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Chapter 8: Just a Taste

Harper gave Tiffany a glance. I looked from one to the other, opening my mouth to ask what she meant by that.

But it was filled before I had a chance.

I tasted salty heat and felt pressure on my tongue while Tiffany rocked her hips forwards and back. She slid her turgid length in my mouth, my lips draped limply over her. It was such a surprise that I almost didn't register what it was.

That's a cock in my mouth. That's Riley's_ cock in my mouth!_

The thought made me want to spit it out. I stared in horror as it slid slowly between my lips. I looked up at Riley. He was a guy, and his cock was in my mouth. I was sucking a guy's dick.

He was wearing lipstick and lingerie. He looked good doing it, I realized for a second time. That wasn't Riley right now. That was Tiffany, Harper's sissy. She was teaching me how to be one, too, because deep down that's what I wanted.

I've got a clitty too. I'm in pink lingerie learning how to suck a cock because I want to be a good sissy for Harper, too.

The words erupted in my head, their truth burning brightly. All of it felt so right. I'd never been more turned on in my life until that day Harper had dressed me in the nightie. Until she had ridden me in it. Until she had plugged me.

Until now.

I closed my lips around Tiffany's clitty and sucked on it, tasting her salty juices and swallowing them with a smile. She let out a long, happy groan as I did, looking down at me and grinning. I flicked my tongue on the underside of her clit and thrilled in the sudden, shocked look of pleasure on her face.

"Good girl , Kelsey!" exclaimed Harper from behind me. "Make sure you don't let her cum yet. Tiffany, I'm trusting you. Kelsey won't know when to stop, so you need to tell her."

"Of course, Miss Harper," Tiffany moaned.

"Don't make me punish either of you again," Harper added, her tone darkening and she stood from the bed.

"You won't have to, Miss Harper," Tiffany said, her voice slow and far away.

"Enjoy yourself, dear," Harper said as she unzipped her skirt and pulled off her shirt, kicking both into a pile by a chair. "If you follow my instructions, you'll get to make your little sissy cummies today."

She walked to a chair and sat in it, legs spread, and gestured for Tiffany to come over. I glanced at Harper and realized she wasn't wearing any panties. Before, seeing that would have made me jealous of Riley — a hot wife who wears skirts without panties? I want that — I'd do anything for that.

I guess now it was my job to put on a skirt and skip the underwear.

"Kelsey, on your back," Harper instructed, pointing at the floor between her feet. "Tiffany, fuck her face while you eat me out."

Tiffany and I arranged ourselves, her rear on my chest, clit in my mouth. I sucked and slurped her while she teased and licked between Harper's legs. Their moans and groans merged. My furiously hard clit stayed frustratingly, deliciously untouched. I missed Tiffany's mouth, but something told me asking about it was a bad idea.

What happened to Tiffany? And how could Harper punish me this time? _

I wasn't about to find out, so when Tiffany squealed she was about to cum, I released her. I stared at her twitching cock with half-shut eyes, hoping that I wasn't about to get my first facial. Tiffany gasped above me, her muscles tense. To my relief, she didn't cum.

"Good girls," Harper groaned. "Good, sissy girls."

After waiting for Tiffany's body to relax, I slipped her back into my mouth. She emitted a delighted moan that was muffled by Harper's legs. I slid up and down her length, grabbing one of her rear cheeks and squeezing. Tiffany yelped in surprise, and I felt her package jerk against my chest.

"Fuck, she's good," Tiffany said in a choked moan. "It's been so long since I've cum, Miss Harper."

"You're not about to start now," Harper said flatly. "Kelsey, how does she taste?"

"Normal?" I said, unsure of what a clit was supposed to taste like.

"When she tastes salty, let me know."

Harper came twice from Tiffany's mouth and fingers before I tasted the first dribbles of salty precum from her clit. I slurped them down and swirled my tongue around her, proud of the squeals I was drawing from her. I may not have sucked a cock or a clit before, but I thought I was getting pretty good at it already.

"I taste it," I said, releasing Tiffany's clit from my mouth to her agonized groans. "Now what?"

"Tiffany, do you think I should let you make cummies today?" Harper asked, pushing Tiffany back.

"Yes, Miss Harper, please! I want to so bad," she squealed, helping me into a sitting position in front of Harper.

"What do you think, Kelsey?"

I looked at Tiffany's wide, hopeful eyes. I could read her expression, knew what she wanted. She might not be Riley anymore, but she was still my friend. We were sissy girls together — and I was not going to deny her the opportunity to cum.

"She did such a nice job sucking my clitty," I gushed. "And she has been so gentle and patient with me while I learn."

"Is that a yes?"

"I think so," I grinned at Tiffany.

"Very well, girls," Harper sighed. "But only if Kelsey is the one to get you there."

"Please, Kelsey," Tiffany moaned, her voice overflowing with hope. "I know it's your first time and everything, but…"

I'm a good sissy, I reminded myself as my stomach tied itself into a knot. And this is what sissies are for.

"Of course I'll do it," I said quietly, the words making my clit even harder.

Tiffany stood while I shifted until I was kneeling in front of her. I opened my mouth and looked up at her while she shimmied her panties off. Her clit wobbled in the air by my mouth. I leaned forwards to take it when I heard Harper speak.

"Oh, Kelsey, no," she said, and I could hear the sinister smile in her voice. "Tiffany's not going to be cumming in your mouth."

I turned to look at her, my head moving in slow motion.

"She's going to fuck you."