Getting Their Boyfriends Together    by Prim

"But Angie," I wheedled, "just take me home, before anyone sees me like this. I'll be the laughing stock in a blouse and bloomers!" "Don't worry about it," she said, squeezing my hand as she led me along the path. "We'll be at Tina's in one minute, and that means you'll be meeting Frances again," and she smiled with that teasing look at me from under her lovely eyebrows. "You had such a great time with him last time, as you remember." I did remember. I could feel his arms round me now - from behind, as he embraced me while his stiff cock prodded between my ass cheeks trying to find the way in. Then he DID find the way in, and his warm legs and belly slapped again and again against mine as he pumped and pumped into me. It was an amazing. So exciting. "So that's why you have to wear this nice blouse and bloomer set, Timmy darling," She pulled me up against her and gave me a peck on the lips. "I bought it so that Frances would find you hot." She plucked at the extra pouffiness of the bloomer panty, which had extremely sissy white buttons down the outside of each leg and pink ribbons tying the legs at mid-thigh on both sides. "You suit a blouse, my sweet," and she flared the rose pink silk-satin out to the sides, crushing me with feelings of sexless weakness. She and Tina had discovered how they could make us keenly aware of our weakness when they had us in a dress or a blouse and a skirt. We simply gave in to their control over us and we became submissive. I knew that I had to do whatever Angie told me to. "Hi Angie," cried Tina as she opened the door. "Oh yes, what a dear little girly he is. Bring him in cos his boyfriend can't wait to see what he's wearing for their date." They took a hand each and pulled me reluctantly into the living room, and that's where my gaze fell on Frances. A weight of shame seemed to engulf me as I saw him devour me with his eyes and colour a deep shade of strawberry pink. To think we both played football for the college up to a month ago, and look at us now: me in a pink blouse with a white Peter Pan collar and little puffed sleeves at my shoulders, and Frances wearing a powder blue silk dress for a little girl. They wanted us to be young and feeble and pathetic, so that we just did as they told us. "You can't wait, can you?" teased Tina, speaking right into her boyfriend's ear as if he was an infant. "Shall we show YOUR botty-boos to Timmy this time? I'll bet he can't wait to push that stiff little dickie up your pussy-hole. He's come all this way in his blouse and panty just so that you can feel very sissy together." Her words were making my cock stiffen. I could feel the contempt in her grin and her cooing voice. Then Frances started to cry. It had a crushing effect on me. I saw myself in the same babyish position that he saw himself in under her scorn. "Come on, sissy-baby," urged Angie, holding me by my elbows and moving me up close behind Frances. "I'll help you get your little popsy into that sissy pussy. Then you can both feel lovely, like boyfriends together." "Yeah, or girlfriends," giggled Tina, and as she held her boyfriend from in front to keep him steady, Angie used her fingers to place my cock in exactly the right place, before she leaned forward on me and squeezed me in. Then she started pushing, pushing, pushing, in a steady rhythm from behind my ass. The girls held us locked in an inescapable clinch, so that it was perfectly natural for us to put our arms around each other. Our pleasure grew and grew. Timmy turned his face to me so that our trembling, tearful lips could find each other and exchange the sweetest of 'girlfriend' kisses. We were beginning to find we loved it as much as we had the last time. "That's right, girls," said Tina. "Kiss and fuck, kiss and fuck." "And once you get to a decent climax, you can turn about and cuddle the other way round. Isn't it lovely to be girly boyfriends together?"

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