He’s mesmerized by her cock.

I just stood there like a deer in headlights focused on the other Rafflesia twin with the messy hair, Mia. With every pump she made, Mia’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 my 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 me in a hypnotic trance.

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

Her voice broke my stupor and I turned to Lola.

“Oh… uh,” I stammered. “I’m sorry. I’m… uh Billie Bottoms. Is this Room 215?”

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

“oh.” I uttered 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 breakaway state and you willingly chose to come to this school?” Lola 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” I gulped.

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

My trembling hand grasped her throbbing rod. Her shaft’s sweaty sticky skin glues to my palm. I just sat there for a few second and just staring.

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

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

I took a deep breath and lean in to give her peeking glans a small peck. As I kissed the head, her foreskin protracts slightly causing her pucker to “kiss” me back. Precum and smegma are now coated on the tip of my upper lip and nose. Its foul smell invaded my senses. Instinctively, my upper lip curled back in disgust which only aided in bringing Lola’s “unique flavors” onto my taste buds. My face contorted in a silent scream against the foulness.

“Next peel back the skin.” Lola 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," I thought desperately trying to muster up courage. "Plus, Lola has been nice…er than her sister.”

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

“Move your teeth back.”

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

“Mmmrry!”

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

I do as I'm told, squirming my tongue around the sensitive glans. Her flesh feels impossibly soft and hot against my tongue; a perfect contrast to the rough texture of her crusted smegma. Trying to loosen and remove the accumulated smegma with each flick of my tongue causes more waves of nausea to wash over me as her unique flavors **** my senses. I take deep breaths between licks, trying to clear the foul odor from my nostrils and mouth. Occasionally, I glance up at Lola to gauge her reaction. Arousal is painted over her face as she grins end to ear. She adores the occasional grimaces and winces I makes that betray my true feelings about the situation. The knowledge that I'm willingly torturing myself 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 my face. "Just keep doing that. Now move forward slowly."

Her words send a shudder through my body, making me even more aroused despite myself. I press harder against her, lapping at her sensitive flesh with greater urgency now. I fill my mouth with as much of her girthy length as I can take. Salty sweat is collected from her rod to my tongue. My 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”

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

I made a weird “gug” sound.

A single thought dominates her mind. She wants this pathetic sissy to **** on her cock. To drown in her essence until she begs for mercy. But she won't let that happen… she shouldn’t let that happen. Not as long as she'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.”

I look up at her confused.

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

Lola helps guide my head to the correct angle before responding in a gentle tone despite her desires.

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

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

“Mia, I said I’d would go easy on her if she was going to be cooperative.” retorts Lola. “And you have been _very cooperative _haven’t you, Cutie.”

Her words fill me with warmth.

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

With determination, I **** myself forward until my lips brush against the jungle of curls covering her mound. My nose grazes over the individual strains of her rain forest, tickling me with every brushstroke.

But just as I begins to sink deeper, my gag reflex kicks in, causing me to **** and gag violently around her length. She reaches down, cupping my cheek with one hand while the other guides me 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 Lola’s words echoing in my mind, I swallow hard, pushing aside any discomfort or gagging instincts, allowing her thick length to slide smoothly into my throat. Her hands cup my face, guiding me through each motion as she encourages me to continue.

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

I took 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 my senses, consuming me entirely, leaving no room for anything but her. It's as if she has claimed me with this scent, branding me as hers, like a dog marking its territory.

The sensation of having herself so deep inside me stirs something primal within Lola. She growls, grinding her hips into my face as she lets loose a moan that soon turns into a rough pant. Her fingers sink into my hair as she begins to thrust her hips against my face, fucking my 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. Determined to please her no matter what, I **** myself even deeper onto her length. The sensation of having her so deep inside me is incredibly intense, both physically and emotionally. Tears stream from my eyes as saliva drips down my chin. But still, I don't give up; I won't give up until she tells me it's enough.

Mia watches eagerly from the side, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She knows this is what Lola wants, what she needs. And she can see that I'm more than willing to oblige.

"Fuck yeah!" Mia cheers.

Lola 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 my face as her personal fuck toy. My nose is buried in her pubic hair, my mouth stretched impossibly wide as I try to accommodate every inch of her enormous member. My cheeks puffed and my eyes watered, but still I don't let go. I want to make her cum so badly that I'm willing to endure the pain and discomfort just to hear her orgasm.

As Lola nears her climax, she can't help but marvel at how devoted I am. 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 my throat as I dutifully swallow every drop. She collapses forward onto me, panting heavily as she comes down from her high.

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

I, almost instinctively, whisper out, “Thank you.”

The sincerity in my voice fills Lola with a perverse thrill that courses through her veins, making her heart race and her core tingle.

"Even though she's exhausted and likely hurting, she remains obedient and attentive, waiting for my next command all with the hopes of one day being considered a good sissy." Lola thinks to herself.

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