she took my place.
Alicia’s cock went all the way inside Harold with the first stroke. She started slowly, grinding her hips, and then finally she leaned over his back and bit his shoulder. Her hips humped his boy-pussy with an insistent tempo.
Harold was panting. His breath was a series of short gasps and groans. He really was getting off on this!
After a few minutes, Alicia pulled her cock out of his pussy. “Turn around and get up on the bench,” she barked. “I want you on your back with your legs spread.”
This looked familiar! Al icia was going to fuck Harold the same way Gustav had fucked her yesterday. Harold got quickly into his new position. His tiny little cock was standing upright.
Alicia put her cock against his boy-pussy, took a hold of both his quivering legs to keep them spread, and eased herself into him. Harold groaned.
I came around the side of the bench and watched.
“You’re such a good girl,” I said to Harold. I reached down and squeezed one of his padded breasts, and then my hand snaked down to his cock.
The moment I touched the head of Harold’s cock, he jumped. He was so sensitive! I waited for a moment, and then lightly wrapped my hand around the head of his prick.
“Aaawwww!” Harold groaned. I gave his cock three quick strokes and then stopped.
“Do you want to cum, sissy boy?” I asked.
Harold turned his head to look at me. The pleading expression on his face was pathetic. “Please!” he breathed. “Please let me cum Mistress Julia.”
“Well, I don’t know….” I teased. I touched his cock again, and it began to jerk.
“Please!”
I looked at Alicia. She had slowed her pace and was now fucking Harold’s boy-pussy with long slow strokes. “What do you think, Mistress Alicia? Has our little slut earned an orgasm?”
Alicia’s expression became suddenly stern, and she stopped pumping into Harold’s ass. “You can cum on one condition, slut,” Alicia said.
Harold’s head spun to hear Alicia’s demand.
“You will do anything we command you to do, and you will not refuse anything we instruct you to do until this session is over.”
“Yes,” Harold said instantly. “Yes, Mistress!”
“You swear this?”
“Yes, Mistress Alicia!”
We exchanged glances. I saw Alicia wink at me. I was having the time of my life with this girl!
“Very well, bitch. Cum,” I said.
Alicia began to pump her cock into Harold’s pussy with short, shallow strokes and I reached down and wrapped my hand firmly around his shaft. Harold let out a slow moan, and his hips began to buck in time with Alicia’s cock. Then suddenly he was tensing. His whole body began to tremble. It was like a human having an earthquake.
“ Aaaaaaahhhhhh!” Harold groaned. His cum erupted from the head of his cock like a geyser. One jet sprayed into the air, then landed in a puddle on his lacy white corset. Instantly a second, and then a third smaller gush exploded from his cock. Harold sounded like he was sobbing with the relief of his orgasm.
In all the twisting, groaning tension of his orgasm, Alicia had pulled her cock out of his ass, and he hadn’t even realized. He lay on the bench top, his body trembling, his chest heaving for air, his face flushed, and his body slippery with sweat.
Alicia and I stepped away from the bench, unfastening our strap-on harnesses and letting them drop to the floor. We were in no hurry. We waited until the last tremors of Harold’s ejaculation had passed and he had regained his composure.
“Do you enjoy being our little fuck pussy?” I asked Harold.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said with such sincerity that I actually believed him.
“Good,” I was gently rubbing one of his padded breasts, “and do you like being a woman? Being dressed up, I mean, and then being taken by a big hard cock?”
“Yes, Mistress Julia.” He answered.
I smiled. While I had been questioning him, my finger had lazily begun to trace its way down his stomach.
“Very good.