hot teacher, learning to eat pussy, my dressing and alter ego which presented when I did and her last comment following our first tutoring session about her husband as a sissy and his love of cock soaked in cunt juice.
Of course I was still giving daily service to my roommate Luke. Erin, my female side, was almost always present in our room unless someone else was around. I had expected Eric, my mystery meat master from our hot tub encounter to appear but he never did. Did not see him on campus either.
A few weeks of the new semester and A few sessions modeling my undies for Ms Atwood. After some class sessions she would wink at me on my way out the door or, as she came around to look at any papers we were working on, she would casually give my shoulder strap a tug as a sign of her interest for a meeting that day.
I loved her interest attention and appreciation of my desire to display some femininity. I was really getting into tonguing twat too.
End of class on thursday she told us to pick up our essay projects from the desk on the way out. Just to tease her i opened my 2 top buttons so if she looked when I leaned over to claim my paper my bra style and color would be obvious. It worked. Atwood winked. Leaving the class I saw a note attached to my essay. A+ and then, "Outside your dorm, 7 pm Friday." and a check list of what she expected me to be wearing when she picked me up. Interesting.
Since I was done with classes at 1 on Fridays I had plenty of time to be sure I was prepped correctly for what I expected to be a night of debauchery with her and her sissy husband. I showered and expertly assured every hair was sent down the drain. Even shaved my butt to baby smoothness. Douched myself out with the hand shower nozzle tight against my crease. Never know what hubby might have in mind. I decided pink was the right color and having a few shades of the bra she asked for I was all set. Simple panties, nothing frilly, was next on the list. Done! Thigh high lace top white stockings. Having seen them on the list and knowing the campus store had hosiery I grabbed a pair on the walk back to the dorm. I was all set underneath.
My typical jeans would have to do but the shirt had to show a little hint of what was to come. If Ms, Atwood's hubby was anything like me I knew it would cause him an immediate pants problem for us to exploit. All dressed and ready an hour early. It was a feat of self control not to drip to my knees when Luke came in. I told him I had to save my hunger for later being invited to the professors home for dinner. He understood but jokingly said "Fuck you , bitch" anyway with a grin. Promises promises.
Teacher was right on time. Climbing in I had planned to give her a tease but realizing my shirt was a guys, leaving a button open would not gap the front to give her a peek. As I stepped in I raised my pants legs so she would know I had on the white hose as demanded by her note.
"Good Boy. I hope the rest was followed as well." and off we went. I had checked the map app to see where her house was and we went there but kept on going. "We are not going to your house?"
" I will explain. We have a very open relationship and both of us are switch hitters as some say. Steve and I have some couple friends who enjoy the same kind of marriage. The three of us gals met online at a site for training husbands to bra discipline. The guys were somewhat manly and carried too much of an in-charge attitude. Forcing them into wearing female undergarments around the house and later even to work, was a way to mellow them out. As it turned out, they liked it. Us couples got together and lo and behold the men got off on each other being dressed and blow jobs ensued. Got us gals so hot we were muff diving each other as they 69'ed on the couches.
Things progressed over a few years to couples nights, sissy nights and lesbian evenings. So, That is whats going on. The sissy hubs are going to snack, drink, watch tv and most likely spend a few hours in the garage. We, my sweetly attired pussy licker, are meeting up with the ladies so I can show them my new cunt eating, cock sucking, cross dressing, teen protegé.
Now I had a real pants problem going on and had to unzip and unbelt right in the car or something might break. My hot prof glanced over as I fumbled.
"Problem?" Seeing my color choice she added. "Pink? Very good choice. Pink like all of the pussy that will be stuffed into your face tonight."
"Ok with me."
"That is OK with me, Mistress! Ladies will rule; you will submit. If it all goes well you might be lucky and get your sissy face and cute ass fucked with our collection of toys."
Unable to form words clearly after that." Yes, Mistress Whatever they want."
Arriving at Anne's friend house she ushered me in the door and two women stood to welcome us. Both were in the age range of Ms Atwood, had similar distinct beauty and seemed happy we had arrived.
"Girls, this is Aaron. Would you like to meet Erin? Give me a hand."
The three surrounded me and a flurry of unbuttoning and unzipping and untieing ensued. A minute later I was on display in my sexy bra, panties and hose.
The redhead says. "Oh Anne. She is everything you said and more!"
The the blonde, fondling my already hard dick in the panties, adds ."More is right. This sissy clit is far more than we expected to be seeing tonight."
Anne, to her friends, "Your welcome." Then to me. "Undress us slut and pay attention to detail."
Blondie bends over and wiggles her butt. "Yes pay attention to detail but don't forget de tits and de pussy either."
My goodness. The process of stripping three hot milfs down to their underwear was out of this world. I made sure to palm, squeeze , pinch and rub every detail of their attire. Nylon or silk panties, silky stockings, bands and straps on bra and a garter belt. They gave me instructions as I went.
"Massage her tits." "Put a big smooch on her ass." "Suck a toe slut." "lick her thighs." My undies were soaked by the time I had followed orders on all three of them.
"I brought her so I am first. Right?" Anne spoke while sitting in the center of the couch. The other two framed her. All seated while I stood before them being ogled. I did not mind at all.
"Lets get started ladies." That was met with smiles on the left and right. "On your knees sissy bitch. Feast on these luscious legs you appear to latch your eyes on in class. Work you way up slow and devour my sweet pussy until I tell you to stop."
I rubbed my hands up and down the stockinged surface of those toned upper legs and moved quickly to using my lips to work the creamy flesh just above the lace tops. The warmth of her inner thighs against my face had be streaming even more precum into panties as I ate. Centered in my focus was all lace. Mistress was adorned in lace panties. Making me crazy for her cunt, my fingers stretched the crotch aside and my hardened tongue attacked her clit and my mouth sealed over most of the mound.
Taking a momentary breath break I was able to look up towards her face. All of the moaning had me super energized. Seeing that her friends had unhooked mistress's bra and were each pawing and sucking a tit unleashed my passion even more. With their legs against Anne's it was not much of a reach for me rub two extra pantied pussies and maintain volumes of oral attention to my teachers very wet twat. Three milk hotties all moaning and say dirty shit was about all I could take. I needed to release the kracken in my panty and discharge the boil mass of tool juice from my nuts. They had hardly touched me and I was going to cum.
Seconds later I had removed my face and hands from their respective titilating tasks, stood, and delved into the waistband to control my swelling prick. Leaning in closer, I directed the first blast, a powerful column of hot cum, to Anne's surprised face. A bullseye to her lips. The gals beside her gathered their faces closer to hers and the next two surges of spermy substance anointed each of their faces as well.
Seeing three glazed ladies I expected that I might be in trouble. The red head assuaged my fears as she cupped my balls and took to slurping in the long thick drizzle dangling from my dick. She wiped the slackened head across her lips and put my seeping cock in the blondes face, who wasted no time in extracting whatever remained visible. Then Anne took command snatching the sissy dick she brought with her away from her friends, raised her head up and took its entire still oozing stiffness in, pressing her lips to my baby soft groin. Guess I was not in trouble.
Sat back on my heels and watched as the three of them mauled each others body parts and passionately french kissed one another striving to stir the pools of spooge I had gifted them.
Not a word was said. Only some soft moans emanated from the girls followed by thanks-you's to Mistress for bringing me. That made me feel cocky, or should say proud of my services.
"While we recharge and the lovely Erin reloads, How about solid food?"
On the end of the sofa had been some robes. All of them short and satin. Cool and sexy feeling slipping into the one they handed me. Girls night. I liked it.
Sipping frozen strawberry daiquiris once we all regained our normal heart rates of breathing patterns they all had questions for me. I had one for them.
"While your gorgeous, and I might add, tasty and delectable , ladies are over here, what are your husbands doing back at your house?"
Anne looked up at the clock." What are they doing or who are they doing?"
Red head chimes in. After those sissies get done comparing underwear and playing with each other, kind of like you just did with us. It's just after 9 so I bet they are in the garage and going to work."
"Work on cars? Dressed in bras and panties?"
Blondie continues the info."Well the sissies we are married to usually do extensive front end work. Draining fluids, checking dipsticks, etc. Sometimes they need to lubricate a rear end I hear."
Anne says she will explain. "So if you go in our garage you will see a bunch of boat cushions hanging on the rear wall. Behind the pads are big round holes about face high if you're kneeling. Glory holes. Ever hear of them?"
I had been told about those in adult book stores and some restrooms.
"On the outside is a long piece of siding that is hung on the house wall but not nailed down. It can be taken off to access the holes in the wall. Once suficiently horned up horsing around in their girly underwear, usually about now, they retire to the garage. Put the cushions on the cement floor and kneel before the openings waiting for guests to arrive."
"Guests?"
"High school boys. Most of them know about the garage on Sawyer lane where they can get free servicing just by removing the board and stepping up close to the wall every third friday of the month. They all know. `Stick your dick in the hole and you get a great blow job. They even swallow we think'. They have no idea who is sucking their hard teen cocks. Hell it could be their own dad, and sometimes it is. Teen boys have needs that our sissy hubbys enjoy meeting. They have big batches of cum too so the draining of front end fluids relieves the pressure built up in their balls and apparently the replacements are welcomed by our mechanic husbands. They quit at 11 but we know from our security camera out back that 3 to 5 systems are tuned up by each husband those nights. Before they clean up the garage their tools often need reconditioning so lubing rear ends and checking with a dip stick assures satisfied workers.
I was reeling after hearing that. Mistress had leaned over and was tracing my erection along the front of my panties. "I `feel' his is ready for round two ladies".
Shit yes!
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