by Jane Futa
“I do,” I begged. “Please, just let me finally come.”
“I appreciate the begging,” she said. “But you definitely can’t come until the rest of us do.” I lifted my head and cocked my brow at her. What does she have in mind?
She waved at one of the girls and I watched her undress in front of me. Her naked body climbed above me and she straddled my face. She lowered her pussy down to my mouth and rocked against me. I reached up for her bare breasts, but when it seemed like I could come just from touching her, Celia pulled my hands away. They tied them up again with the same shoelaces as before.
One by one, the girls stripped themselves and rocked against my face until they came. Again, I felt the opportunity arise to explore each one of them as I had the guys. I had a chance to know every detail of their folds and ripples. The taste of each cunt varied between women and my nose never became immune to the scent.
Each time a woman came and climbed off, my face felt cold and the air harsh. I needed them to ride me so that I could feel that power in myself. The power I felt was secretive. I knew that if Celia or Peter had known the power they were giving me that they’d eagerly take it away and laugh. This experience, though, was mine and no one else’s. I would know them better than they knew themselves. I would know every detail of their hot, steaming sex.
Every woman came except for Celia. Like Peter, she wanted to be the last one and it was finally her turn. I watched her undress. She unfastened her yellow bikini top, releasing her full breasts. She dropped her jean shorts and bikini bottoms to the floor. Her tan skin looked bronze in the light of the cabin. She looked wild suddenly, like a boar that had been trapped. Her dark hair looked frizzier against her naked body. She reached up and released it from its tight ponytail.
As her hair fell around her shoulders, I felt like I might be falling in love with her. I couldn’t be sure if the feelings were real or just delirium from my come denial, but in that moment I loved her and would do anything for her. She walked up to me slowly and I could see a few of the other girls, while straight, salivating at her gorgeous body.
Celia climbed over my face and lowered her soaking wet pussy down slowly. I had no idea until that moment how worked up she had gotten. I wondered if her pussy was wet while she dressed me as a woman. I wondered if it was the story of the guys taking turns in my asshole. Maybe, I thought, it was watching all the other girls come on my face and denying me the same pleasure.
At the end of it, I didn’t care what the reason was. All I needed to know was that she was enjoying this as much as I was. She pressed her delicate folds to my lips and I opened my mouth to her. I closed my eyes and concentrated on every crease and ridge. I dipped my tongue into valleys and circled gently around her clit. I attempted to coax it out from underneath its protective hood, which set her off.
Celia let out a wild scream and, as if everything around us had disappeared, she grabbed my hair and rocked furiously against my face. She nearly suffocated me with her intensity, but that only increased my desire. Celia was beautiful and sexy with the most delicious pussy I had tasted. I had no idea being a sexual object could feel so exciting. I knew that, ultimately, it was because there was a Celia or Peter in the room to make me feel safe. Despite their humiliation tactics, I felt protected with them. I felt loved by them.
Celia slid across my tongue until I felt her walls contract. She shivered and moaned, coming finally. I knew it was her first orgasm all summer since none of the other guys had bragged about fucking her. I felt lucky to have been the one to give it to her.
She hunched her upper body over the space behind my head. She huffed as her body came down slowly. She lifted her hips up finally and stood to the side of the bed. “On your elbows,” she commanded through strained breaths.
I leaned on my elbows and waited for her next command. She waved at the girls and they formed a line that started at the base of the bed. The one nearest to me lowered to her knees and sucked my cock into her mouth. She held it there for a split second before spitting it back out and walking away.
Each girl repeated the same motion as the first. They were teasing me and punishing me. They wanted me on the brink of orgasm without allowing the fulfillment. I felt a hot anger build in my chest that only intensified my pleasure. The line dwindled until only Celia was left.
Celia got down on her knees, took my cock in her mouth, and didn’t let go. I watched her soft mouth draw me all the way inside. Her dark, daring eyes stared back at me. I felt my whole body tense and every muscle tighten. My cock swelled and burst against her tongue. I watched her throat shift as she swallowed my come.
I collapsed back on the bed. The intensity had been so strong, the pleasure so long overdue, that I could barely see straight by the time I felt release. Celia cleaned me with her tongue and the girls stood in silent awe.
“When you’ve collected yourself,” said Celia while leaning over me. “We have one more thing to do.”
I waited until my head stopped spinning to sit up. The girls were fully dressed now and Celia reached for my hand. “Time to go see the boys.”
“What do you mean?” I asked with a hint of worry.
“It’s prank week. They’re going to flip when they find out they all fucked one of their own. Everyone but Peter that is,” she said teasingly.
I felt a sinking in my stomach. Peter had protected my identity and now Celia was going to point out that he knew the whole time. I only hoped that he would be able to forgive me.
Chapter 5
The girls led me to the boys’ cabin and Celia knocked confidently on their door. Peter opened up and immediately looked at me with concern. “What can we do for you ladies?” he asked, trying to hide his worry.
“We just thought you guys should know how well we pranked you,” said Celia, pushing past Peter and dragging me into their cabin.
Whispering filled the room. “Francesca,” I heard one boy say. “Are we in trouble?”
Celia heard the last one and said, “You most certainly are, but not in the way you think.” She smiled slyly and reached quickly for my skirt. She pulled it up and tore my panties down. The boys gasped when they saw my cock. “You all fucked a boy.”
All of the girls laughed except for Celia who I still had only seen laugh once so far. Peter’s throat shifted and I saw his Adam’s apple drop and rise. He wondered what I was wondering. Would Celia tell everyone that Peter knew the whole time?
Either she had forgotten or she had enough satisfaction to her night, because she quickly turned on her heel and left the cabin. She left so quickly that the other girls were standing around with looks of confusion. Eventually, they all lined up and followed Celia back toward the cabin, until I was the only one left.
I was back in the cabin I originally belonged in, but now felt out of place. I wasn’t really sure where I belonged. Both cabins had used me for their entertainment, and both cabins had someone in them who I felt loved and protected me. I wasn’t sure whether or not to follow the girls or hang back.
“No, no, no,” said Michael as he put together who I was. “Frank?” My heart raced as he said my name and I lowered my head. “What the hell?”
This humiliation was different. This one hurt. My protector, though, was still in the room. Just like a guardian, he stepped forward and placed his arm around me. “The girls got us good, didn’t they?” He laughed confidently even though I could hear his blood pulsing quickly down his arm. I could hear his racing heart even through the few inches of space that lay between us. His breath was quick as he waited to hear if he had convinced the room it was a joke.
Michael was the first one to chuckle. It was a nervous chuckle, but eventually the other guys – wanting to be accepted – chuckled too. Soon I was welcomed with open arms and jokes. The nervousness slowly died off and most of the guys tried to forget what had happened by talking about their ideas for upcoming pranks. Though they tried their hardest, they knew nothing would be as clever as sending a c
rossdressing male over to get fucked by a group of unsuspecting boys.
As the night came to a close, I dressed back into my normal clothes – a baggy pair of cargo shorts and a surf t-shirt. I felt out of place. I missed the tight hugging of delicate fabric. When the lights were off and no one was looking, I slid the panties back on underneath my boxers. I lay in my bed smiling at the way they felt around my balls and cock, but I could hardly sleep without thinking about the strange turn of events.
Just as I was about to drift off, I heard a whisper. I opened my eyes and saw Peter leaning over me. “Hey,” he said.
“What’s up?”
“Thanks for not telling everyone that I knew.”
My throat tightened. “Celia knows,” I said hesitantly.
“Oh. Why didn’t she say anything? It seems like she’d love to out me like that.”
I shrugged. I honestly didn’t have an answer for him, but it made the spot in my heart for her softer. I never wanted to see Peter in pain. Maybe she knew that about me, I thought.
The rest of prank week was less eventful. It was filled with typical schemes and predictable plots. One thing had definitely changed, though. While I slept with the boys, I dressed with the girls, and I was frequently used as a distraction by both parties while they pulled off their tricks.
Every night that week, I had secret meetings with either Peter or Celia. Both wanted me dressed as a woman, but neither of them knew about the other. I wondered if I should tell them, but I wasn’t willing to sacrifice my time with either of them. Prank week had taught me how much fun it could be to keep a secret and I’d grown quite accustomed to it.
Every morning, I woke up in a pair of panties that no one knew about but me.
Sissy Cult
Chapter 1
I lived in a small town, so when dozens of men started acting a little strange, I couldn’t help but notice it. It was hard to explain, actually. They were all still them but as if someone had given them a lobotomy or addictive pain killers. Not quite zombie-like, but…distant. While trying to hold a conversation with any of them, you could see their minds drifting into a sort of day dream, and they were almost always happy.
I kept telling myself that I was put off by it because I was anti-social and cynical. Sometimes people are happy and it’s annoying. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Despite my rationalization, my gut twisted every time I interacted with them. It was as if I knew something was different.
Who was I to want to squander their happiness, though? It wasn’t harming anyone. It was just annoying. It was really annoying trying to talk to them, but being anti-social didn’t make me want to talk to many people anyway. I mostly brushed off the weird behavior until my best friend started acting differently.
John had been my friend since kindergarten. I knew everything about him down to his nervous ticks and obnoxious habits. One of the things we shared together was the same taste in hot women. Specifically if they were gaming characters. We played video games together as much as possible.
When we weren’t gaming, we’d look at porn together and talk about how great it’d be to bang a chick like that. Both of us were practically virgins so we lived in a perpetual fantasy of what sex was like, but I almost preferred it that way. I’d rather it go down exactly how I wanted in my head than be disappointed by the real thing.
One day, he came over to my apartment and suggested we sit on the patio in the sunlight. That was red flag number one. We never spent time outside if we could help it. I humored him and endured the scorching summer sun, just in case he was going through a hard time with something. I wasn’t too great at comfort so I secretly hoped it was nothing.
“What’s up?” I asked him, hoping for some explanation to why I was now sweating on my patio.
“Isn’t it beautiful here?” He looked out at the trees behind my apartment with a sense of wonder.
“Uh. Yeah. I guess so. Want to go look at some porn?”
“I don’t really do that anymore,” he said. Red flag number two.
“Is everything okay? How are your parents?” I had to get to the bottom of this. He had that same distant, vacant stare I’d seen around town.
“They’re great. Everything is just perfect right now. It’s a really great time in my life, Greg,” he told me.
“Sorry to be weird, man. But are you high or something?” I cocked my brow at him but tried to smile so he wouldn’t be offended. He looked at me with the calmest expression I’d ever seen and then he just started laughing. “I don’t care if you are. To be honest, I want some of that shit. It looks like it’s treating you well.”
“I’m not high,” he finally said. “I just…kind of…met someone.”
I scooted to the edge of my seat. “Oh? Who?” Finally, a decent explanation. He was in love. She probably was a prude that didn’t allow porn and that’s why he was in such a daze.
“Do you promise not to tell?” he asked. I didn’t know why he wanted to keep it a secret, but I nodded my head. “Her name is Rene. She runs this spiritual group in this old church back in the woods.”
“Gross. A religious nut?”
“It’s not a religion!” he shot back quickly, raising his hands. But his face was still strangely calm. “We don’t worship a god or anything.”
“Then what the hell are you doing in a church?” I asked.
“We just commune. Me and the guys just listen to her ideas on life.”
“You and the guys? You mean you listen to a sermon?”
“It’s not a sermon…it’s a sexy woman helping us to find happiness amidst all this turmoil.”
“Is it only men? This is starting to sound like some weird cult.”
“I never really thought about it, but yes. It’s only men. Dozens of men…and Rene,” he said her name like it was cream melting in his mouth.
“So even though there are these other men…she’s your girlfriend, right?”
He looked at me with a strange expression. It was both condescending and pitying at the same time. “We don’t have such labels. We share her. She’s too perfect to be chained to one man. None of us are worthy enough to have her for ourselves.”
“What do you mean you share her? Have you fucked her? Is this like a giant orgy?”
“Not exactly. Sometimes explicit things…happen, but not really sex the way you and I are used to it. She says that chasing orgasm will only lead to unhappiness.” I rolled my eyes. It sure sounded like a religious cult.
“Yeah. Whatever, man. If it makes you happy then I’m happy for you.”
“I’m the happiest I’ve been in my whole life,” he said, returning his gaze to the woods in front of him.
We sat there for hours doing nothing but talking about Rene. I knew I couldn’t take much more of this. John was pretty much my only friend so if I lost him to some bizarre religion I’d have no one to talk to. I might’ve been antisocial but I wasn’t a total recluse. I wanted some contact with people.
No woman was that hot. I knew there was only one thing I could do. I had to get John out of this stupid cult.
Chapter 2
The next day I followed John around town. I thought for sure he’d catch me since he knew my car, but he was in such a daze everywhere that he went that I don’t think he noticed much of anything. For about an hour in the afternoon, he went home and I sat parked outside of his driveway waiting for something to happen.
This is stupid, I told myself. I knew I was probably overreacting. He probably wasn’t going to do anything interesting and I would end up wasting my entire day hoping to catch him in some kind of cult. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself the more I thought about it. A cult. What was I thinking?
Then I saw John leave his house…in a cloak…in summer. Suddenly the ridiculousness of my thinking became very serious. Maybe he’s just pulling my leg, I thought. After all, he had probably seen me following him and thought he’d just play a prank on me or something.
I put my hand on
his shoulder and he spun around quickly. “Greg? What the hell are you doing here?”
“I thought I’d come check out this church you were talking about.”
“How did you find out about it? Did you follow me?”
“Yeah, so what?” I shrugged my shoulders. I pinched the dark fabric of his cloak between my fingers. “What’s with this?”
He reached down by his thighs and spread the fabric wide as if lifting a theater curtain. Underneath, he was wearing black stockings and a matching black skirt that could only be meant for the bedroom.
“What the fuck?”
“I knew you wouldn’t get it,” he said, blushing. “Why couldn’t you have just stayed home?”
“I’m not judging you. Look, I’m here to learn too.” I tried to console him. I knew I’d never get him out of this thing if he didn’t trust me. He didn’t open himself back up to me instantly but he did soften his cold shoulder a little.
“They’re going to know you’re new. You’re not dressed like the rest of us.”
“So?”
“So. Rene isn’t just going to let you stay before trying to find out more about you. With your cynicism, you’ll probably get kicked out pretty quickly.”
“What? Really?”
“If you want to blend in, I have a spare cloak in my trunk…”
“A fucking cloak? Come on, John. This is ridiculous,” I laughed. “No fucking way.” Just as I said this, another man in a cloak walked by us and stared at me. He looked suspicious but kept walking inside. I sighed. I realized there wasn’t going to be any way around it. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but ok. Give me the cloak.”
John’s eyes widened and a smile crossed his face. “Are you sure?” My body tensed up as I nodded. I wanted so badly to say no, but I needed to be there for John. If dressing like a cult member temporarily was going to help him then I couldn’t see what other choice I had.
