Billy had been seated at his mother's vanity for the past two hours while she did his hair and his make-up, ensuring that Billy looked like a sweet and sexy young lady. Heavy gold earrings hung from his recently pierced ears. His eyebrows had been plucked into gentle arches. His recent strict dieting had succeeded in making him very skinny and delicate looking.
He wore nothing but a darling little bra and panty outfit in the softest pink. Mother had padded the bra cups to give the appearance that Billy had little breasts. The bra was festooned with a a large bow and long ribbon. It was a very seductive outfit.
The doorbell rang and mother exclaimed, "Oh good! He's here! Now don't forget ANYTHING I told you about what you are going to do tonight. Do you understand?"
Billy turned on the little vanity stool on which he had been perched. He looked at his mother who was wearing the identical pink bra and panty set. His anxiety was mounting by the minute. He pleaded, "But mother, do I really have to do this? Please don't make me. Please!"
Mother was not going to tolerate even a hint of insubordination. She needed Billy's complete and enthusiastic cooperation. Mother stormed over to where Billy sat on the vanity stool and pointed her long, manicured finger directly in his face. "Do NOT let me down tonight or you will regret it! I think we should both consider ourselves very fortunate that Mr. Robbins has taken such a keen interest in us. With just a little more effort, I think he might ask me to marry him and then all our problems will be solved. We are completely broke and things have been very hard for me ever since your lousy father ran out on us."
"But mother, please!" Billy said as tears welled up in his eyes. "I've been good. I let you dress me up like a girl and go out with both of you on your dates. I even let Mr. Robbins touch me and hug me. But this is completely different. Dressed like this he is going to expect only one thing. Sex!"
"No shit, genius," Mother harshly replied.
"And besides," Billy said through his tears. "Mr. Robbins is a bad man. Everyone knows he's part of the mob."
That comment enraged Mother. She slapped her sissy son hard across the face. "You take that back! Mr. Robbins is rich because of his perfectly legimate waste disposal business. Now wipe those tears away and pull yourself together."
Mother went downstairs and let Mr. Robbins. When she led him into the bedroom, he saw that both Mother and her sissy son were dressed in the exact same sexy outfit. A big smile crossed his face. "Well," Mr. Robbins said. "This is going to be an interesting evening. Let's see what this sissy can do. Get over here and get on your knees, sissy."
Sissy Billy did as he was ordered. He unzipped Mr. Robbins pants and outsprang an enormous cock. "Don't just stare at it, sissy! Suck it! NOW!"
Reluctantly, Billy did what Mr. Robbins wanted. He closed his eyes and put the stiffening dick in his mouth. Mr. Robbins firmly held the back of Sissy Billy's head as he began pumping in and out of Billy's virgin mouth.
Tonight, Marcus, Colette and I are "staying in" for the evening. Colette prepared a lovely dinner for the three of us. After he had finished clearing the dishes, Colette and I went up to our bedroom to get ready for the rest of the evening.
Colette took off the pretty little black dress he had been wearing and changed into a sexy outfit I had bought for him -- a silk brochade corset in the deepest green, sheer black opera gloves, and black seamed stockings. I had him slip on his sexiest shoes -- black platforms with a 6 inch heel. He looked so beautiful as he stood in front of the mirror to brush his hair and to freshen his red red lipstick. I noticed with great pleasure how his diet of female hormones combined with the corset was making his bottom look so soft and round.
I could see that Colette was getting nervous about what was about to happen so I gave him a Valium to settle him down a bit.
I changed into a lacy black negilgee. Almost as sexy as Colette's outfit but much more comfortable.
I posed Colette on the edge of a chair and invited Marcus into the bedroom. When he saw the two of us in our sexy black outfits I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. Marcus told Colette to stand and to turn around so he could enjoy the view of sexy Colette from every angle. "That is one fine looking sissy!" Marcus said appreciatively.
I wrapped my arms around our handsome lover. "Well, Marcus, where do you want to begin. Would you like us to suck your dick together?" I asked. "Or maybe you'd like to fuck me while Colette tongues you asshole?"
"Nah," he replied. "The sissy can wait. I just want to have sex with you for a while."
"OK, darling. Whatever you want. Colette, sweetie, please go wait in ths closet until Marcus and I are done," I instructed. The combination of the wine from dinner and the Valium were having an effect on Colette. Obediently, he walked into the closet as he had done on other occassions when Marcus and I needed some alone time. I closed the closet door and Marcus and I made passionate (and very loud!) love while Colette listened and waited in the closet.
After Marcus had fully satisfied -- and exhausted -- me, he called out, "Sissy! Get in here!" Colette emerged from the closet. "Get on the bed," Marcus instructed.
"Oh!" I exclaimed. "He looks so pretty. Let me take some photos before you two have sex!" I said. I grabbed my camera and had Colette assume a variety of sexy photos on the bed. Marcus was clearly getting turned on watching this, his huge cock already starting to get hard again.
I kept taking photos as Marcus used poor little Colette for his enjoyment, first with Colette's mouth and then with his "sissy pussy." I have a whole collection of Colette's "action photos" posted on the web.
When Marcus was finally done cumming in my sweet little Colette, he told Colette to go sleep in the guest room so he could spend the rest of the night with me alone. As Colette was about to leave the bedroom I said, "Colette, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh yes, of course," he replied. "Thank you for fucking me Mr. Marcus. And thank you for fucking and pleasuring my wife in ways I never could."
"You're welcome, sissy," Marcus replied. "Now get out." And with that, Colette retreated to the little guest room for the night, a little unsteady in his high heels on account of the wine, the Valium and the serious fucking he had just had endured.
