Puppy Love

***

Half an hour later, Mr. Morris arrived and Camilla introduced him to Robin. Blushing, Robin minced forward on his high heels and curtsied to the guest. Mr. Morris took his hand and kissed it.

All through dinner, Robin served the party. Every time Mr. Morris' glass ran low, Robin would casually see to it that it was refilled. While they ate, Robin sat silent, attending to his food, his eyes downcast. He took good care to act as lady-like as possible, not gobbling down his food or leaving lipstick on the rim of the glass. Every now and then, Mr. Morris complimented his looks and manners. Robin got all flushed at the attention, and looked down coquettishly. He was seated next to their guest, and at several occasions during the conversation, he reached over and ran his fingers down his hand.

As time passed, Mr. Morris' advances got bolder. Robin felt his hand on his knee. Slowly, it moved up towards his crotch and rested a moment on the protruding bulge of his panties. Then, it moved round to Robin's behind and pulled the back panel of Robin's panties down slightly. Robin gave a gasp of surprise at the feeling. He soon started in his seat, as Mr. Morris slipped a finger up his puckered arsehole.

Conversation had died out during the last few minutes. John and Camilla had watched the scene intently. Now John rose and said, "Robin, my child, you are excused; attend to our guest."

***

Robin Speaks...

We moved into the living room and sat on the sofa. Morris casually moved over, putting one arm around over the sofa, draping it on my shoulder. Simultaneously, we turned our heads, looked at each other and started kissing passionately.

Morris put a finger on my lips. As he slowly rubbed his finger on my lips, he got real close to me. Slightly opening my mouth, I poked my tongue out at his finger and licked it. He rubbed the saliva coated finger slowly over my lips and I flicked my tongue out at it a few more times. He stopped moving his finger and put it right in the middle of my lips, pushing softly. I parted my lips and allowed him to insert his finger into my mouth. I slowly started to suck on it as I stared into his eyes. I sucked hard and rolled my tongue on his finger, suckling like a calf.

"Kneel down before me, my pet," Morris suddenly said. As I did, he undid his trousers and produced his throbbing member. I positioned myself between his parted legs with my face turned up at his crotch, convinced that I was to give him head. Instead, he began masturbating, his cock only inches from my face. I could smell the sweet, musky smell of his manhood and feel the heat against my face. I leaned forward to take him into my mouth, but he slapped my lips with his cock, "You little bitch! You're dying to taste this, aren't you? You'll just have to keep on dreaming, dreaming of my hot cock inside your mouth, down your throat! Dream of me, sissy, dream of me, slut! Do it... Do it... DO IIIIT!!! AAAAARRGHHH!" With that, he erupted, shooting slivers of scolding spunk across my face. I arched my back and raised my face up at him to catch the remainder of the drops. With a finger, I scooped what sperm I could salvage from my face into my mouth, but most of it had ended up in my hair. Then, I opened my eyes and saw John piling up above me. As I tilted my face up to his to be kissed, he carried me over to the table and draped me on it on my stomach, picking up my skirt and tugging and pulling down my panties. Instead of fear or concern on my part, I was eagerly awaiting the inevitable penetration. All along, little whimpers of encouragement escaped me in a pleading voice hitherto unknown to me.

"Oh, my little Juliet" he exclaimed, "I'm gonna fuck you till you forget everything but my prick up your arse, the silk against your delicate skin, the panties on your slender hips, pump you so full of sperm that you will beg me to always be my little sissy."

***

Robin moaned loudly as John's fleshy member ploughed its way up his bowels. With his newly varnished, red nails he reached behind him and spread open his arse-cheeks. At last he got to feel John's big cock inside him, the cock had dreamed of every second since he first saw it spew.

"Oooohhh, yeeesss," Robin exhaled while he pushed back against the unhampered ramming of John's organ, "I'm your little subservient slave girl."

In all the commotion, Robin had not noticed how Morris had moved round to his face again, and now stood holding his limp cock in one hand whilst raising Robin's chin with the other.

Robin looked up at the huge gland blocking his view, reached out and led the flaccid, greasy member into his mouth, still glutinous with Mr. Morris' first load of cum. Robin's eyes, accentuated with black, lit up with joy as it grew in his mouth once more.

He now felt John's hand slip inside the dress to caress and pinch his nipples. Damn! It all felt so good! Robin let go of his arse-cheeks and tried to steady himself by supporting his weight on his hands. As he pushed up on his hands, John slid one arm across the front of Robin's chest and pulled him up. The second arm went around his waist. John lifted Robin completely off the table with the boy's feet dangling off the ground. Holding him tightly against him, he arched backwards and drove his cock deeper into Robin's arse, ferociously pumping. The sissy was impaled on his cock, swinging back and forth like a rag doll. He tried to hold on to John's arms but his bucking movements were violent and sadistic. There were times when he had to release Morris' cock from his mouth, invulentarilly or otherwise, lest he should bite it by accident, such was the rampant pace of John's fucking.

"You're such a sweet boy," John hissed in his ear, "ooooh, my little darling, you're so fine!"

Robin savagely bounced up and down, forward and backward on his cock. Robin's shoes fell off his feet. he was getting fucked like he'd never been fucked before. He literally fucked his shoes off.

Robin pressed back, trying to match him. The room was silent, except for the pleasured moans of the two men and the transvestite on the table.

Robin licked harder, as John began to shudder. Morris pushed Robin's face deep into his crotch, having him take as much of his cock as he could into his mouth without gagging.

Then, as if by mutual accord, just as Robin thought the two men were about to come, they looked at each other across his back and withdrew. Robin looked up in bewilderment, his mind in a lustful haze.

"Because you've been such a good slut, I'm going to grant you your wish," Morris said. He and John, then, switched places, and now, suddenly, it was Morris' soaked cockhead circling his rosebud arsehole, and John's throbbing cock, all drenched in Robin's juices, dangling in front of his mouth.

"I bet you are eager to find out what you taste like, aren't you my sweet?" john asked. Before Robin could answer, a sharp pain shot through his insides, as Morris thrust in as hard and as deep as he could possibly get in one go. Robin's mouth opened in a silent cry, which allowed John to push into his mouth. The acrid taste of sissy-arse filled his mouth and overpowered his senses and made him suck feverishly at the hard member that had split his bowels just seconds earlier.

Soon after, he felt Morris twitch deep inside his arse, and he knew it was time. He closed his lips firmly around John's cock and sucked deeply. John threw his head back and moaned loudly, and the two men came inside him just seconds apart.

As soon as John was through coming, he whisked his cock from Robin's hot mouth and ground it into his face, and Morris soon followed suit. Robin's face turned into a sticky pulp of cream and make up in moments, leaving the once pretty doll-face features of young Juliet a complete mess. Slivers of cum stretched between her parted lips.

The sissy-slut on the table tensed, and her face twitched with pleasure, and since only the back of her panties were pulled down, her cock spewed cum inside the front of them The men stood back, alowing the "girl" to enjoy the last moments of her fuck.