The Final Edge (Part 2.)

... he said pleadingly"

I can see that he is really frightened but I realise that I am so turned on by the thought of him doing it; that I actually want to see him dangling and lifeless at the end of the noose. That I have no choice but to do it. For a moment I catch Sarah looking at me and I deliberately hike up my skirt so that Matthew can see my own knickers. Their a sort of powder blue with little bows and I know how much Matthew likes them.

“I’m sorry sweetie.” I tell him, as I begin to rub my crotch with my hand in front of him. I can see from the slight movement in his own panties that he is excited by the gesture. “I’m just too excited, Matt. Look I’m so wet with the thought of it,” I tell him. I hold up my fingers so that he can see the wetness on them and can see how turned on he is by my own arousal. I reach forward with both hands this time and I pull Matts pretty black knickers down to his thighs, so that you can see his penis. His hands jerk against the ropes as he tries vainly to reach forward to pull them back up but I smile. Now that I have pulled his knickers off, I can see that there is a little droplet of liquid at the top of his manhood. “I just want to see if it is true,” I whisper to him. “I so want you to enjoy; to enjoy all of it Matt.”

I can tell that Sarah is also enjoying the moment, actually pushing the crotch of her skirt into the chair back, whilst reaching forward and pulling it away from under Matthews feet. For a second he seems almost frozen but as the noose bites into his neck, I can see both the pain and the terror in his eyes. He starts to scream but the noose cuts off his shout and his lips writhe as he feels it grip him.

If anything, Sarah seems suddenly surprised as if the actuality of his drop was not what she had expected. He begins to buck against the rope, squirming, trying to raise his feet and I am glad that we tied his ankles. His face seems suddenly contorted with pain and he seems to buck furiously for a moment, his legs rising up. I can see that, for an instant, at least, he seems to have been able to draw some air into his lungs but as his legs straighten again, the noose cuts deeper into his neck.

“Sarah, look Mum, you have to look,” I tell her and even as Mathew tries to buck against the rope again, I can see that he is already tiring. Managing to avoid the apparently uncoordinated jerks of Matthew’s body, as she looks at him, she smiles broadly. “Look, your right Jenny. he’s enjoying it,” she says. We can both see Mathews penis; clearly now. As it jerks against the red and black lace of his dress it seems erect, not fully but at least hard; its incongruity against the sheen of his knickers oddly making me even more excited, as he still tries to fight the Noose. For a little while his hips seem to buck furiously and it as if he were trying to come but I no longer really care whether he does or not.

My own sex aches furiously and I rub harder, hardly even conscious that Sarah is groping one of my boobs until she squeezes my nipple and the pain becomes too much.

“Stop, please,“ I ask her but the pressure on my nipple only increases.

Matthew cannot. He can feel the pressure building inside of him; can still see that Jenny and Sarah are smiling, laughing at him – playing with each other. The bodice of his dress seems very tight and he realises that his nipples have become swollen like Jenny’s when she cums. Even though his boobs are small, he can see his own nipples through the fabric of his dress. They look so pretty, like a real girls he thinks but he cannot really concentrate. The pressure in his groin feels immense as if he is about to explode and he jerks his hips forward again, the swell of his penis suddenly immense as he feels himself come and watches as his cum splashes against the glass of the window. He can see that his movement has been noticed, a woman passing below in the street suddenly looking up at him. He wants to pull up his knickers but realises he can’t reach them but as his hands seek desperately for his panties, his fingers stretching to reach them from behind he sees that his climax seems to have gushed all over the window pain. Sarah also seems to have come, almost at the same time as Matthew spurted.

She reaches over towards Mathews dangling corpse and softly runs her hands over the skirt of his dress. “It’s so pretty Jenny”. She looks over towards me but the pressure inside me is still there. However excited I was to watch Matthew hang; I still cannot climax. Gently as if she understood that I was still excited, Sarah pulls my hand away from the crotch of my knickers and putting her hand inside of my panties, I feel her fingers caressing the lips of my Vagina. More gently than before her other hand squeezes at my nipple.

“He was really a good Sissy for us in the end there Jenny; almost a shame.” Sarah says. She reaches out towards Matthews dangling corpse and softly runs her hand over the skirt of his dress. “It’s very pretty Jenny, wouldn’t you like to put it on?” she asks. I can see from the look in hr eyes that her own climax has done little to stem Sarah’s appetite. “I’m sure it would suit you better than that little Sissy” she says. Her tongue moves suggestively over her lips and I can see that, notwithstanding her promise, she intends to kill me.

“It would look very sexy on you and well,” she says. She looks over at Matthews corpse and I can see now that Matthew is definitely dead, his mouth and head lodged to one side whilst the rope seems to have oddly made his neck longer or look longer as he hangs from it. “I’m sure Matthew won’t need it.” She laughs suggestively.

I don’t really have a lot of choice. Even if I could have managed to overcome Sarah, I knew that my Dad would be home soon and know that Sarah wouldn’t have dared to hang Matthew or me unless my Dad would have agreed to it. Although I realise that very soon Sarah will also make me take my turn, I cannot face the thought of my father helping her.

Reaching over to Matthews corpse I begin to take off his dress; sliding it down his ankles. Looking at him, he suddenly seems a little sad, his tits still hard and engorged from where he had enjoyed the moment, his penis soft and flacid again.

“And his knickers,” Sarah says. “I want you to match,” she says. I can see that some of Matthews sperm is still on his panties but taking them off, I strip and begin to put on the dress.

“Do you want me to cut him down?” I ask but Sarah seems to see the idea as funny. “Not just now dear,” she says. “Not just yet" she says. She laughs. "I did promise you not to hang you." she says. "Lets get you dressed first."