Expected to Have Sex    by Prim

"Say hello to Mister Soames, Clarence," said his stepmother. "He's come to play with you, especially your tits and your cock." Clarence Tittwell, so called since his time in the sissification hospital, saw a flash of white and collapsed into the visitor's arms. It was bad enough being seen in a dress, but being told he was going to be interfered with by the man from down the road - this was too much for the twenty-year-old to handle. He came round to hear his stepmother's voice. "They told me at the hospital this can happen: it's because they lose all their masculinity and it's replaced with a deep urge for sex as a female." Clarence's eyes gazed in astonishment at the size of his new breasts and the points of his reddened nipples. He could feel their stimulation, matched only by the excitement in his aching cock. Then he realised that he was on the bed and his cock was in the hands of Mister Soames, who had stripped and was ready for action. He wasn't wearing a dress any more: now he was wearing a funny blouse with gaps for his tits to pour out, and his panties had a slot for his cock to point upwards in its eagerness. Oh yes. YES! He wanted SEX. "Oh Mister Soames, sir, ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Yes - ohhhh" - fondle my tits, more, MORE! Ohhhhh!" Mister Soames was pleased to do as the boy asked. Or was it a girl? "What are you going to call the new girl, Miss Smart?" he asked. Clarence squirmed in his arms, not resisting, trying to push his tits deeper into his admirer's hands. "You can call him whatever you like," said his stepmother, "each time you pay us a visit. We'd love to see you as often as you like." Mister Soames rolled Clarence over to fine the slot in the back of his panties. "I'm going to call her Pussy Tittwell," he said, and he got his own cock ready to make its first insertion.

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