Sissy Fiction Novels & Stories

“One night. Scratch the itch. She’ll never know.” Simone stepped closer. Her fingers trailed down my arm, light but electric. “I’m not here to force you,” she whispered. “Say the word and I’m gone. But if you want to know what a different pussy feels like… I’ll ruin you for vanilla in the best way.” My throat was sandpaper. Fanny’s smile flashed again. Then Simone’s body—lush, dangerous, everything Fanny wasn’t. Just once. She’ll never know. I took her hand.

Every tug, every suck, every pinch sent sparks straight down between my legs. I could feel myself getting wet, my pussy starting to throb and ache. The shame made it worse. I was standing on the path to an old haunted mansion with my shirt up and my breasts out while my friends played with me like it was nothing. Cassie pinched my right nipple harder, pulling it outward. “Look at how hard they are already. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Sophia?” I bit my lip harder, trying not to make a sound. Kendall sucked deeper on my left nipple, her teeth grazing the tip just enough to make my breath hitch.

Mino hissed, watching her run two slender fingers over the wet pink snatch, stroking and rubbing her puffy folds,, enticing him closer. He moved towards her, groaning as his cock leaked precum shamelessly. A wet patch formed on his skirt where the tip of his nice huge dick constantly rubbed against the material. “Are you going to give me that huge cock?” Fenny purred, slapping her pussy lightly and moaning like a slut as that was both jolting and delicious. Her pussy creamed harder and Mino’s cock throbbed like crazy as more juices squirted down her thighs. “Or are you going to stare at me all day?”