Share me

You can't believe the whimpered whispers that fall from your lips, "Please...share me...use me...break me!" This morning you were looking foward to cornflakes and cumming into a crumpled cumrag...now, since being seduced, sissified, and shafted by your sissy girlfriend, all you can think about is being the cumrag. You see the looks of delicious disdain on their sadistic smiles.

"Congrats, Sammy, you won the bet. You finally found a bitch boi that's more of a bottom than you. And she looks like a cherry ripe for plucking squirming in those red panties." You can't exactly argue, as you find yourself licking your painted lips and pushing out your puckering pussy. Samantha slinks down on your sissy spunk covered slick sheets and kisses you softly, but even more forcebully than before. She pins down your soft tongue with hers and your sweet moans echo in each others mouths as her delicate hands spread your thick ass to get Slade ready to enter you.

"Don't-smooch-fight it, sweety. Slade will-kissss-fuck every last doubt out of you. And I will-suck-let you slobber on my sissy shaft like a pretty pink-smack-pacifier so you don't get scared." The plan sounds crazy enough to work, and the moment you feel Slade's thick cock sliding inside you, lubed by Samantha's cum coating your cunt, you don't have a doubt in the world. Samantha breaks your kiss, leaving you whimpering hungrily, but when she replaces her sweet tongue with her sweeter, throbbing sissy shaft, you find yourself ravenously devouring the meal you truly crave.

"Nnfgh Damn, you're cunt sure is hungry for the first time. I guess all those times I called you a cock hungry nnnff faggot, I was dead on the nnnmph money!" Again, you can't argue with him, if only because his cock is reaching the sissy spot Samantha discovered and hitting it even deeper and harder than she could, forcing sissy spurts out of your clit so savagely, they take any lingering lies of manhood with them as you fill your panties with sticky sweet spurts of sissy surrender. And besides, it would be rude to talk with your mouthful, and you can't tear yourself away from Samantha's sissy clit kissing your tonsils and ravishing your throat even more deliciously than she did with her tongue.

"So now that I've got two bimbo bitches on top of my cock draining cheerleader girlfriend and all the side-piece sluts lining up to worship my cock, I figure it's time to share the wealth and expose you two faggot bitches to the whole school. We'll even let you join the cheer team and reward the football team after every win. Hell, the academic decathalon team might go to nationals with you two sissy sluts offered up as a pretty prize. Fuck, we'll let the losers in chess club run a train on you just for the shits and giggles!" You feel Samantha's thrusts become deeper and more **** with every threat of exposure and degredation. Worse, you feel yourself thrusting back on Slade's cock more desperately, futilely as he shoves your entire weak, willing body onto Samantha's throbbing, erupting, squirting sissy shaft.

"Yeph pleaph! Maph me yooo BIMMPH!" Everything goes creamy white as every electron in your sissy cells overloads in an orgiastic, orgasmic overload of a sissynova eruption. You feel a star born inside you, destroying you, rebirthing you in the firey faggoty flames of the pheonix. You lie spent, sticky with your own sissy spurts as well as Samantha's and overflowing with Slade's stud seed. Barely concious, you feel Samantha's tongue cleaning your shameful sticky stains with her soft tongue. Between loving laps, she asks, "So do you want to go back to being boring old Brian, or should we call you Barbie?"

You whisper whimperly, "Barbie..." and fall into sweet oblivion.