Two tongues touched

Suzy’s hands reached down and found their place upon Jesse’s chest. The oh-so-soft touch of a boy raised to be just as dainty and delicate as he was. It was almost easy to believe they were both fairy creatures. Wholly separate from those smirking, sweating humans that surrounded them with chaining collars and ugly lusts. What difference was there between genetic engineering and the fickle whims of spirits, really, to those caught in the middle? The image of a Victorian carnival displaying these sweetly captured sprites was a hard one to shake, for any concerned. Yet, for the newcomer to this stage, the drooling audience no longer existed. All he could see, or feel, or hear… were the thousand frames a second his eyes and skin and nerves were taking of Suzy’s every tiniest movement.

Brightly painted nails slipped up across his flesh, as the other sissy leaned in once more for the lightest of kisses. The caress continued upwards, tracing the veins along the inside of his pale, slender arms. Causing those limbs to naturally extend out and out… until they could be held together at the wrist, trapped by the gentlest, sealing touch. Looking down, Jesse became suddenly aware that this had required a shuffling forward of those hips which sat astride him. The bobbing head of his dear friend’s penis now hovered scant inches from his lips. He could smell the strong humanity of it… but also the array of sweet, fruity soaps and lotions that the femboy must surely drench himself in. He saw Suzy smile from above, but there was no need for instruction or encouragement. Jesse’s neck was already craning forward of its own accord. His lips moistening and tongue trembling forward, just like any good slut’s would. For a second time, he found himself tasting the flesh of his classmate; running a long, slow lick up from the base of that shaft, right to the very tip. There, he found some teasing confidence. Feeling safe in the surety of this place and position: with knees either side of his ears and a cock dancing in the warmth of his breath. He offered a few teeth and nibbled at Suzy’s tenderness, causing the boy to roll his head back and squeak a little… his breasts pushing forward in the tantalising pinpricks of sensation.

Then Jesse got to work properly. Understanding that the point here was to lubricate this impending invader as much as possible. He was no slow student either. Compared to Whitney’s impressive tool, this was barely a challenge to slide down to the back of his gullet… and it was the second time he’d done so! If ever there was a skill that the self-doubting young man would admit he had: it was an attention to details about those around him. He had already worked out just where to roll his tongue and how long to apply suction in order to send a twitching sense of success through Suzy’s appendage. The feeling of giving pleasure to another was a tight ball of wonder within his chest. Every sign the other body gave that his attentions were being appreciated sparked another slip of joy through his heart. Betsy, Suzy or Whitney. Man, woman or monster. It did not matter. Once he was embedded in the process of making someone feel good, the shy, little creature simply could not hold himself back.

His partner for this dance could though… and had to. Suzy knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself overflowing, if his pretty friend continued on like that. There was a lot more show to be put on before the curtains fell. A promise and purchase made that needed to be kept. He pulled himself loose of Jesse’s pouting lips and offered another bout of tongue wrestling instead… tasting himself in amongst that wondrous gift he had given so much away for. Then he pulled away and backward, shimmying down that perfect body toward the end he truly aimed for. His visitor waggled his legs in the air like a synchronized swimmer, giggling as the home team toy applied more kisses to his inner thighs and belly button. The little penis there also got a moment’s loving, but it was not the evening’s target either. Thinking back to when they had first met: trapped within the confines of a frilled nightmare’s hooped skirt. The more experienced fucktoy gloried in the innocence and growth of this first boy he had ever thought of as a ‘friend’. It was wonderful to think that Jesse hadn’t even considered the possibility of sticking his tongue into the rear of that senior on their first day. Yet, now Suzy had the chance to spread that angel’s perky little cheeks and offer a little catch-up session manually. He dove in without hesitation, ears wide open for the gasp… and not left disappointed.

The Home-grown sissy’s hips bucked a little at the feel of his back passage being moistened so, entered by the dextrous muscle his companion carved sweet words with. Betsy had never even really touched him there, beyond the occasional straying finger out of curiosity. The only intrusions had been formed of metal or plastic, slid in and sat upon as toys for a lowly toy. But this was something wholly different, and a feeling that made him both squeamish and overwrought with eager excitement. Now he was very glad that Cooky had done her work with the turkey baster… but the unbridled, dirty confidence of Suzy’s probing efforts made him wriggle with raw enjoyment. Jesse now felt certain that he couldn’t possibly have let anyone else do this to him first except this marvel of a femboy. His reinstated trust ran as deep as any ocean. He wanted to learn everything his new study-partner could teach.

Gazing up through the arching ‘V’ of Jesse’s legs. Suzy judged he was ready… He pulled back from his meal, wiping away a little drool with the back of one hand. Then dragged his classmate’s hips in a little closer, rearranging the pillows around them just right. His swollen penis sat resting upon the other femboy’s ballsack, balanced between the opened portal of his smooth, slim thighs. Jesse stared across at him with those sweetly glistening eyes. The ones that every stranger who gazed into wanted only to possess. There was no refusing such a lure, even for one as dedicated to his place in submission as Suzy was. He was putting this show on for Daddy, yes… but there was something here he wanted more than anything else he’d ever asked for.