Sissy Godiva (11 page)

“Is that true?” Sissy asked. “How come mine ain’t up there? I been fucked in the ass many a time.”
Tonya blew out smoke. “Yeah, but not by Big Daddy. If you had been you’d be marked for life. Your ass would be in the air every time he walked in the room. It’s an ass-fucking you’ll never forget!”
Big Daddy came back in and looked at the girls, then at me.
Tonya sat up and put out her cigarette. “Where’s that other Vaseline you said was the medicine kind, you know?”
Big Daddy looked at me. “Do you hurt, baby?” he asked, going to a side table and retrieving a jar. “This will help. It’s cooler and more
mediciney
than that other crap.” He handed it to me.
I looked at the jar. Its pink label read
Vaseline Petroleum Jelly Healthy Intensive Care for Aches and Pains.
Mentholated, too. I shrugged
.
Manufacturer’s bullshit, I knew.
“Turn around,” he winked. “I’ll rub it onto you.”
I shook my head. “No fucking way!” I hissed, trying to move my legs, but once again the pain was brutal, like knives twisting deep inside me.
He shrugged. “Have it your way.” He tossed the jar next to me. “You want to lay there, then lay there. No skin off my nose.” He went over to the table near Sissy and Tonya and picked up their cigarette pack.
“Listen to him, honey,” Tonya said. “It’s for your own good.”
I sheepishly rolled over and put my ass up in the air. Daddy smiled, stubbing out his newly lit cigarette and came over. I could see his massive cock starting to harden again.
“Nice baby,” he cooed, pinching and fondling my ass cheeks. He took his hands off me and I heard him open the jar of cool petroleum jelly and scoop out a glob. Then his slicked fingers slid along my ass and probed into my anus. He was finger-fucking me and I already wanted more and more of it. But he withdrew the creaminess and I felt the walls collapsing on me again. I sulked but he scooped out more jelly and shoved his hand in again. But I didn’t care what he was doing with his fingers. I wanted that massive cock, not a finger, shoved into me and brutalizing me!
God, did I want that cock of his!
He pulled his hand out and I felt that collapse again.
Incredible that I wanted more of his dick up my ass!
“Hmm.” Daddy mused. “I must say, you have beautiful buttocks. Evenly proportioned, almost feminine in their roundness. You ever think of wearing tight girls’ clothes? You’d look amazing in those, I know that.” And he went on massaging my ass, running his fingers under my buttocks and softly squeezing. I lay still, my penis once again hard and throbbing. He tenderly patted my ass cheeks and rolled me over, my penis standing up on its own. There was some pain, but not as much as before.
“Yes, well,” Daddy said. “Hard again, I see.”
I blushed and got up, feeling unsure of myself. But I was able to walk, slowly, and headed for the bathroom. Daddy was right behind me.
“Be careful when you’re sitting down,” he said. “It’ll still be very sore no matter how much jelly you put on.”
I nodded. “Just going to pee, hey, but thanks for telling me that.” I held my penis as my urine streamed loudly into the toilet.
Daddy came in behind me. I was worried he might start something again, but he just cupped my ass and tenderly tweaked my ass cheeks. I shook myself dry.
“I’m gonna have to get home.” I wanted to leave the bathroom, but he blocked me.
“Tonya!” he called, still looking at me. “You have a pair of those pants you wear?” He turned back to the other room. “You know, those leggings? They’d be perfect for his sweet ass cheeks.” He looked back at me, once again fondling my buttocks.
“What leggings? For who?” Tonya shouted back.
He cupped my ass while he escorted me back to the living room. I marched obediently with him, our hard dicks bouncing before us, mine small and childish compared to his immense, manly one.
“You know, those leggings you wear? They’d be a perfect fit for our cute little big-butt friend.” He patted my ass cheek. I tried to squirm away. “They’d hold his ass very nicely, don’t you think?” he added.
“Leggings for
him
?” Tonya said, going over to open the closet on the other side of the room. The closet was full of beautiful women’s clothes, all seeming to pant, “please, please, put me on, I beg you.”
“Sure, I have a bunch,” she said, holding out a few pairs of leggings. “What color do you want?”
Purple, red, orange, and other colors flowed over her arms.
“Oh, yes,” Big Daddy said, picking out pink leggings. “This color will be perfect for him.” He turned to me, blinking a little dreamily. “Please put these on.”
I frowned, displeased. Pink wasn’t the color for me. What did they think I was, a sissy faggot?
“Oh, I love pink!” Sissy shrieked. “I was wearing pink just yesterday.” Then she pouted. “We could’ve been the Bobbsey Twins together in pink. Too bad I wasn’t wearing those today.”
I was furious. “Wait a minute, I’m not wearing
that
!” I waved the leggings away. “I’m not walking down the street in
those
, that’s for sissy girls.” I felt myself blush and looked at the floor.
“Oh, fiddlesticks,” Big Daddy said. “No one’s telling you to wear them down the street. Just put them on under your jeans. No one will know. They’re just like tights, see?”
He’d put one hand into the leggings and was stroking the panty. I couldn’t take my eyes off his hand moving inside the material. It was very erotic.
“These will fit you perfectly,” he breathed. “I know they will. Please, try them on.” He looked at Tonya and reddened. “Of course, if Tonya doesn’t mind. Do you?”
Tonya shook her head. “Of course not, Daddy-o,” she smirked at him. “You’ll just get me another pair, won’t you, Daddy?” He nodded quickly. “No, I don’t mind at all.”
Sissy was watching me. Daddy held the leggings up to my face. The material was soft and I was certain they were scented with perfume. I breathed in the scent and touched them.
“Wow. They’re so soft. And they smell nice, too.” I felt myself blushing.
Tonya shrugged. “I always put a dash of perfume on my clothes when I put them in the drier. Keeps them smelling so pretty and fresh.”
“You do?” Sissy interrupted. “So that’s why you always smell so nice.”
“Hey,” Tonya said, shrugging, “a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” She grinned and winked at Sissy.
I ignored their chatter, holding the pink leggings to my face.
“Put them on, baby,” Daddy prodded.
I bit my lip. “I think they might be a little too small,” I protested.
“Oh, ridiculous. They stretch, you know,” he winked. “Go ahead, try them on.”
I slid my hand into one pink leg. “Hey, there’s a foot.”
Sissy and Tonya sniggered at me. “Of course there’s foot, duh. What did you expect?” Tonya laughed, then turned serious. “Go ahead, do what Daddy says. Try them on.”
They were watching me eagerly. I sat on the couch and took one leg, a thumb on the inside as I bunched it up to the toe. I felt myself turn red, remembering how I’d spied on my mom putting on her stockings when I was little. I felt myself flush as I remembered watching detective thrillers where the women pulled up their nylons or peeled them off. I’d gotten hard-ons watching those women, as if I’d been trying the nylons on.
Had I gotten a hard-on watching Mom? Because that’s exactly what was happening now!
I’d pulled the first leg up to my knee, and I carefully pulled the other leg up to my other knee. I alternated pulling each leg up just an inch or so, enjoying the sensation as they crept upward. When I’d gotten them halfway up my thighs, I had to stand. I kept pulling them up an inch at a time, shifting one leg forward to slide the material up, then the other, inching them up slowly. The three of them were staring open-mouthed, Daddy with his big dick in his hand and slowly jerking it, and Tonya and Sissy doing the same to each other. I smiled as the leggings reached the tops of my thighs and quickly rolled the panties up, snapping the elastic waist at my belly.
“A perfect fit,” I gushed. I felt myself turn bright red.
My stiff penis and tight balls were cradled at the left side of my crotch, the leggings highlighting their bulk.
What a perfect thing for girls,
I thought,
leggings. We boys have nothing like that, that’s for sure
. Daddy walked over and put his hand on my penis, feeling the way it stood out in the pink fabric. His touch was exquisitely satisfying, as if were made for each other.
“Tonya, see?” Big Daddy said, gently squeezing my prick. “This is the ideal cock, firm and ready. You see how it stands out, the muscles rigid? Absolutely beautiful, very touchable. Tonya,” he turned to look at her and Sissy, “touch it, feel it, love it!”
Tonya and Sissy let go of each other’s dicks, pushed themselves up from the bed and walked toward me. My penis pulsed, ready for their soft touch. I felt Tonya’s curious probing fingers.
“Mm. Very, very nice. Stiff like you are, Daddy. Go ahead and touch it, Sissy.”
Sissy leered at me and touched my swaddled cock, stroking and massaging the hungry muscle.
“Not bad,” she grinned, “Not bad at all.”
I stood frozen, feeling the gurgle surge through my belly as she lightly stroked my penis, when the explosion gripped me, throwing me into a haze of confusion. The scum shot out of my prick into the pink leggings. I almost lost my balance, the semen saturating the material at my belly, but I didn’t care. The moisture looked very natural and proper. Sissy admiringly fondled my penis as Tonya pressed herself against Daddy’s side, her arm around his shoulders. My forehead was wet with sweat. I put my arm around Sissy.
“I gotta sit down,” I gasped, breathless, collapsing onto the couch.
Sissy fell down beside me, cuddling next to me.
“Take it easy, take it easy, baby,” she said. “Everything will be wonderful. I just know it will.”
I sighed out the satisfaction I was feeling. “I think so, too. Everything is going to be wonderful, like you said.” I kissed her and felt her tongue slip into my mouth.
It was almost 11:00 P.M. by the time me and Sissy started walking back to the Lower East Side. Big Daddy wanted us to take a cab. “I’ll pay,” he’d offered, but I refused. Tonya nodded, saying a walk would do me better than just sitting in a cramped, bouncing cab.
“I should know,” she said, patting her nice, big ass. “This girl has spread her cheeks many a time, and each time is so much better.” She smiled at us as we turned and I slowly limped along the street, Sissy holding my arm and helping me home.
After walking a block, I didn’t feel bad at all. I’d been nervous and tense when we started out, but my tension had shifted into a natural movement, a bounce, really. I began to feel totally soft and different. Sissy kept looking behind me, then suddenly sulked, “You know, you really
do
have a cute little butt. Round and bouncy, just like a teenage girl. All those beatnik perverts in our neighborhood are gonna be after you, that’s for sure. I’m jealous.”
“What do you mean, ‘teenage girl.’ Don’t be ridiculous.” We’d reached St. Marks Place with its bookstores, record shops, and bars and cafes where the locals hung out. “‘Teenage girl,’” I huffed again. “That’s crazy.” But then I saw a man staring right at me, a tall man wearing a rumpled suit and tie under his wrinkled raincoat, dragging deep on his cigarette and staring hungrily at me. I felt myself blush and pulled her across the street.
She turned back to look at the man and leered at me. “Bet you he’s a queer in a business suit, look at that wrinkled suit. If he is a ‘businessman.’ Probably just your run-of-the-mill writer, trying to look like an intellectual. The whole Lower East Side is filled with them, all writing novels to their lady loves,” she smirked up at me. “Or should I say
man
love?”
I gritted my teeth. “Oh, shut the fuck up, will you?” But she just smirked and kept looking at my backside.
“I must say, you
really
do have a cute butt.”
I was totally pissed and I felt my face burn red. We were on the corner of St. Marks Place and 1
^st
Avenue near a pizza shop. There were people hanging around and they must have overheard her, because they gave her and me a curious eye. I didn’t know if it was her seductive look that disgusted me but I shook her off and starting walking fast down 1
^st
Avenue.
“Hey, wait a minute,” she ran after me. “I didn’t mean anything.” But when we got to 7
^th
Street she looked a little nervous. We were right across from the diner where her mother worked. This late at night it was closed. She took my arm again. “You’re very cute,” she said, leaning up to peck my cheek.
We crossed the street, holding hands again as we got to my apartment building.
“I’ll meet you tomorrow,” I said.
She nodded. “In the park near Avenue B, that’s my favorite spot to sit and watch people.” She winked at me, pecked my cheek again, then walked away. I watched her to the corner, then she disappeared down 4
^th
Street. I knew what kind of pickup place the park could be. I shook my head and went into my building.
Going up the stairs in the dark made me nervous tonight. The building seemed even darker than usual, and I imagined a rapist or molester at each step. Some beatniks, or maybe hippies, lived on the second floor, but other than a loud conversation and the smell of marijuana, the stairs were quiet.
I reached my floor. For many months I’d jerked off on the landing as I gazed at Pips’ door, but now I didn’t want to do that. There were new rooms behind Pips’ new door. Probably a beatnik would rent it. I frowned and opened my apartment door.
The apartment was almost as dark as the landing; Mom had already gone to bed. I made my way to my room, bumping into a kitchen chair. Mom called, “that you, Vinnie?”
“Yes, Mom,” I said. “Go to sleep.”
She said something but I didn’t quite hear what it was. I was about to shut my bedroom door when she said something again.
What the hell?
I went to her room, knocked and opened her door. Her light was on and she lay in bed smiling at me.
“I’ve been thinking very hard, and you know I love you, don’t you, Vinnie?” she gushed, turning red. “No matter what you are, queer, straight, gay, or obnoxious, even, I just don’t care. You will always be my one and only son, and even if you were a sissy, it’s none of my business. I’d still love you very much, Vinnie.” She smiled up at me. “You love girls, you love boys, same difference to me, it’s what
you