He’s mesmerized by her cock.

Mike just stands there like a deer in headlights. He’s focused on the other Kistenk twin with the matted hair, Michelle. With every pump she made, Michelle’s cock slowly increased in hardness. Her balls swayed each time lightly hitting on the edge of her sweatpants’ waist band now locked around her thighs. Her musk splashed over his face with every swing. Despite how hard she pumped; the tip of her penis never saw the light of day. It was trapped inside of her long phimosis foreskin which had a snout-like shape to it. Each pump made the overhang wiggle slightly. This along with the little bounce her heavy swaying balls made when they touched her waistband put Mike in a hypnotic trance.

“So, Cutie, what’s it going to be?” said Tiffany.

Her voice broke Mike’s trance. Mike turns to the other sister.

“Oh… uh,” Mike stammered. “I’m sorry. I’m… uh Mike Smitt. Is this Room 303?”

The two sisters lock eyes.

“Yes.” Michelle said lying out of her teeth. “Cumrag, are you going to get our dicks wet or what?”

“oh.” He utters in silent despair. “I’m sorry, again. I’m not from the Empire. I don’t mean to offend. I'm just not used to this.”

“Wait, you’re from a Freemale state and you willingly chose to come to this school?” Tiffany questioned briefly taking her hand off her cock.

“Y-Yes, I wanted to learn how to be a good sissy”

“Well, good sissies please their futa”

“O-Okay, your right” he gulped.

Mike reluctantly walked toward Tiffany and kneel down on the dirty floor. He was right next to her member. His face was covered not just with its sharp foul odor but also the heavy heat radiating from it. Tiffany’s cock was uncut like Michelle, but unlike her sister Tiki’s didn’t have phimosis. The end had a pucker shape, like the tail of a balloon. Kinda pretty in its own way. That is until he saw the blotches of white on her peaking glans. While notably less filthy than her sister’s, Tiki’s cock was covered in layers of sweat and precum.

His hand trembles as he grasps her rod. Her shaft’s sweaty sticky skin glues to his palm. Mike sits there for a second and just stares.

“I – I’ve never… I don’t know what to do.”

“Just start by kissing the tip.” Tiffany says smiling.

Mike takes a deep breath and moves to give her peeking glans a small peck. As he kisses the head, her foreskin protracts slightly causing her pucker to “kiss” him back. Precum and smegma are now coated on the tip of his upper lip and nose. Its foul smell invaded his senses. His upper lip curled back in disgust which only aided in bringing Tiki’s “unique flavors” onto his taste buds. His face contorted in a silent scream against the foulness.

“Next peel back the skin.” Tiffany instructs with a cheshire’s grin.

Its peeled back to reveal a head caked up in copious amounts of thick, off-white, partially dried smegma, especially around its crown.

“Now Cutie, put your mouth around the tip.”

“C’mom I can do this. I grew up on a farm, this is nothing compare to a manure pile. And besides it’s not their fault they’re like this. They’ve got a glands problem or something plus Tiffany has been nice…er than her sister.” Mike thinks trying to muster up courage.

Putting his mouth on that crusted bulb sends a shock to his systems. Its pungent salty fishy flavor coats his taste buds leaving him paralyzed in disgust.

“Move your teeth back.”

The sound of her warm yet direct instruction breaks his petrified state.

“Mmmrry!”

“Better. Now use your tongue to gently massage the tip”

He does as he's told, squirming his tongue around the sensitive glans. Her flesh feels impossibly soft and hot against his tongue; a perfect contrast to the rough texture of her crusted smegma. Trying to loosen and remove the accumulated smegma with each flick of his tongue causes more waves of nausea to wash over him as her unique flavors **** his senses. Mike takes deep breaths between licks, trying to clear the foul odor from his nostrils and mouth. Occasionally, he glances up at Tiffany to gauge her reaction. Arousal is painted over her face as she grins end to ear. She adores the occasional grimaces and winces he makes that betray his true feelings about the situation. The knowledge that he is willingly torturing himself with her rancid cock out of some old-fashion sense of duty rather than enjoyment feels her with perverted glee.

"That's it, Cutie," she moans, arching her hips forward into his face. "Just keep doing that. Now move forward slowly."

Her words send a shudder through his body, making him even more aroused despite himself. He presses harder against her, lapping at her sensitive flesh with greater urgency now. He fills his mouth with as much of her girthy length as he can take. Salty sweat is collected from her rod to his tongue. His limit is reached at the half way point of her cock.

"Oh yeah," she breathes, her voice thick with lust. “You're doing such a good job... Now let’s go back and forth starting slowly”

He nods, beginning to move slowly. The motion causes friction between his lips and tongue and her warm soft skin. Her flavors coat his tongue, making his mouth feel slimy and warm but it is nowhere near as foul as before. His hands slide down her shaft, cupping her heavy balls in his palms. They are warm and full of seed, almost painfully so. The sensation of his breath caressing over the sensitive head each time he pulls away is almost too much to bear. Tiffany groans, rocking her hips against his face. Her tip hitting the back of his throat in an unusual area.

Mike makes a “gug” sound.

A single thought dominates her mind. She wants this pathetic sissy to **** on her cock. To drown in her essence until he begs for mercy. But she won't let that happen… she shouldn’t let that happen. Not as long as he's determined to be a good little bitch and please her like this.

“Stop!” she yells out breaking the flow. “You have my cock at a bad angle.”

He looks up at her confused.

“If we keep going in this direction, I’ll hit your windpipe and you will ****.”

Tiffany helps guide his head to the correct angle before replying, her tone gentle despite her desires.

“Like this...and start moving again, slowly. Then move faster when you feel ready.”

“Hurry it up!” growls Michelle, who has been watching them the whole time while playing with her own cock. “Stop babying the slut, Tiki!”

“Miki, I said I’d would go easy on him if he was going to be cooperative.” retorts Tiffany. “And you have been _very cooperative _haven’t you, Cutie.”

Her words fill Mike with warmth.

"Now," she continues in that mesmerizing tone, "I want you to take me deeply, all the way down."

With determination, Mike forces himself forward until his lips brush against the jungle of curls covering her mound. His nose grazes over the individual strains of her rain forest, tickling him with every brushstroke.

But just as he begins to sink deeper, his gag reflex kicks in, causing him to **** and gag violently around her length. She reaches down, cupping his cheek with one hand while the other guides him upward again. "Listen carefully, Cutie," she says gently but firmly. "You have to learn to control your gag reflex if we're ever going to get this right. You need to accept me inside you, all the way."

With Tiffany’s words echoing in his mind, Mike swallows hard, pushing aside any discomfort or gagging instincts, allowing her thick length to slide smoothly into his throat. Her hands cup his face, guiding him through each motion as she encourages him to continue.

“Good, good. Don’t forget to take deep breaths through your nose.”

Mike takes in a lungful of the aroma of her unkempt forest. This smell is different from her body odors, this is her personal scent, her natural musk. Its potent, primal, and overwhelming his senses, consuming him entirely, leaving no room for anything but her. It's as if she has claimed him with this scent, branding him as hers, like a dog marking its territory.

The sensation of having herself so deep inside him stirs something primal within Tiffany. She growls, grinding her hips into his face as she lets loose a moan that soon turns into a rough pant. Her fingers sink into his hair as she begins to thrust her hips against his face, fucking his mouth like it's her own cunt. Every last bit of self-control is gone from her. She doesn't care about being nice anymore. All she cares about is feeling this incredible pleasure coursing through her body. Mike, determined to please her no matter what, forces himself deeper onto her. The sensation of having her so deep inside him is incredibly intense, both physically and emotionally. Tears stream from his eyes as saliva drips down his chin. But still, he doesn't give up; he won't give up until she tells him it's enough.

Michelle watches eagerly from the side, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She knows this is what Tiffany wants, what she needs. And she can see that Mike is more than willing to oblige.

"Fuck yeah!" Miki cheers.

Tiffany can't hold back any longer. "Fuck!" she yells, her voice hoarse from the exertion. "Fuck yes, that's it! Suck my dick, you little slut!"

With renewed vigor, she thrusts harder and faster, using Mike's face as her personal fuck toy. His nose is buried in her pubic hair, his mouth stretched impossibly wide as he tries to accommodate every inch of her enormous member. His cheeks puffed and his eyes watered, but still he doesn't let go. He wants to make her cum so badly that he's willing to endure the pain and discomfort just to hear her orgasm.

As Tiffany nears her climax, she can't help but marvel at how devoted Mike is. She's never had anyone serve her like this before; with such passion and devotion. It sends shivers down her spine and makes her core clench tightly. When she finally does cum, it's intense, her entire body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. The thick, pungent goo flows down Mike's throat as he dutifully swallows every drop. She collapses forward onto him, panting heavily as she comes down from her high.

For a moment, there's silence as they both catch their breath.

Mike, almost instinctively, whispers “Thank you.”

The sincerity in his voice fills Tiffany with a perverse thrill that courses through her veins, making her heart race and her core tingle. Even though he's exhausted and likely hurting, he remains obedient and attentive, waiting for her next command all with the hopes of one day being considered a good sissy.

“You're welcome," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper.