Sissy Godiva (10 page)

It was dark when we got back to Tonya’s place. The streets seemed a little quieter than normal, even for a Sunday evening. “I’m not going back into the apartment, fuck that shit,” I said to Tonya. “That queer guy’s gonna try and rape me again, no thanks!” I leaned on a car, refusing to go any farther.

Tonya snorted and waved dismissively. “What queer guy? Daddy’s a big old pussy. He thought you wanted it, that’s why he was acting like he did. All you had do was tell him no! That would have stopped him. But you didn’t say anything, so he just got a little more excited. But you liked it, didn’t you?”

I glared at her. “No, I didn’t like it. He’s a stinking pervert, that’s what he is!” I pushed myself off the car and walked away, suddenly finding myself on Daddy’s doorstep.

Should I go in with them or shouldn’t I?
I followed them down the stairs. Tonya was right, Daddy wasn’t in. I let out a big breath.

Tonya looked at Sissy and they both snorted, exploding into laughter.
“Hmm, now where did we just hear that?” Tonya asked, still grinning at Sissy. “Wasn’t that Kid Paulie squealing to his momma that he wasn’t a queer? My ass, he wasn’t queer! Her little baby boy has been out sucking dick all along and denying it, too! I could tell when he put his mouth on my cock.
No, I’m not a queer! No, I’m not a queer!
Gimme a break, what a farce!”
I could feel myself turning beet red. Those were the exact words I’d been saying all along,
I’m not queer! I’m not queer!
Tonya pulled off her tights and blouse. She looked almost the same naked, her clothes matched her skin so well.
How many days had I spent looking at myself in my mirror? Had I been looking at the real me or a made-up me? And every time I saw my image in a shop window, my dick had gotten so hard that I leered at myself, saw myself blushing in recognition. Was I the “me” I’d imagined myself to be? Was I in love with an image of myself?
Tonya was going for a shower. “Gotta get that asshole’s spit off me,” she said, shivering. “You say they were all one family?” Sissy nodded. “They give me the creeps, slapping and beating each other up that way,” she said. “Nothing but low lifes, if you ask me.” She disappeared into the bathroom and we heard the water running.
Sissy stretched and yawned. “Man, I’m beat.” She sat on the couch and patted the seat next to her. “Ain’t you beat, too?”
I shook my head. “No, I’m fine, I’m okay.”
“Bet you wanna give yourself a nice beating off, don’t you?” she asked, fluttering her lashes. “I always do.” She tugged off her yellow leggings, then pulled her tiny panties off. She kept her purple halter top on, as if she was being modest or hiding a big surprise. Looking at her, I knew she wanted it to be a sort of treat. Her stiff penis, not as monstrously huge as Big Daddy’s, was a very nice handful. I automatically reached for it, pulling the skin back from the head.
She squirmed and leered at me. “I thought you’re not gay. Or are you?”
I smiled at her. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Gay, straight, tilted, crooked, whatever. I don’t care, as long I’m with you.”
“You mean that? You really mean that?”
I nodded at her. “You know I love you. I always did.” I ducked my head close to her ear and whispered. “All those months when I didn’t see you, I really didn’t know why I was alive. Life was meaningless, a wasteland, and all I did was trudge through it. Then you showed up again and in that instant I
knew
why I was alive—to be with you, no matter what.”
“Oh, baby, yes, I love you, too.” She fell against me and we wrapped our arms around each other, hugging and kissing, while my hand jerked her cock. She undid my zipper and brought mine out, tugging at it while I tugged at hers. As our moment of divine joint ejaculation swept over us, Tonya stepped out of the bathroom and the front door opened to let Big Daddy in. He saw us and hurried over, kneeling down to lick our cocks, desperate for any traces of semen, going from Sissy’s cock to mine, licking up whatever he could get. Tonya pulled him up, then knelt down and began to suck Daddy’s big dick—or as much she could fit past her wide-open lips.
I felt so at peace. I watched as Sissy got off the couch and sat on the floor, grabbing Tonya’s stiff dick. Almost instantly I decided to drop to my knees and I shuffled up to Tonya and Daddy—my tongue was straining for Daddy’s immense cock. Tonya looked amazed as she took her lips from his huge muscle to let me swoop over it. I was in awe of its size, but I was desperate to take in as much as I could. I couldn’t take in too much, as it turned out, but I managed to get the head of his cock between my desperate lips. Never had I been that near to a live and aching cock as I was in those moments. The scent of surrender and passion swept over me. I swore that one day I’d swallow that massive organ to the hilt—or as much of it as I could before it tore me apart.
I gagged on it, and the sound made me think of a wave, a tide, a tsunami sweeping up the good and the bad things in my life and washing them away forever. His semen poured into me, my mouth, my throat, my lungs, and my belly, making me feel serene, at peace. I kept my mouth glued to him. I no longer thought of ejaculation as spewing out scum, but as a beautiful spray of nectar which I’d always wanted to shower over me.
My image in the mirror? That’s exactly what I wanted myself to see!
I’d swallowed all his scum, but my lips still clung to him, sucking up his sacred moisture. I never wanted to let go of that huge, living cock.
I felt only my own bliss, but Daddy eventually pulled out and I toppled backward onto the floor. I was a bit stunned. I wiped my mouth while looking shyly up at him. Sissy and Tonya were still lapping at each other’s dicks.
Whose cock? Who cared!
Each of us was satisfied with the cock we were sucking.
Tonya, Sissy’s, Big Daddy’s, mine—who the hell knew? We were ecstatic!
I sat next to Daddy and was very glad when he put his arms around my shoulders, breathing in and out with me, looking very contented. Tonya broke from Sissy, letting her limp dick slip out of her mouth, as Sissy did the same. We stayed like that for some moments when Sissy said, “Hey, you know we’re on the floor? What do you think of that?” She burst into laughter with Tonya.
“Gotta get up, Daddy,” Tonya said, pushing herself up and holding an arm out to him.
“Yes, yes,” Daddy said, letting Tonya help him up. “Have to get up,” he laughed. “Gotta treat these ol’ nigger bones with some respect, can’t be lying on no floor like some Bowery bum!” He winked at me, then at Sissy and Tonya. They’d gotten back onto the bed, were giggling and caressing each other. Daddy took my hand and we watched them. My prick was stiff again and his was starting to rise, too. Just the sensation of his hand holding mine had gotten me hard. But I didn’t care, I was in
my
world, surrounded by people who shared my view. We four were queer, gay people in love, and that’s all there was to it.
Big Daddy put his arm around my shoulder as we looked at Sissy and Tonya kissing on the bed, holding and stroking each other.
Didn’t I just say that I loved Sissy? But here I was, cuddling up with Big Daddy.
His prick had hardened to an awesome size. I was nervous in a way, but I took him in my hand and started jerking him off. But one hand wasn’t big enough, so I wrapped my other hand around him and moved his humongous prick back and forth, back and forth, as he did the same to me. I felt tiny, miniscule, as we tugged each other, him big, me teeny, but he tensed and shivered, and a blast of ejaculate spewed mightily out of him. I felt like I’d need a mop just to wipe it off. The stream slicked my hands and fingers but I didn’t want to let go of his prick. I bent over and rubbed my face on my hands, trying to make his jelly mine.
Sissy and Tonya were lost in their own passions, their faces glued to each other’s, as if compelled by a force of nature— or perhaps because there could be no better place to be.
I smiled and straightened up, contented. I kept playing with his monster cock and tweaking his big balls. He kissed me, also massaging my organ. Oh, the bliss of never wanting to let go of him. I didn’t care about anything else. We fell onto the couch and he moved on top of me.
“I don’t think—” I started.
“Hush, baby, hush.”
I no longer cared; my feeble protests were just that, feeble. I followed every suggestion that fell from his mouth. We kissed with tenderness, my arms around him, him holding my shoulders. He leaned over and picked up a tube from the end table.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Vaseline,” he said, unscrewing the top. “You need some for some real ass-fucking, honey.”
“What?” I tried pushing him off, shaking my head. “No, no ass-fucking, not me!”
Sissy and Tonya were looking at us.
“Slow down, good buddy,” Daddy said. “What did you think was happening with all that kissing and smooching? Did you think I was going to let you get away with just that? I want my dick up that ass of yours.” We looked at each other. I could feel Tonya’s and Sissy’s eyes on me. “Let’s do this the proper way, okay? Roll over, sweetie.” His voice was soft, gentle.
What was the big deal, anyway? It was just a dick up the ass.
I rolled over. A cool streak probed my asshole.
“That’s right, honey, put your ass up in the air,” he said softly. “That’s it, you like that, don’t you?”
I pulled my knees under me and pushed my ass up, feeling a bit stupid. But I knew it was a sexy pose, at least. Just as I’d stared at Sissy, at Tonya and lusted after them, my ass was pulsing and throbbing for Big Daddy.
The Vaseline made my asshole feel luscious and smooth. A finger entered. I quickly twisted away, squirming and looking at him.
“Don’t do that, that hurts,” I breathed out, a bit ashamed.
He sighed, looking back at Sissy and Tonya.
“Of course it hurts,” Tonya said, then shrugged. “All of life hurts. You have to take the good with the bad and just go on.”
“She’s right,” Sissy nodded. “Take it any way you can, just take it. Never met a sissy who wasn’t able to take it.” She looked at Tonya. “They cry at first but later they beg for it, isn’t that right, sister?” They were both looking so expectantly at me. I rolled back over and shoved my ass up in the air, this time a little higher. Sissy and Tonya smiled, as I waited eagerly, feeling a little smug with myself.
“Go to it, Big Daddy,” I said, sounding hopeful. “Shove it in me.”
But Daddy rolled me onto my back, spreading my legs and pushing them up, settling my knees over his shoulders. I thought it probably was the best position for a deep ass-fucking.
What could be better? The ass and cock in beautiful alignment, coming together as one. Ass and cock, one on top of the other. Lovely!
I felt him pushing into me. “Easy baby, don’t resist. Just let go, relax.”
I melted, feeling my thoughts ease into nothingness, relaxing in a bliss of emotionless sensation. Then I felt him shove harder and I held back, setting up a wall between us.
“No, I can’t, please, don’t,” I pleaded. “You’re too big!”
He glared at me then. “Quiet, you little pussy. Take it up your ass like you want to.” He started shoving into me. “Be a good girl, you pussy!”
I knew my resistance only increased my pain, so I tried to stop fighting. I felt something pierce me, and then it wasn’t my resistance but a wall of pain preventing the pleasure from sweeping over me.
“You know, he’s probably still a virgin, don’t you?” Tonya said. “That’s probably the problem.”
“A little virgin, eh?” Daddy hissed. “Are you?” He leered at me. “Oh, yes, a little virgin, I’d die for a little schoolgirl like you. Oh, honey, no wonder I didn’t know what was wrong! Your silliness makes sense now.” He loomed over me, smiling wickedly. “Get ready for the ass-fucking you’ve been waiting for your whole life!”
“No!” I screamed, but he had me trapped. He dropped onto me, pushing my thighs into my chest. His cock drilled into me and my sphincter ripped apart, then
opened
as a wealth of otherness streamed into my body. It was as if the ocean had flooded me, drowning me in the euphoria of a newness I’d never dreamed of, but here it was—sublime pleasure and peace!
“Oh, God!” I moaned, not from pain but from glorious satisfaction. “Oh, God, oh, God, yes, yes, yes!”
He pounded into me, back and forth, his huge cock having tasted my virginal flesh, almost becoming one with me.
“Lovely bitch, take that cock, yes!” he shouted. “You fuck, you pussy bitch, take it, take it!”
He kept pounding into me. It was almost like pain, but not quite. Pain signifies hurt, but I wasn’t hurting. It was more like discovering a new
me
that I never knew existed. It wasn’t pain, it was
surprise
that such pleasure was real, an awesome sense of wonder. He kept thrusting into me, calling me names, which I was starting to believe and adore.
“Yeah, you bitch!” His fists gripped the bedclothes as his face clenched in pain—or was it pleasure?—but then I felt him bursting inside me, flooding my insides as if signifying an inner blessing. I’d been fucked in the ass, his semen deep inside me.
But then he pulled out, and the pain flared up instantly.

As he pulled out I felt myself caving in, as if a wall was being pulled down inside me, collapsing into myself, an utter emptiness. I felt devastated, abandoned, and I believe that was the real root of my hurt—not that he’d fucked me viciously but that he’d pulled out and abandoned me when I wanted him so much to be a part of my life.

Daddy lay there a few moments, then pushed himself up from the couch and staggered to the bathroom. Sissy and Tonya looked at me. I was surprised by how motionless they were.

I tried moving, wanting to close my legs, but the pain was too intense. If I lay open-legged like some prostitute, then I didn’t hurt. But the slightest movement was excruciating, each time I moved it hurt more than before. I raised my arm and let it drop over my eyes.

“Psst,” I heard Sissy say. “Vinnie, how you doing?” Sissy and Tonya were looking at me nervously. “Okay, I guess. Just can’t move my legs, it hurts real bad.” Tonya spoke up. “Only natural. I knew Daddy was too big

for you. The first time is murder and you swear you’ll never do it again, but the second or third time and your ass will be up in the air and you’ll be praying he shoves it in deep again.” She lit a cigarette. “Mark my words, your ass was flat before, but it’ll perk up just waiting for him to do it again.”