His Little Girl Face-dress    by Prim

Nigel Chivers trembled from head to toe as Angelina marched him towards the living room door. The sounds of women in high excitement greeted his ears, no doubt as Angelina's mother worked them into a lust for tormenting her son-in-law. It was the same every Saturday afternoon, and it was soooo humiliating. His cock ached in front of his belly, unprotected by panties beneath the little white petticoat he wore under his wrap-over skirt. It was bad enough they would see him in his little girl blouse and skirt, with lacy anklets and Mary Jayne shoes. But today it would be ten times worse. Joyce and Angelina had been practising putting him into little girl dresses - over his head! There were peals of laughter as he was led in, crimson faced and squirming. "Look at him," mocked Joyce, getting up to help her daughter complete his dressing. "Isn't that wimpy face just ASKING to be dressed nicely in a girly little frock?" "Yes," chorused the women, all of them glowing with anticipation. "Do it, Angelina. Dress his face up in one of the frocks so's we can laugh and laugh at him." "Oh we will," giggled his wife. "Starting with Amelia Fairchilde's party frock. Her mother lent it to us for this very purpose. Fasten his hands behind him, mother. Make him helpless. Here we are, you little pansy - Amelia's dress - lined with satin. Let's put it over your head like this - and slide it down till it smothers your face and spread out over your shoulders in pretty frills. Isn't that nice and girly for your face inside it?" Joyce fastened his rubber cummies cup onto his stiffened cock so that it dangled down the front of his legs, and in no time, to the sounds of wild hilarity, his little jets of cum came spurting from the end of his knob and ran in utter humiliation down the pink rubber at the front of his legs.

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