Drives home the notion

Jesse found the chemical taste of silicon filling his mouth. A material that was becoming increasingly familiar to him… though he had never had it delivered in quite this fashion before.

Lady Francine had drawn the faux phallus from a drawer in a polished oak half-cabinet at the side of the room. Her target had caught a glimpse of an entire array of sizes laid out within, and had been rather glad she kindly picked out one from somewhere in the middle. He wondered just how many of the countless rooms in this house had a selection of sex toys always ready at hand? Of course… the likely answer was obvious. The tremendously sleek woman stepped one stilettoed foot then the other through the straps of the device, pulling it up and tightening it in a way that declared she did this often and regularly. Seeing her standing over him with that black, rubber pillar emerging from between her legs… Jesse had to agree the darkly, glistening thing suited her more than his fleshy version ever seemed to have done him. It simply demanded to be licked and worshipped… without her needing to command or gesture at all.

Behind… Jesse felt the change in airflow as the hem of his skirt was pulled up and those borrowed panties tugged downward. He’d forgotten he was even wearing them until he’d lost their protection and felt the soft cotton tangling his knees together. Underwear was such a luxury now, and one he was sure he shouldn’t get used to. He didn’t want to look back and see what was coming, the small click of a bottle of lubricant opening telling him everything he needed to know about Suzy’s Daddy’s intentions. Luckily the customer in front of him was offering plenty of distraction. She shoved her plastic appendage deep down his throat without a second’s hesitation. Trusting that a student of her old friend’s school would know how to relax his muscles and catch a breath when he could.

Fellatio was fast becoming the subject of his education that Jesse had most faith in his natural talent for. After Whitney’s harsh lesson and Silvertongue’s words of praise… he had actually taken the time to practice a little every evening, on whichever of Betsy’s dildos she wasn’t using at the time. The comforting taste of her past juices helping to overcome any vestigial hints of gag reflex that the algorithm engineering had left in his genetics. He was pretty sure he could suffer through holding at least a medium-sized length of flesh or rubber in there all day, if needs be, breathing through his nose... He’d heard a couple of classmates whispering that a senior had let slip that that was one of the esteemed oral teacher’s favoured homework assignments-

The invasion came. Just as he was completing that thought as an alternative direction of focus. Once again the sissy felt his tight sphincter being **** open by a slab of twitching, swollen humanity. The cold, goopy sense of excess lubricant dribbling down towards his ballsack helped… but could not overcome the fact that this was only the second time that particular entrance to him had ever been utilised. The old man was clearly a good inch or so longer and wider than his possibly re-adopted son/daughter. Jesse was fairly certain that any rich person who wasn’t born particularly blessed in that department swiftly got a few surgeries to amend that… You wouldn’t want to be smaller than the ‘help’ after all. Still, the femboy-on-all-fours was determined to take all of it, without complaint. He wasn’t a virgin any more. He didn’t need rescuing. If Suzy could take this lump into his rectum, day after day… and only keep coming back for more. Then, as his friend and newly anointed lover: Jesse owed it to him to share the experience. That was the thought that kept circling around his head anyway, as the thing pushed further and further in. I can do this for Suzy! I can do this because of Suzy’s help!

And it did help. After an age and turn of the earth… The sissy felt a pair of testicles resting against the back of his own. He felt his inner passages adjusting to a hardened, throbbing visitor, even as his gullet was similarly occupied. Far above… the two people buried in him seemed to be having some further conversation, but he was far too fully occupied to be able to comprehend the noises. All he could hear was his heartbeat in his ears and the gurgle of his intestines wondering who this exciting new visitor was. When the pair of them both began moving at the same time... he very nearly blacked out. The intensity of feeling was dizzying and overwhelming. Yet, he gripped the carpet tightly and held on as both of them started sliding out… and in… and out… and in. Pink spots appeared in his vision and silly strings of words like: ‘they call this being spitroasted… I’m being spittyroaded… like Cooky's favourite pig…’ span in circles round his mind. He considered it was possible he wasn’t quite so good at getting all the oxygen his body needed, after all. But couldn’t exactly put his hand up and ask for a time out.

Their pace was increasing all the time, as things loosened… his grip on reality and the carpet none the least. His little frame felt like it was beginning to float upwards on the combined **** of their friction alone. He thought he heard them laughing… and had a great urge to join in… only to remember he couldn’t. The sensation of those little rings of muscle between his perky, bouncing asscheeks; opening and closing. Opening and closing. It started to send delightful spikes of pleasure up his spine. Not the sweet, releasing feeling of Betsy suckling at his cock… but an opposite, ever-building sense of deep, internal gratification. There was a certain feeling he’d had when Suzy was fucking him that had faded and been forgotten almost as soon as the other sissy had pulled free of him. Only here it was again, powerful and all-consuming. Jesse only wished he could moan it out aloud, past this thing he was determinedly still sucking.

They must have switched places at some point… because the taste changed. But the effeminate plaything was far too delirious by then to pay any attention. He was lost in the simplicity of his existence and purpose as two tight, soft openings for this master and mistress to pour themselves into. All else was just white noise and pointless complication.