Sissy Town Pt. 03

Today was my first Sunday back home.

In a place like ours, if anyone didn't go to church on Sundays, they would be despised by the whole town. Everyone would be there, except a very few outcasts. Unfortunately, despite always wanting to escape, and despite having successfully escaped, I was still not that kind of people with the courage to self-exile.

And because of that, as if by muscle memory, I arrived at the church at the same time as usual. All of them were familiar faces. Well, in a small town like this, it was impossible not to know everyone here. I greeted people absentmindedly.

"Ah, yes, I'm back," "Yes, it's very different. A big city," "Yeah, internship, at the TV station," just boring greetings and stuff.

Then everyone sat down and the service began. I sat in the corner of the last row. On the left was my former classmate Kelly, who was a car dealer in town now, if I remembered correctly. On the right was Marian, who was also a high school classmate. After graduating from high school, she married a football player from the same town who was four years older than him. He was returning home from college after his graduation. His skills wasn't good enough to make himself into the professional league. I have no idea what he did for a living after that. Nor her. I did know she was a devout believer.

Everyone prayed and sang together. I actually quite enjoyed singing in church, at least before I knew what it all meant. I loved singing and the atmosphere of church with everyone singing together. I also used to like the church. I loved listening to the pastor talking about God's love for all of us, the wondrous stories of Abraham and King David, and the miracles of Jesus.

At least that was the case until I realized how "different" I was from others, that I was what the pastor and everyone called "evil" and a "sinner". I realized how dangerous it would be to coming out to these people, and my only hope was to bury these memories and escape. Before my escape, I just had to find my own way of coping. Now, all these memories came back to me.

Weird, wasn't it? Considering I was also the one who was "homesick" and wanted to came back.

Just like before, once the prayers started I went into the "autopilot" mode. Just like before. Until the pastor started his preaching.

"Homosexuality is a sin!" the pastor shouted from the pulpit.

"That's right! That's right!" The audience responded.

"'Men with men working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompense of their error which was meet. 'This is the sin of the Gentiles. ' The pastor kept talking.

"What kind of recompense is that? 'If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination...'" The pastor quoted the Bible, "'they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them.' This is God's will!" The pastor continued. I could only smile bitterly to myself. These people always "believed" the contents of the Bible to the word when it suited them, and then conveniently ignored the words at other occasions.

"Hear! Hear!" I saw Darren echoing from the audience. I turned around and saw Charlie pumping his fist excitedly.

I wanted to show these people what "evil" really was. I think.

I raised my hand.

"We must..." The pastor saw my actions and stopped, "Joey! Welcome back! Do you want to say anything?"

I stood up and said, "Thank you, Reverend Meyer. I have something to announce to you all!" The room went quiet and everyone turned to look at me.

"Sissy Banana Plane." I said the keywords calmly. Time in the room seemed to freeze for a second.

"Joey, what would you like to share with us?" Pastor Meyer asked.

"I'm gay. I like men." I replied. My voice wasn't very loud, but it seemed to echo throughout the room. Then I heard quiet chatters.

"I love having sex with men. I love sucking cocks. I love drinking men's cum. I love it when a man sticks his dick in my ass. I love kissing with men. I love fucking other men. I slept in the same bed with a man." I continued.

The chatters in the room seemed to be slowly changing. Its pitch, and its content.

"I love fucking sissies, and I love being fucked by sissies. I just had a sissy give me a blowjob last morning. Our blowjob took place on the street in the center of town. I enjoyed that blowjob very much. I cummed more than I have ever had in my life."

I heard the sounds of clothes rubbing together and zippers unzipping slowly.

"I just ate sissy's cum yesterday at noon. I watched the sissy fuck his big ass with a dildo. I watched the sissy's seven inch cock cum in my coffee and then I drank the delicious cum coffee with great pleasure."

I finally finished my announcement. I looked around the church: there seemed to be an air of lasciviousness in the room. I looked up and saw Pastor Meyer on the stage. He had removed his priest clothing and was now wearing only a black half cup bra. He was still standing behind the podium and I couldn't see his lower half. But he was wearing a transparent black hood, like a nun.

God knows where he got it from or where he was hiding it. Of course, I was sure that our good priest did not get it from the nuns in a monastery, because that thing he was wearing was so thin that anyone could recognize that it was from a sexy costume.

Meyer was smiling right at me, "Thanks for sharing, Joey! Please take a seat!"

He waved at me, then leaned over the podium with his butt sticking out and his chin resting on his hands. He couldn't do such a pose with his height. I could only surmise that he was now wearing heels. Rather high ones.

"Just like I said, homosexuality is a sin. But you can admit yourself and face yourself in front of everyone, which is also a manifestation of courage."

I sat down, looking forward to hearing what weird statements the pastor would come up with.

"While the Bible says that sex between men is a sin, there are ways to atone for this sin. Unlike having sex with men, having sex with a sissy is not a sin, because a sissy is not a man."

I didn't need a mirror to feel a smile began to grow on my face.

"Hmm!" Someone in the audience echoed, but it was hard to tell whether it was a yell or a moan.

"After you got back in town, you have only had sex with sissies. It is consistent with God's teachings," Meyer continued, "Jesus said, 'Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. ' Sissies like to wear the most lewd clothes, which is in line with the teachings of Jesus."

"Ah... Ah!" The moans from the audience was getting even louder.

"To atone for your homosexual sin, you should keep fucking sissies," the pastor's choice words seemed to be slowly changing too, "Stick your big cocks in those sissy pussies, fuck them hard, and fill them up with your cum."

"That's right!" The pitch of the people in the audience were slowly rising as well.

"You should also enjoy sissy cocks and their cum. Let their cocks fill all your holes, satisfy your desires, and satisfy each other. That way you don't have to worry anymore," Meyer stepped aside from behind the podium.

Now I saw that he was wearing black leather "fuck-me" heels, and the heels were about eight inches. His legs were tightly wrapped in black Gothic-style stockings, with a pair of white crosses printed on the front of his thighs. He was not wearing any underwear at all, but his cock was tightly wrapped in the stockings, pressing hard against his lower abdomen. The priest said this while stroking his cock lasciviously, with two fingers spread out around his cock, as if he were a girl and got a pussy there. He used his other hand to support himself on the podium to keep his balance.

"In Sissy Town, we uphold the beautiful traditions that have been around since the founding of the town. There are only women and sissies here, and everyone can fuck each other freely. Threesome, foursome, among relatives, everything is acceptable. Only through such copulation can we truly understand each other and love each other. Love: it is God's greatest teaching," The pastor went on talking non-stop, just like before.

I noticed that there was already someone giving a blowjob in his seat. I caught a glimpse of Darren pulling a huge silicone dildo out of his backpack. I wonder if that was the one he used yesterday.

"The sissies in Sissy Town also like to serve men. This is their sacred duty and what they love most. Joey, you are a man, so let the sissies offer their bodies to you. You will also be cleansed of your past sins," the priest said in a very erotic tone. His voice became hoarse.

"Come, let the sissies bring you the endless joy. Oh----" The pastor stretched his other hand behind him, obviously thrusting, "But we sissies also need to accompany each other. Which sissy will let me fill his cunt?!"

A young boy stood up and eagerly jumped onto the podium. He was wearing a bright yellow miniskirt and tube top, along with knee-high socks and sneakers. He looked like a cheerleader. He has a very strong body, probably some college athlete.

"Oh, Glenda. Come and take good care of my sissy cock."

It was Glen Johnson. Now I remembered. He was Charlie's little brother. Like his brother, he was a jock, a star in the school and a bully. His fate was better than his big brother's. I remembered that he was admitted by a college with a good football team. This should be his last summer holiday before college. Glen on the pulpit eagerly lifted up his skirt, then rubbed his cock against the pastor's cock. Then he turned around and continued to rub his butt against the priest's crotch. Well, it seemed that he, who had fuck countless girls, was going to enjoy losing his sissy virginity.

I looked at the scene in front of me with great enjoyment. I felt more powerful than I had ever felt before. This was a feeling more exciting than sex ever was.

Then I noticed Kelly on my left. He had unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a dark green bra underneath. His eyes were fixed on the pastor and Green on the stage. One hand of his was playing with his nipple, while the fingers of his other hand put into his mouth and he was sucking them. Saliva flowed down his fingers and low moans escaped from between his lips.

Marianne, on the right, was sitting on our bench with her legs spread like a man. Her right hand was squeezing her D cup breasts crazily while her left hand was... playing with her cock! I had no idea that Marianne was intersex. I don't know how she kept this secret all these years, or how she made her believes consistent with her body. Like when they were talking about there were "only men and women" in this world. Then our eyes met.

"Look at you, the only man in town," Marianne said to me flirtatiously,"I've always suspected that you had a secret."

I was surprised for a second, then relieved. After all, we were indeed the ones who would notice this kind details that others don't. Just like Christine and I discovered each other's secrets. It's just that I don't know Marianne that well.

"You're so sexy," I said as I looked at Marianne who was stroking her dick.

"I know," she replied, "Wanna have a taste of it? I've always wanted to get to know you better, but I never had the chance." She was obviously talking about her dick.

"Let me start with helping you get ready," I said, reaching over and helping her masturbate. Wow! It was really a thick stick. It is definitely fatter than mine!

"Hmm... you are indeed very experienced." Marianne moaned.

"You can't only make out with women! Homosexuality is a sin, and you are going to use us sissies to cleanse your sin!" That was the voice of Kelly. I turned around and Kelly grabbed my other hand instantly. He pulled my hands toward his hips.

"No problem," I said with a smile, "How could I miss your sissy juice?"

I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. A gulp of precum splashed onto my hand.

"What a naughty sissy! You are so wet."

"Kerrie is that naughty little sissy," Kelly smirked at me.

Well, he was not very smart since back in school.

"Kelly's sissy juice is all for Joey!" He finished his announcement.

So I got both my hands busy. The sound of moans coming from everywhere in the room. I stopped paying attention to anyone else in the room. This is simply paradise.

Marianne screamed, "Joey, you make me feel so good when you jerk me off ~" I heard this when I was feeling the bulging veins on her cock, something I had never felt before. Even from a man.

OK. I would admit that I didn't really have too much of experience to draw on anyway.

"I'm gonna cum!" She yelled. I had to suddenly slow down my strokes, "I'm not gonna waste a single drop!" Kelly's breathing became heavier too.

"Why is it like that I'm the only one who has to do all the work, huh? Are you both gonna let me jerking you off?" Kelly could only respond with a moan.

"You both have to cum inside me!" I said.

This statement obviously made them both more excited. I bent over and put my mouth towards Marianne's cock on my right, but my left hand did not stop. I stuffed Marianne's thick cock into my mouth, sucked it a couple of times, and felt a warm flow rushing into my mouth and then my throat. It was as if time had stopped, and the warm flow kept flowing into my mouth until I choked because I couldn't breathe. I coughed softly, trying not to let any of Marianne's cum get out of my mouth.

I waited until my breathing calmed down, then I slowly sucked the last drop of cum off of her cock. I looked up and saw that Marianne's face was flushed, her lips were slightly parted, and she was panting softly.

"I hope you wouldn't be done so soon?" I teased, "I'm hoping you can 'get to know me better'."

"Of course not! But I guess you still have something else to attend to first?" Marianne held her cock and slapped it lightly on my cheeks twice, then pointed to Gary on the left with her cock.

I winked at her and turned around holding Kelly's cock in both hands. Kelly was trembling. He was about to come. I quickly slid off the chair and knelt between his legs. Then I shoved his five inch cock straight down my throat. Without a second longer, he immediately cum down into my throat.

"Take Kerrie's sissy juice! Ah..." It seems that even cumming wouldn't stop Kelly from being talkative as before, "Oh - my boy pussy also wants it!"

He started thinking about the other end before he even finished cumming.

I slowly pulled out after Kelly had ejaculated all of his cum down my throat. I savored the taste of cum in my mouth. This was the first time I swallowed so much cum. It was not that I hadn't given someone a blowjob before, but this is the first time it had gone so intense. And we hadn't even started the main course yet. I couldn't help laughing out loud when I thought of this.

"What are you grinning about?" Marianne's lazy and sexy voice came from the other side. "Mommy is still waiting for your service!"

"Mommy's big cock will enjoy my service." I answered.

I took off my pants, then threw it away and strode into between Marianne's legs. I turned around and took a half-sitting position with my back to her. Marianne pulled a large bottle of lubricant from her handbag, "Mommy will make you feel good, Joey."

I felt a cool touch between my butt cheeks, and then Marianne's lubricated finger entered my asshole. One at first, then two. Then her fingers began to explore and stretch in my ass. It wasn't my first time, but it was clear that Marianne was also experienced. She knew where to go deep. I couldn't help but moan as her fingers moved. I wondered where she "gained her experience".

"Okay babe," she pulled her fingers out and patted my butt gently, "Come on and sit down."

I reached out from under me and grabbed Marianne's cock, guiding my ass towards it.

"Let me give you some help," Marianne said, spreading my ass with her long fingers, "I like your fishnet by the way."

What fishnet? I didn't know what she was talking about but I didn't really think about it either, because that was the moment her penis tip touched my asshole. Wet. Hot. Quivering with her pulse. I felt an electric shock running through my whole body. I sat down without hesitation.

Alright. I might be a little overconfident. Or say I underestimated the size of Marianne's cock. It was painful at first, but since it wasn't my first time, I got used to it very quick. I really enjoy this feeling of being filled up. I never imagined that I could experience such a feeling in my hometown, let alone in a church, in front of so many people, with such a beautiful intersex woman. I asked Marianne to put her legs together and then I straddled my legs across her thick thighs. I slowly began to thrust up and down, my half-hard cock tumbling up and down in front of me.

Then I saw Kelly rubbing his legs together and fingering his asshole. "Kelly," I called out, and no one really realized I was using his male name, "didn't you just say your boy pussy was horny too?"

Kelly looked at us and instantly understood what I meant, "Hey, coming right now!"

Kelly giggled and bounded up to me. I lay down on Marianne's chest. Her soft breasts pressed against my back, and I could feel her breath on my neck. Then I saw Kelly freeze.

"Is this your first time?" I teased, "how can a slutty sissy like you still have your first time?"

Kelly answered hesitantly, "Yes...I...yes." Then he seemed to have suddenly lost his words for a second.

Then he went on, "Kelly has always been a sissy, but I've never been fucked in the ass. How shameful!"

I realized that his brain was quickly completing its own story and I had to try not to laugh.

"Come on, I'll help you." I said. Fortunately, my cock was not as thick as Marianne's, nor as long as Darren's. Today is Kelly's lucky day. So I picked up the bottle of lubricant that Marianne had used on me and applied it to Kelly's butt using the same technique. I could feel his body stiffen, but it was clear that anticipation was greater than fear.

I inserted my fingers into his asshole and slowly stretched it open. I could feel the tight pressure that was unique to a virgin asshole. I was really enjoying it. I slowly pushed in and out and then added more fingers, over and over again until I could feel Kelly slowly getting used to it. His asshole changed from resisting to actively squeezing my fingers. I knew he was ready. Of course, during this time, I didn't stop for a moment on Marianne's big cock.

I spread Kelly's ass cheeks with my hands, "Come on, Sissy Kerrie. Enjoy your first time."

"Well... please... be gentle," Kelly was trying to form the sentence.

I held my erect cock straight, then pulled Kelly's belly and made him sit back. My cock pressed against his asshole, and I continued to pull, pushing my cock deeper and deeper into his asshole until he was fully seated on my cock, his ass pressing against my groin.

"You see, it's that simple," I said, 'How does it feel?"

"Hmm...ah...it feels... wonderful," Kelly replied. He was still sitting straight forward awkwardly, so I couldn't see his facial expression. But behind me I heard Marianne burst into laughter. I turned my head and leaned sideways to kiss her, letting her tongue explore my mouth freely. After half a minute, our mouths parted.

"Should we... change positions?" Marianne said, "I think you must be tired after squatting on me for so long."

I immediately understood what she meant. I patted Kelly and pointed to the back of the front seat.

"Get up and bend over here." I ordered. So Kelly leaned forward 90 degrees on the back of the front seat. At the same time, Marianne and I stood up. We lined up and I grabbed Kelly's waist and Marianne grabbed my chest. She started playing with my nipples through my clothes and slowly started fucking my ass. I also started to fuck Kelly's ass following her rhythm.