A Sissy Saga Ch. 12

Abigail seemed about to storm away. No smile. Not even a sideways glance in his direction. But then something made him pause and turn his head.

"Sorry to hear about all the trouble you've had lately. I know you believe it was me who split on you to my mother about you going with Judd, but I promise you I never said a word."

Wendy remained grim faced. "Oh really. Who else could it have been?"

Abigail's face cracked a patient smile. "I happen to know that Judd isn't the macho-man everyone thinks he is. He's old man Larkin's bottom. Larkin gave him a thrashing and made him tell who he'd been with that night, then the mean old fella told my mother about it out of pure spite. Believe me or don't believe me, but that's how it is."

Wendy did believe him at once, and was so utterly relieved and comforted by the explanation. Abigail had never been a tickle-tattle in the past, so it had to be true.

Without giving any other concession Abigail walked out of the room, and amid the sudden silence Wendy gazed at Poppy who remained on the bed further along. The sissy-princess was like an exquisite effigy with a wholesome tint in his cheeks, beautiful in his nakedness, fresh and radiant and filled with a vitality that was sensual. Quite the wrong person to be angry with. Poppy showed love that was fiery and frantic, but to him it was like a ship that passed in the night. Passion with Abigail had stirred in his breasts and made his nipples tighten, but the pure lines of his face were virgin-like and his eyes were innocent.

Wendy felt no bitterness toward him. He was forever sweet and friendly - little more than a mischievous hob-goblin really, and he admired Poppy's unflappable tranquillity and his ability to cocoon himself from the kind of emotions that tortured people like himself. How nice to have a nature like his. If he had disappointments or hard knocks he didn't seem to feel them much. He was always smiling and he never took any of his sexual partners seriously. Flighty he may be, but he was never fooled by the illusions of a relationship. His only consideration was to extract pleasure from a situation before it faded.

As he watched, Poppy rolled onto his back and pushed himself up on his elbows, quite unashamed of his nudity and unconcerned that his enormous penis was noticeably turgid and moist. "Wendeee, d'yu wanna toss me off?" The sissy's voice carried a musical lilt and his playful eyes, his shameless smirk, his wondrous bare body, all tantalised.

Sulkily Wendy shook his head. "No, I don't."

"Wanna watch while I do it for myself?"

"No."

A few moments of silence followed, before Poppy bleated again. "Wendeee, I'm feeling neglected. Come and sit with me."

Wendy wasn't fooled by the sissy's precious little girl voice. He knew Poppy well enough to know he wasn't being invited to a platonic get together. But then he thought, what the hell, why not?

He rose up and went down the room to join him. Although Poppy's good looks gave him vanity they never made him unapproachable. "Sorry I had to be a killjoy just now with you and Abigail."

The other boy regarded him with an unconcerned smile. "You could have managed it better. You could have waited 'til Abigail had finished. He was really going strong and he only needed another minute." He squirmed suggestively on the bed covers, then added, "I say, your folks live in Arabland, don't they?"

"They live in the Gulf States, I suppose they're Arab lands."

"Arabs have sultan's, don't they?"

"No, not usually. More often they have sheikhs."

"I bet sheikhs are like sultans. I bet they have great big harems of pretty sissy-boys."

Wendy sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked Poppy's flushed cheek with one hand while the other caressed his she-boy breasts, squeezing the nipples between his fingers until they grew firm. At once Poppy's lips parted as he looped his arms around his neck and drew him down. Showing not the least hint of guilt at betraying Abigail they shared a warm, lingering sissy-kiss.

Open-mouthed, jaws shunting in unison, their tongues stroked against each others teeth and gums before rolling together in a wet, sexy joust. Poppy's mouth tasted good, clean and pampered.

Nipples next, thought Wendy. Poppy was not quite flat-chested and he had a slight plumpness in the region of his nipples. Wendy pushed him down and pressed against him, kissing his neck, then his upper chest, then trailing kisses to his left nipple. It was delightfully puffy, slightly pink and extraordinarily beautiful, and the erect little teat had the texture of a pencil-eraser. When his mouth closed down on it and he sucked Poppy whimpered with pleasure.

There was no reason for it but sexual gratification, and perhaps for Wendy a small way of spiting Abigail for the neglect he felt. After feasting on both sissy nipples he rose up and kissed Poppy's forehead and his face, then took his lips in his mouth and kissed and bit them softly while his hands stroked up and down the boy's naked body, running his hands everywhere as if exploring the structure of muscles and bones beneath the skin. The flesh was warm, the texture of skin like satin, and the taste of him was of honey-soaked roses. No wonder Poppy was such a favourite with everyone, he was gorgeous.

Eventually his hand ventured down onto Poppy's coltish thighs and encircled his penis and he teased him under his balls before touching the stiffened cock; a huge bone wrapped in silk around which his fingers curled neatly.

"You smell nice. Just like a flower. Like a whole bunch of flowers." he murmured in his ear.

The sissy kissed him ardently, this time taking his face in his hands and crushing his lips hard against his own, while his tongue traced inside his mouth to slither and probe. When he drew back Poppy was breathing hard through his nose. "Get your pants off Wendy. You can't have proper fun with your knickers on."

Wendy's pants did quickly come off, then they enjoyed another lengthy kiss whilst pumping the satiny soft skin on each others hot sissy joysticks. The bedstead shook and clanked as they rolled back and forth, mouths joined in voluptuous jousting, kissing biting and licking. Wendy was rarely forceful or aggressive, but despite that it was Poppy who accepted the female role. It always came naturally to him. He relished the fondling and nipple sucking of a partner and rarely objected when a person on top wanted more.

A faint, rather coquettish smile flickered on his mouth and his eyelids fluttered. Marvellously warm and compliant, he coiled against Wendy and sighed salaciously. "Poppy wants cock. He wants fucky-fucky."

With his penis extended and already juicing Wendy was beyond refusing such a request. "What about Abigail? Won't he be angry if he comes back and finds me doing you before he's finished himself?"

"Um yes, he probably will be cross - so you'd better make it a quick one."

Wendy rolled from the bed and tucked the front of his skirt into his waistband. Poppy was already on his back, but he told him to swing round onto the edge of the bed and raise his knees. In such a position his sissy-hole was most vulnerable, and since it had been recently lubricated and used by Abigail they both knew it would offer no resistance.

He took hold of Poppy's ankles and levered his legs up and back, almost over his shoulders, then with a sigh his slender form pressed against the inviting open bottom. Bare buttocks pressed onto his thighs, and bowing slightly he was able to look down and see the shaft of his engorged cock disappearing into the already well buggered rectum of the most used she-boy in the school.

He watched as it melted into him. Felt the glorious sensation as it delved into hot, cloying confines, and sighed in wonder as a warm enveloping softness of sissy-boy flesh surrounded it. Once his erection had penetrated beyond the anal ring it found only a squishy, silky soft resistance and he entered in like so many had done before, feeling raw pleasure as his body responded in the most lascivious and shocking way.

Poppy's muscles sucked him in and their young bodies locked, spasmed and merged. After several moments of screwing deep Wendy pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside the boy, then he eased forward again, repeating the strokes and building momentum, pressing down and banging in and out with as much energy as he could muster.

"Umm, that's it, that's nice - do me Wendy. Hump me - hump me hard."

Poppy's calves were on Wendy's shoulders, giving him full access to the depths of his bowels, and Wendy was soon plunging deep with every stroke. The subservient she-boys backside strained to meet each thrust, and whimpers of pleasure escaped his lips as his sissy lover increased the speed of his lunging.

The bedsprings groaned too, and glassy-eyed Poppy began panting. "That's it! Go on, go on. Do it - do me! Ooh, aah! Yes, do me - shag me." His anus twitched and flexed around the hot shaft inside him, trying to milk the strength out of it, and in reply Wendy pushed with his thighs, squirming his pelvis to force his youthful rammer in to its root.

"Crikey, you're awfully randy."

"Yeah," Poppy agreed with a shaky laugh, "I'm a real hot cow tonight, aren't I? Oh, do hurry up and put some spunk in me."

"'ELLO, 'ELLO! WHAT'S GOING ON 'ERE THEN?" said a jovial voice in the pantomime cliché‚ of an old time policeman at the end of the room.

"Omigosh!" The voice was so unexpected that Wendy felt a shock to his backbone and both he and Poppy shuddered and keeled over sideways, disengaging as they did so.

There was a noise at the door and light footsteps came up the aisle between the beds. Wendy tried not to turn his head, but couldn't help it. He had to look. He half expected to see Abigail looking ruffled and grumpy at the sight of him indulging with Poppy before he'd done pleasing himself, and he felt an odd kind of relief to find it was Nanette.

Although Nan had taken his place as prefect there was never any acrimony between them, and although he was far more assertive than he himself could ever be he treated him almost as an equal, and invariably gave him the respect due to a senior pupil. They'd been intimate with each other a few times and he was only ever dominant when he had a right to be - when he was on top and ramming hard.

Nan took everything in at a glance; the bare flesh, the dishevelled expressions, the stiff, twitching erections, and he offered an apologetic look.

"You look like you were having a good time. Sorry to break it up, I didn't mean to startle you."

"We thought you were Abigail," Wendy told him, "He's only half done using Poppy, and you know how fussy he is about things."

Nan gave a throaty laugh. "Abby's with Miss Twist, and he'll probably be a while yet. I didn't think you'd be so twitchy about him since you know him better than anyone else - 'cept of course you've not been in much favour for a while, have you?"

Wendy ignored the personal reference. "Poppy's real hot-stuff tonight."

Nan nodded. "Poppy's always good pussy. He's beautiful. Dresses like real girl, fucks like a bunny and sucks cock like a vacuum-cleaner." His eyes widened, "Christ, neither of you have had cummies yet have you? We'll have to put that right."

He sat on the bed, took hold of Poppy penis and cupped his balls. "You're quite shameless, aren't you, Poppy?"

The other sissy blushed. "Suppose so."

"You definitely are," affirmed Nan, offering a wink to Wendy, "Poppy may be the most effeminate sissy-freak in the school, but he still enjoys having his plums played with." Masturbating the sweet angel with a casual slide of his hand, he added, "Will you marry me one day, Poppy?"

The sissy grinned, broadening his face into cherubic roundness. "Might do if Miss Hancock can't find me a sultan."

"You'll be a picture walking down the aisle with flowers in your hair, and I'll insist your wedding-dress is white lace and satin, you'll like that - though I think your skirt will have to be very short - you've such delectable legs and thighs and you'll want to show them off, won't you?"

Poppy giggled at the outrageous idea.

"He's a little minx," Nan remarked to Wendy, "Abigail will probably smack him when he returns."

Poppy face became animated and he pouted defensively. "He didn't say not to do anything else while he was away."

"Well, if you were my date I wouldn't expect you to go shagging with other people if I just popped out the room. Trouble is you're such a wanton gay-thing, and you can't resist an opportunity when it comes along. You enjoy being shagged, don't you?"

Poppy lowered his eyelids and smiled back at him. "Yes, Nan."

"You like to feel a length inside you, eh?"

"Yes, Nan."

"And you love to have someone jack-off in your arse, don't you?"

"I don't mind."

"I know you don't mind, and if I feel like trying you myself when Wendy's finished, you won't object, will you?"

"I suppose not."

Like a butterfly flitting from blossom to blossom, and without a pang of guilt about playing fast and loose with Wendy, he slipped his hands onto Nan's shoulders and kissed him on the mouth. Well, he reasoned, Nanette was a prefect now and there was nothing to be gained by upsetting him.

Nan must have given a devilish shove at that moment, because Poppy let out a moan, then Nan said, "Right. Good girl. Better slot you back onto Wendy's stalk now so he can fill you with spermies."

He indicated for Wendy to lay on his back across the bed, then told Poppy to face him and straggle his thighs. When that was done to his satisfaction he immediately took hold of Wendy's cock and stroked it earnestly, making it bounce and extend even further than it already was. Shepherding its tip into the well-oiled eye of Poppy's angelic back passage he crammed the youthful sissy down on it.

"Ooh." Poppy grimaced as he became spiked like an apple on a stick, but then at once he began moving rhythmically, riding up and down on the length of randy muscle inside and taking it from top to bottom.

"That's the way. " encouraged Nan. "Go right down on it. Fuck the juice out of it. You're well oiled and it slides in easily. I bet you could manage ten inches before it starts hurting."

When Poppy began flexing his anus right and left in a way he'd learnt long ago, Nan drew back. Inspired by the view of a handsome cock ploughing a restless, eager ring-piece he lowered his own pants and started to jerk his cock. It was no competition to Abigail's great stonker, but it gave fine enough service.

Moving forward once more, and oblivious to the occupation of Poppy's anus he forced a finger in beside Wendy's penis.

"Oh, ooow - Hey Nan, what're doing?" Poppy squeaked. His legs shook. "Ho, aaah - aah - ooohrrroooo!"

"You're a bit on the tight side, but it will have to do." Nan told him. He extracted his hand, then oiled his own cock copiously and climbed up behind, placing the tip of it where his fingers had explored.

"Ungh!" Poppy grunted as the head of Nan's penis forcefully wheedled in to try and join Wendy's unflinching erection. "Eeee! No - fuckin'ell Nan. Not two at once. You mustn't - I can't - it's impossible..."

"Yes you can. It's tight, but I reckon you're more capable than you think." the other student assured him as he pushed, slowly squeezing and stretching him to the absolute limit.

"Ooooh, aaah!" Poppy protested as an electric thrill of panic surged through him. His backside was pinned in place and was being made to accept all thrusts. It was painful. "Oh Nan, this really is too much - I can't manage two at the same time. You'll split me, you really will. Why can't you each take turns with me?"

Nan ignored him. The novelty of the situation fascinated him, and he concentrated on heaving forward. Slithering up just a little at a time it took what seemed ages to establish the second penis inside the frantic sissy-bum, but by being careful both Nan and Wendy were eventually cock on cock inside his tight confines, and able to fuck him together. In unison they pulled back and thrust forward with awkward jerks while Poppy's anus squeezing their dicks together into a single tube of flesh.

Wendy lay almost helpless on the bottom of the little stack. He wasn't uncomfortable though, and the sensation of Nan's testicles gently nudging against his own was rather erotic, but he did feel astonishment at having Nan's stout, muscular cock slide alongside his shunting erection. That was weird.

It was more than weird for Poppy. Face as red as a radish he gasped in disbelief and his eyes misted over. Never before had this happened to him. Even when he'd been gang-banged in the past men had only ever fucked him one at a time. Having two pricks stuffing his sissy-pussy together was a strange sensation, it was unique and probably kinky, and it was quite painful too. He only endured it because he was curious. His mouth gaped with an expression of fearful joy. Two dick's together. Wow, what wickedness. What would it feel like if they did a squirt at the same moment? Two randy stiffies both spewing cock-cream into his tight little rectum together.

For a few moments he allowed his senses to whirl in the sheer eroticism of what was happening, but then the discomfort became unbearable and he threw himself sideways.

Nan winced as his connection suddenly ended. "You shitty girly-git! You nearly snapped my prick off!"

***

Abigail's mouth curved down in dissatisfaction as he made his way back to the dormitory. His effort to devise a task-rota for Open Day had aroused cold cynicism in Miss Twist.

"Not good enough," she'd said ( He never liked people saying that to him). "You're showing Zoë upstairs on one schedule while on another he's already being employed elsewhere. And you've put Alice in a classroom when he should be in the gym."

"Pull up your socks." she'd said ( He wasn't wearing socks, he thought churlishly). "Straighten your seams." ( His stockings were seamless, he sulked). "I'd expected better of you Abigail, but your heads obviously too full of girly thoughts at the moment. Go somewhere quiet and milk your doodle, then have another look at things."

He'd have liked Miss Twist to milk his doodle for him. He'd been girlified for a long time and never had sex with a female, but he knew he'd enjoy being handled by good looking women with strong, knowing hands and a firm grip. Emma Twist had all the qualities needed. She could pull out cream from a house-brick, he just knew she could. She'd make him cum a blizzard. But she'd no intention of entertaining such an idea. She went no further than patting his bottom up under his skirt.

Wendy and Nan gazed at him with slightly guilty expressions when he entered the room. They were both poised over Poppy's naked body with their skirts tucked up and their undraped cocks rearing obscenely, but although they respected his status and his temper and they'd clearly been indulging in something raunchy, they didn't hold him in the same kind of awe as the first-termers did.

"Just passing the time," explained Nan with an amiable shrug. "Poppy's a bit of a tease without his pants."

Scrambling to the edge of the bed, Poppy alone showed some agitation. "It wasn't my idea. They made me do it."

With surprising calm Abigail sat down on the mattress opposite. "You're a airhead Poppy. You're a bimbo with the morals of a cat." he replied testily. Glancing at the notes in his hand he morbidly considered the revision he still had to do. "Since you're so concerned for Wendy and Nan you'd best calm them down properly before you and I start again."

Poppy glanced sideways as Nan quickly moved towards him in a way that was overtly predatory, the front of his gymslip draped across the stem of his unrelenting erection.