Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2014 13:56:21 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Stepmother Eleven (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Stepmother Eleven (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer This is all fantasy. I don't do this stuff and neither should you. What you should do is contribute to nifty.org. Part Eleven (THE END) Poor Mark. For the first twelve years of his life he was a bully. And a darned good one. An encounter with Jesse, who later became Henry Bumblaster's wife and Aldo's stepmother, morphed Mark into a lad who fucked sissyboys, not bullied them. One year later, after a delightful afternoon fucking Aldo, Mark took a second leap – offering his bum and his reputation to Mr. Bumblaster in exchange for seeing what it was like being the sissyboy. The one on the bottom. The one taking it up the old pooper. Mark loved it. Even though that nosy, bossy Jesse Bumblaster insisted on being present when Mr. Bumblaster took Mark's cherubic cherry. Jesse did a bit more than just watch. He dressed Mark in pink stockings, garter belt and babydoll. And as Jesse's husband's cock tore into Mark's poor, virgin asshole, Jesse sucked Mark's fine cock. To relax Mark. If you can call your cum being wrenched from your nut bag as a rutting man tries to bisect you with his cock relaxing. Mark was whimpering like a little sissy when it was all over. And crying big, wet tears. He had never enjoyed anything more. Though he didn't appreciate Jesse calling "sloppy seconds" and mounting Mark from behind the way he did. Being fucked by Jesse, a boy he had fucked 20 or 30 times, was humiliating. Though not as humiliating as when, after Jesse dumped his hotload into Mark's sore bottomhole, both husband and boywife had Mark lick and suck their bum-filthy cocks to renewed standups. They double-teamed their new sissy after that. One cock in Mark's mouth. The other in his bum. It was divine. Though Mark wouldn't admit it, he seemed to enjoy being humiliated. And domineered. More, deeper humiliation was to come. Though Mark wasn't due home until nine, at eight, Jesse and Mr. Bumblaster told Mark that it was time to go. Mark was disappointed, but was fairly certain that Jesse and Mr. Bumblaster would invite him back. So he kissed both of his lovers and thanked them. Then asked, "Are we taking our showers now?" Showering after sex and before going home to be around "civilians" was de rigeur, after all. Mr. Bumblaster smiled sardonically and said, "No shower for you, Mark. You're going home smelling just as you are. A sissyboy needs lots of humiliation." An icepick of fear stabbed Mark's testicles. His mother and father. His 16-year-old brother Bruno! They would know he was on "the pink side." Wait. At least Mark's Mom was staying out of town with her sister. And Bruno had a date. But Mark's Pop... Maybe he could just slip in without being noticed. There was more. "You can't wear those hetero boy clothes you wore when you came over here," Jesse said. "I had to burn them. So you'll have to wear these clothes." Oh no! Jesse, who was becoming the mistress of sissy haute couture, had picked out a horribly sissified outfit for Mark to wear home. White shorts so brief that they were barely bigger than bikini bottoms. Pink panties that peeked out from each hem of the white short shorts. A pink tank top with the word "Princess" in red spangles. And white, strappy sandals with a two-inch box heel. Submissiveness was all-new to Mark. But this was extreme. He was about to refuse when Mr. Bumblaster said, "I'll bet you'll look beautiful in those clothes, Honey. My cock is twitching, just thinking about it. I hope you'll wear them when you come to see me again. Would Tuesday night, all night, work for you?" An all-nighter with Mr. Bumblaster? And maybe even Jesse as well? Just for wearing that outfit? The submissive side of Mark, long dormant, was in full control that evening. "OK, Mr. Bumblaster," Mark said. "Just for you [giggle]." Mark giggled!!! Who was this person? As Mark looked at himself sissily dressed in one of the room's many full-length mirrors, he felt the hot stares of Mr. Bumblaster and Jesse. Mark liked hot stares. And he was hoping that Mr. Bumblaster would call Mark's Daddy and ask for an all-night pass. Didn't happen. Instead, Mark did a mini-walk-of-shame from the Bumblasters' front door to their car, observed only, Mark hoped, by the Bumblasters' neighbor, Mr. Fullnutz, who spent way too much time on his porch observing all the sissyboy comings and goings next door. So even though only one 40-something man had seen Mark dressed like that, the sissyboy already felt deep shame. And dick-stiffening excitement. He should have suspected something when Jesse got into the back seat and Mark was placed in the front passenger seat. The boy slumped down a bit to avoid peepers. It was a warm night, had just become dark, and many people were out and about. It was Mark's bad luck that many of his neighbors were out when the Bumblasters' car pulled in front of his house. "I need a goodbye kiss, Honey," Mr. Bumblaster said. So did Mark. So he gave him a hot-and-heavy three-minute special. Were neighbors watching that? Yes. And there seemed to be more of them. How would Mark ever make the 20-foot walk to his front door? That worry was postponed for a bigger worry. "That kiss got me stiff again, Mark," Mr. Bumblaster said. "I don't think I can wait until Tuesday to feel those sweet lips on my cock and my cum shooting down your throat." Did Mr. Bumblaster expect Mark to...? With all these people around? The humiliation would be nuclear. And permanent. But Mr. Bumblaster had invoked Tuesday again. A big carrot. And after that kiss, and before the walk of shame in those clothes, there would be no doubt about Mark's sissyboyhood anyway. So, Mark freed Mr. Bumblaster's cock and, after a moment to reflect on its beauty, began to kiss its fiery head. Jesse didn't say much from the backseat. He probably shouldn't have been enjoying Mark's intense humiliation as much, but he was a believer that at some point in Mark's life, the boy would have to atone for his bullying days. Atonement had its good and bad points. Good point. Mark took his time and gave Mr. Bumblaster an excellent, knee-buckling blowjob. Mark adored sucking Mr. Bumblaster's cock. Bad point. Just before Mr. Bumblaster was about to spurt, he said to Mark, "I don't want you to swallow, Baby. Let me paint your face and your pretty tank top with this creamy load." Mark shuddered at knowing that, in addition to the clothes and the public fellatio, he would be "wearing a load" when he got out of the car. The humiliation was so total and so exquisite that Mark creamed his panties. Adding more to the pile of mortification. So when Mr. Bumblaster spunked, crying out loudly in case there was still someone in the TriState area who didn't know that Mark was giving him a blowjob in the car, Mark was completely mortified. Actually, not yet completely. After saying his goodbyes to Jesse and Mr. Bumblaster, and promising to report for some all-night fucking on Tuesday, Mark got out of the car. Besides wearing the sissiest outfit yet known to man, Mark's face was covered with sperm, his shirt was drenched in sperm, his bottom was still leaking sperm from his last two or three fuckings, and the front of his shorts were soaked with his own sissy cream. Never one to be short on chutzpah, Mark gave several starers a "What are you looking at?" staredown on his way to his front door. Which isn't easy to do when you're walking in unfamiliar, two-inch box heels that made Mark wobble. Finally reaching his door, he saw his father, whom Mark had always called "Pop," open the door and hustle Mark in. How would Mark's Pop react? It started off well, with a smile. "You've had quite a day, son. Are you all right. Did anyone hurt you?" Mark was so grateful for his father's kindness that he hugged him (something they hadn't done since Mark was four) and said, "Oh, Daddy!" a name Mark had never used. Mark cried, of course at the relief of Daddy's acceptance. "No one hurt me, Daddy. It was really good. But I'm different now." Mark's Daddy held him tighter and said, "I can see that. I've been waiting for your sissyboy side to come through all your life. Your brother Bruno never had it, never will. I saw it in you, but you never did. Imagine the sadness of having two sons and neither was a sissyboy. That's over now. Let's go upstairs and get you cleaned up." Mark was confused. Why was Daddy happy that Mark was a sissyboy? Why had Daddy been afraid that neither son would be a sissyboy? And why were they going upstairs together? Uh oh. "I'll just get your bath going for you," Daddy said. "You can clean out all that sperm and smell of another man. Then we'll try some of your mother's lingerie on you. You're so pretty and sexy. I can't wait to fuck you." Sometimes, everything just turns out right. All was well with Aldo and Eric too. If Aldo hadn't been so steamed up and fuck-needy, he would have never agreed to Eric fucking him in the car. Aldo had standards. Low, but standards nonetheless. So Aldo was much happier when he and Eric arrived at Eric's condo. Though that open-air, semi-private fuck had been pretty exciting. And Eric was an exciting lover. Eric's condo was one of those open-plan, granite-counter-tops, stainless-steel-appliances, exposed-duct-work monstrosities that everyone wanted these days. Aldo hardly noticed. All he saw was an expensive car and expensive house for a guy who got hard every 15 minutes. Even a sissyboy has a little golddigger in him. And a lot of cumdigger too. "Would you like a glass of wine, Honey?" Eric asked as Aldo settled into the couch. That was new. Was Eric trying to get Aldo drunk? Lose his sexual inhibitions? Aldo didn't have any sexual inhibitions to lose anymore. Aldo politely refused, then crossed his legs. Allowing his kilt to rise up and expose his stockinged legs up to the garter snaps. Despite unloading an historic cumload 32 minutes earlier, Eric's rammer was hot, hard and pointing north. He sat next to Aldo on the couch, put his right arm around the boy and kissed him. Using his left hand to lift Aldo's skirts and locate the boy's outrageously stiff manpleaser. It was getting very hot in Eric's condo. Aldo had deduced that with four minutes...five tops...Eric's cock would be all the way up Aldo's pootie again. He was wrong. Eric was a much better lover than that. With Aldo's eager cooperation, Eric stripped naked, then he removed the boy's top and kilt, leaving the young lovely in only his tan stockings and white garter belt. It was the first time Eric had seen Aldo virtually naked and it was an amazing sight. Beyond Aldo's classic, facial beauty, the boy's stockinged legs would have made a teen supermodel envious. His penis, of course, was an object of boylover worship. But the big surprise to Eric was that Aldo had as fine a pair of nipples on him as Eric had ever seen, And Eric had seen many. Most boy nipples are merely little pips. Aldo's were puffy marvels. An inch-and-a-half in diameter and dark brown. Had other men who had made love to Aldo in the best week paid those nipples proper respect? Eric doubted it. Would Aldo enjoy a session of proper nipple worship, accompanied by some excellent foreskin manipulation and intermissions of mouth kissing? Aldo appeared to be human, so Eric deduced that the answer was yes. Aldo moaned with lust as Eric kissed, licked, sucked and even gently bit each tender nipple. Eric took his time about it. And blended in some fine masturbation of the young boy's knob. After fifteen minutes, Aldo lost the ability to focus his eyes. At the eighteen minute mark, he could hold back no longer. Sensing what was imminent, Eric capped Aldo's penis head with his mouth. Aldo arched his back, screamed out Eric's name, and HEAVED his cummies into Eric's gullet. Aldo assumed that Eric would allow Aldo to return to his native planet, then prepare him for a vigorous fucking, Aldo was wrong. Instead, Eric had Aldo lie back on the couch and put his stockinged feet in Eric's lap. Eric wondered if anyone had thus far paid appropriate homage to Aldo's gorgeous feet. He doubted it. And he was right. Eric drew Aldo's left foot to Eric's lips and began to kiss and lick each stockinged toe. Oh! That was naughty. When Eric had given each digit and the sole of Aldo's left foot a proper tongue bath, the man set the left foot back in his lap and began to adore the right foot. Aldo was far from silent during this period of adulation. He gasped and grunted in true appreciation. Realizing that Eric hadn't had his cock touched in over an hour (!!), Aldo rubbed his saliva-moistened left foot over the length of Eric's cock as the man kissed and licked Aldo's right foot. Exquisite. Aldo wasn't really trying to make Eric cum. It would be far more practical that he would shoot that load, only the second of the night for him, into Aldo's pussy. But sex is rarely practical. It surprised them both when Eric shot off hard. All over Aldo's pretty foot and Eric's flat stomach and semi-hairy chest. A nice surprise. Feeling guilty about wasting Eric's hot cum, Aldo got off his back and went to work licking it up. Ending up in Eric's arms. Tongues dueling nicely. Nothing beats good sex. Except more good sex. The next round was more conventional. Eric led Aldo to his bedroom, then excused himself for about 60 seconds. "I ordered a pizza for when we're done fucking this time," Eric reported. "Good idea," Aldo thought. He needed some carbohydrates with his protein. The prospect of a pizza on the way didn't make Eric rush. He ate Aldo's asshole out good and proper. Dilated the boy with three fingers and Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, then fucked him for 42 screaming, creaming minutes. Five minutes into the kissy afterglow, the doorbell rang. Eric went to the door, naked, cock dripping, and came back a minute later to invite Aldo to the kitchen for some food. "A good fuck takes at least an hour and a half, Honey," Eric said as he set their places with plates, utensils and glasses. "The pizza place knows that, so we have our timing down pretty well." Aldo had to agree with that. They ate their pizza and discussed their lives. "So do you fuck a different sissyboy every day?" Aldo asked cheekily. "Do you fuck a different man or boy every day?" Eric replied. Good point. Both laughed at that. Eric told Aldo how Skipper seduced him with bikini bottoms and a pitcher of lemonade. Aldo told Eric how, over the past nine days, every man or boy in the local phone book had seduced him by pulling down their zippers. Aldo had to ask, "You had no sex until you were 15?" A horrible thought to an 11-year-old sex-addict-in-the-making. "Unfortunately true," Eric replied. "But I'm doing my best to make up for it. Just being with you makes up for it." Aldo was touched. He came over to give Eric a comforting hug and kiss but ended up sitting on Eric's manly meat. And another epic love-tussle ensued. Meanwhile, Mark and his Daddy were about to have their own epic love tussle. Mark wasn't sure of what to expect when he settled into the nice, warm tub. It felt so good. But he had mixed feelings about erasing all the smells and fluids from his first love session as a sissyboy. He was also wary about Daddy's reaction to his day of sissiness. Did Daddy think that coming home soiled by a man, dressed as a grade A femboy, gave Daddy license to FORCE Mark to suck Daddy's cock and FORCE Mark to spread his legs and let Daddy FUCK him?!?!? Whenever and wherever Daddy felt the urge?!?!? Mark certainly hoped so. Daddy was a major hunk. A carpenter with solid, job-related muscles and rough callused hands that would dominate a poor, helpless sissyboy like Mark. Where was Daddy as Mark was soaking in the tub? Oh, yeah. Picking out lingerie for a night of homosexual, underage incest with his own son. Yum! Mark was startled when the bathroom door opened and Daddy came in. Daddy was wearing only his boxers and they were disgracefully tented by Daddy's fine cock. Which Mark could not remember ever seeing in its naked glory. That would obviously change soon enough. "How does that feel, Honey?" Daddy asked sweetly. Oh my! Daddy had never called Mark anything like Honey since Mark was three. And Daddy was sort of a rough talker when dealing with anyone but Mom. "It feels good, Daddy," Mark replied warily. "Do you feel all that non-family cum leaving your bottomhole? Making you clean and fresh for Daddy?" Oh! "Yes, Daddy," Mark said softly. "Good. Why don't you stand up and let Daddy wash you with this warm facecloth?" No one turns down an offer like that. Mark stood. Because he was a bit frightened by unfamiliar circumstances, his flagpole was only at half-mast. Daddy avoided the boy's pubic region at first, soaping and rubbing Mark's neck, shoulders and back. Then on to his boyish nipples which tingled with erotic fire when the man rubbed them. Then Daddy had Mark turn around as he attended to the glory that was Mark's ass. Pink pillows first. Then between the cheeks. Then at the "door of love" and, though only an inch or two deep, within the "cave of love." Mark's flag was fully raised and waving when Daddy turned him around and carefully, lovingly pulled back the boy's foreskin and washed the tender knob. Had Daddy lingered ten seconds longer than he did, Mark would have shown Daddy what happens when a man handles a boy's pretty things. But Daddy stopped in time, pulled the plug on the water, and helped Mark from the tub. Daddy sat on the toilet and dried Mark with two big, fluffy towels, then used some of Mom's powder on Mark's stomach, chest and thighs. Then he produced a bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. Mark knew what that was and what it was for. But he couldn't imagine why Daddy had a bottle. Daddy had purchased it three years ago, earlier, hoping that for his birthday or their anniversary, he and Mom could do anal. It was a disaster, of course. Mom fought Daddy every step of the way, complained about how it hurt, even though Daddy had only gotten the knob into Mom's pootie. "Let me get you ready for that fucking I've dreamt about for years," Daddy said. And with that, he lubed up three fingers and eased two of them into Mark's boyish pussy. Mark cried out! Mr. Bumblaster had fingered his bumhole, or course, but Daddy's fingers were rough and callused. Which added a new dimension to anal preparation. Daddy let Mark settle a moment, then found the boy's prostate and watched Mark's eyes light up. Moments later, Daddy took Mark's cock into his mouth and licked it lusciously as he rubbed his rough fingers over Mark's prostate. Few of us could long endure such an erotic barrage. Mark gave it up in three torturous minutes and 17 agonizing seconds. Daddy lapped it all up like a man starving for boy's cream. Which was an apt description. Daddy led Mark to the bedroom and handed Mark the lingerie for their first fuck. Daddy had selected a lovely, pink negligee from Mom's "drawer of things that she never wore" and Mark slipped it over his head to his Daddy's delight. In truth, it was also to Mark's delight. Like most sissyboys, in his fantasies, his heart, and his ass, belonged to Daddy. And, blush, some fantasies gave Mark to his brother Bruno, who, when all was said and done, would surely be claiming his own share of Mark's ample charms. Mark's bumhole having been prepared through lubrication and dilation, penetration and fornication had a clear path. Daddy decided to fuck Mark on the marital bed, not Mark's. He laid him on his back and lifted the boy's pink skirts to reveal his pink things, The pretty boy, in his come-fuck-me lingerie, asshole glistening with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, little cock drooling his boyish excitement, scooted up onto all fours, squirming and whimpering to be buggered. Daddy made Mark's dream come true soon enough. And Mark made Daddy's dream come true just as soon. At that moment, Mark's Daddy had never fucked a sissyboy. He had probably missed some subtle offers and opportunities. Goodness knows a good-looking Daddy with rough hands and a big cock would draw many boyish admirers. But Daddy was one of those old-school, fuck-my-own-boys-before-I-fuck-yours kind of guys whom you hardly see anymore. He bided his time and figured that, sooner or later, Mark, who had fucked every sissyboy in the postal zone, would want to see the other side. Daddy was right, wasn't he? And about to reap the rewards of being right. As a novice boyfucker, Daddy was afflicted by the vestiges of his unsatisfying, heterosexual existence. He wanted to TAKE his boy while Mark was wearing his mother's lingerie. He wanted to do to Mark all the disgusting things that men rightly consider utterly essential. It was payback, Daddy thought, for all the times his wife had turned him down for sex. In a week, Daddy would be pulling Mark's school pants down and fucking the boy's butt as Mark leaned over the kitchen table eating his after-school cookies and milk. But the first fucking was a ritual. Daddy locked the bedroom door in case Bruno got home early (not bloody likely) and got snoopy (bloody likely). Daddy mounted the bed, lubed his cock with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. Slowly, so that Mark was practically frantic with need. Then he said, "I love you, Baby. If it hurts, I'm not stopping. But I love you." Daddy said a silent thank you to whatever gods that be; to the U.S. Government for constitutionally lowering the age of consent for boys to ten years and three months; and to his state government, who, along with 23 other states, repealed the laws making consensual, of-age, male-male incest a crime. Then he slid the knob of his cock into Mark's wet, needy asshole. Mark gasped with delight. Which Daddy took as affirmation. The man plunged forward four inches. Home at last, Daddy thought. Mark squealed in sissy delight. The entire parental penis was inserted and Mark cried out in rapture. The boy was orgasming already! Not a lot of cream there for that encounter. But a shiver-shaker of an orgasm. Big affirmation! Daddy did the full in-and-out thing. Putting his full weight on Mark, which made the boy lie flat. And moan and gasp as Daddy gave him sex just a little rougher than it had been with Mr. Bumblaster. Yum!! Daddy soon had his own bumblaster for Mark. Man's cream that had been building up for the past four years. When Mark was nine and began to look fuckable to Daddy. It was a wet one. A great one. Others would follow that night. And in the morning. Nothing beats waking up to the one you fucked silly the night before. Daddy awoke and stroked Mark's hair as his sissyboy son bobbed his head up and down on the paternal prick. Wondering vaguely what had happened to his other son. No matter. One doesn't think such matters through when one's orgasm is peeking around the corner at one. Meanwhile, at Eric's bachelor condo, Eric had just spooned behind Aldo and entered the boy's "backdoor" yet again with his fine cock. Aldo was in love. Again. Nobody can deliver the fucks like a skilled, loving, experienced, 18-year-old man in his spunk prime. Eric had NOT disappointed. How many times? More than Aldo had fingers to count. And the fun wasn't over. After one of their mega-ballbusters during the night, Eric had asked Aldo for his Mondays. All of them. Like his boss, Mr. Couture, Eric's weekends were iffy. Daddies and "daddies" brought their sissyboys to the store on weekends for sissy essentials like Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, Slickyboy Masturbation Cream, lingerie and panties. Lots of panties. The divorced daddies who had their sons only on weekends spent the most. Either from guilt of from a more intense randiness that the full-time daddies were able to abate daily in their sons' hot bottoms and wet mouths. Monday was the slowest day at Sissy Boy World. And usually Eric's day off. Aldo eagerly agreed to Mondays with Eric and spread his legs to consummate the deal. Aldo wondered, as Eric fucked him joyfully, whether Aldo would end up promising all seven days to lovers. Maybe. But that Sunday morning, Aldo's thoughts were divided between the man whose cock was inside him at the moment and his first sissyboy spunk party. As Jesse had described it to Aldo, a sissyboy spunk party is like an orgy. Only more fun, because it's men and sissyboys, not men and women. The party was to begin at noon that Sunday at the house of Mr. Twitchcock, Aldo's teacher. Jesse had insisted on Aldo being home by nine. As Eric reached deep thrust number 63, that was two hours and 47 minutes away. At deep thrust 81, Aldo's prostate conceded game, set and match. The boy shuddered and whimpered through a 10-megaton prostate orgasm. Which set Eric's balls aflame and he joined Aldo in that place we love to go. Meanwhile, Mark and his Daddy were about to leave the bedroom and go downstairs for coffee (almost as essential to life as sex with sissyboys), OJ, eggs and toast. Daddy's balls needed a brief intermission before they could resume producing their succulent sperm. Arm-in-arm, the naked couple stepped happily from the master bedroom. Daddy's cock was pointing downward, drools of semen and sperm still oozing. Mark's cock was also drooping and drooling sperm, as were his face and his pretty asshole. What a lovely picture of a father and son in love! The sole viewer of that tableau agreed, Bruno was standing in the hall, looking at something that couldn't be anything other than what it appeared to be. Was he surprised? Not really. Bruno knew that Mark was the number-one, 13-year-old, sissyboy stud in town. And Bruno rightly imagined it to be a short leap from fucking sissyboys to wondering what it would be like to be one. Was Bruno upset at what he saw? Sort of. He wished that Daddy and Mark had invited him to join them last night. It certainly would have been better than his date with Mary Jane Slutsky. Marcel Proust once said that a man could seduce any woman in the world if he were only willing to listen to her problems until 3 a.m. Why men rarely attempt this deadly feat should be obvious. It's clearly not worth it. But Bruno had risked it. And was told by a grateful, tearful Mary Jane at 3:06 a.m. that she was having her "time of the month," but would reward him with a blowjob. Her blowjob technique, however, was uninspired and soulless. Not only that, she complained about it taking him so long to cum and how much her jaw hurt. Finally, four minutes and 12 seconds in, Bruno shot his load, though he felt almost nothing in his gut and Mary Jane acted as if, by shooting sperm in her mouth without warning, Bruno was Jack the Ripper or something. Unbeknownst to Daddy and Mark, Bruno had sampled the love juices of some of the boys whom Mark had shagged. And found them to be entirely to his liking. Daddy and Mark looked really shocked and awed by Bruno's discovery of their "secret," but Bruno set them at ease quickly by saying, "Wow. Somebody had a way better night than I did. After breakfast, can I play too?" Daddy gulped that down. Both sons in his bed. At last. The way it should be. Mark immediately gave Bruno flirty looks and wiggles. Then the sissyboy said, "You go ahead and have breakfast, Daddy. I want to show Bruno something in my room. Then we'll be downstairs." Good enough. Meanwhile back at Eric's place, time was getting short on the date, Only one hour left of fucking time. Had Eric been showing off, he could have managed three, perhaps four nice fucks. But he decided on two slow, quality butt-invasions instead. Aldo concurred. And was convinced that his balls would never fully recover from the way he had taxed their capabilities over the past nine days. Aldo underestimated the capabilities of two testicles to enjoy their work. When Eric delivered Aldo to his front door at 8:56 a.m., Jesse was waiting. By the lovers' mutual loving attitude, Jesse could see that it had been another spunky success for Aldo. The sissyboy stepmother allowed one long, wet, erotic farewell kiss that left Aldo breathless and Jesse resolved to meet Eric himself for an hour or twelve. Aldo was sad to see Eric go, but they would be overnighting Monday after dinner, 34 brief hours away. The boys watched Eric get into his car and drive off, then turned to go back into the house when they heard, "Good morning, boys. Beautiful day isn't it?" "Good morning, Mr. Fullnutz," Aldo replied to their next-door neighbor, who was standing on his porch. Jesse echoed Aldo's greeting. Brief, uncomfortable silence. Then... "Say, Mrs. Bumblaster, I've been noticing that you boys are without adult supervision most school day afternoons. I work from home and would be happy to help you out any afternoon. Give you whatever you need." Hmmm. Wonder what he meant by that. Aldo and Jesse looked at each other and nodded. Jesse said, "Thank you, Mr. Fullnutz. As a matter of fact, Aldo and I will be home alone on Tuesday afternoon. Could you and Mr. Bigmeat take care of us until Daddy gets home?" Mr. Bigmeat, Jesse had observed, was a frequent visitor to Mr. Fullnutz's house. Both were older than Daddy, but very hunky and capable of delivering two excellent hours of Tuesday afternoon fun. Jesse hustled Aldo into the house, where they both giggled. "I want to hear all about your date, but you need to take a nap and Daddy's cock should be rock hard for me by now. So I'll wake you at 11 to get you ready for the noon sissyboy spunk party." Was there any funner place than the Bumblasters? Aldo didn't think so. Meanwhile, the sissyboy spunk party host, Mr. Twitchcock, was getting things in order for the weekly sperm exchange. He had already set up snacks and water in his dining room. Hydration was important for a six-hour sissyboy spunk party. Mr. Twitchcock knew that some sissyboy spunk parties went for much longer periods, such as noon to nine the next day. But he felt that such 21-hour marathons taxed the boys' resources too harshly. Not to mention the resources of the men. Six hours was just enough...plus an "overtime" session held just for him, the host. Mr. Twitchcock had learned all that in his three years of hosting the best sperm exchange in town. It was Mr. Twitchcock's vision that got him where he was that Sunday. His college classmates went into investment banking, where they made millions that their wives and girlfriends spent as quickly as they made it. Mr. Twitchcock decided that the true profession was teaching. If one was a male, had admitted to himself that he "liked" boys. And taught boys in grades four (9 and 10 year-olds), five (10 and 11), six (11 and 12), seven (12 and 13) and even grade eight (13 and 14). So Mr. Twitchcock pursued an education degree and managed to snag an ideal job at Saint Gaylord's Academy, a rare kindergarten through grade eight school, just before the passage of the Twenty-Ninth Amendment, which dropped the age of consent for boys to ten years and three months. To get a job as a male teacher for those grades today would cost the applicant at least $100,000 donated to the principal's retirement fund and another $50,000 each year thereafter. As a male teacher at Saint Gaylord's, Mr. Twitchcock had the first picks among a vast pool of potential lovers. It was a rare day, actually a rare half-day, when Mr. Twitchcock went without man-boy sex. So he didn't really need to host the Sunday sissyboy spunk parties. But he felt it was a vital community service. Many men and boys who met at his parties went on to have torrid love affairs. Some couples were even married. Onine dating is great and clearly the future. But a nice, civilized, mini-orgy is a much better way to meet people and evaluate compatibility. So Mr. Twitchcock felt pretty good about himself as he set up the items in the lingerie room. He wanted the boys to have plenty of frilly options when they took their brief recharge/redress breaks. Only about half of the boys who passed through Mr. Twitchcock's sissyboy spunk party and his life were "lingerie sissies." But they all wore panties. And about 75% of the men who attended liked a boy wearing that little extra – stockings, garter belts, nighties, even bras with their panties. Admission to the party was by invitation only, of course. And Mr. Twitchcock's invitation methodology was obvious. The prettiest, fuck-hungriest boys were invited first, but only if a male relative aged 18 or above accompanied them. Despite beauty and fuck-hungriness, if the boy's escort was a jerk, no invitation. No underage boys were invited. Mr. Twitchcock kept it legal. Way more legal than his personal life, where nine-year-old Chrissie was Mr. Twitchcock's current favorite (and one of Aldo's as well). No overage boys were invited either. Mr. Twitchcock felt a bit guilty about rejecting some of his original boys from three years earlier. But men generally wanted the youngest bumholes surrounding their cocks. During the party, the men picked a place and stayed there. Boys would leave their man and move on within three minutes of both orgasming. If you like a particular boy or man, set something up for later, not at the sissyboy spunk party. The party doesn't need jealousies and discord. The overtime session was Mr. Twitchcock's reward for being host. Each week, Mr. Twitchcock would select one boy to spend the night with him. The men all knew that rule and all brought a change of school clothes for Mr. Twitchcock to deliver his favorite to school on Monday morning. The number of boys and men was always an issue. By nature, there should be more men than boys, since the boys were more often receptacles and didn't need a stiffie every time they fucked. Men needed time to recover. But men wouldn't abide by that at any sissyboy spunk party. They wanted more boys than men and Mr. Twitchcock obliged. Extra boys could always pleasure each other while waiting for a man. Finding a man with two lovelies to bring as guests was thus, always a huge plus, so Mr. Twitchcock was delighted that Mr. Bumblaster was bringing Aldo and Jesse for the first time, Let's see, Mr. Twitchcock thought, do I have vats of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant positioned everywhere? Check. And what about...? There they are. Twelve bottles of that new Spermbutt Industries product, Halftime. It's supposed to cut recovery time between orgasms in half. Though Mr. Twitchcock found that the appearance of a lovely boy at his door right after her had emptied a nutload into a different lovely boy, did the recovery-time trick for him. Still, one has to do what the customers wanted. How many boys scheduled for that day? 14. Check. Men? 12. Check. Mr. Twitchcock was good to go. And at 11:45 a.m., so were Aldo, Jesse and Daddy Bumblaster. The three got into Daddy's car. Jesse, being the wife, got the shotgun seat. All three were sporting max hardons inside their pants. Which is especially astounding since Jesse and Daddy had just finished a delicious morning of sexual love at 10:55. Jesse roused Aldo at 11 and all three took non-sexual showers. Aldo asked for Jesse's advice on what to wear. "Don't worry about it too much, Honey," Jesse said. "We'll be down to our panties two minutes after we get there. And he has a whole room full of lingerie if we feel the need. Daddy called and got all the details." So the boys each wore pretty panties, sissy short shorts, tank tops and sandals. Daddy wore khakis and a polo. As Daddy drove, the anticipation grew. None of the three had attended a sissyboy spunk party. None had "met" so many people in such a short time. In six hours, the average boy "meets" eight or nine men. Thus the anticipatory hardons. They would need them. The three sissyboy spunk party rookies parked near Mr. Twitchcock's house and watched people go in. Jesse and Aldo recognized Mr. Harshman, their principal, of course. They were surprised that he seemed to be the only partygoer who had brought no boy. The reason, of course, was that Mr. Twitchcock and Mr. Harshman had a little "arrangement." Mr. Twitchcock keeps Mr. Harshman supplied with all the boys he wants, has a standing invitation to the weekly sissyboy spunk party, and Mr. Twitchcock keeps his job in perpetuity. A fair deal. Aldo, Jesse and Daddy left the car and walked to Mr. Twitchcock's front door. Where they met a happy gaggle of men and boys. The men, of course, were sizing Aldo and Jesse up and liked what they saw. So did the boys. The boys were also sizing Daddy up and liked what they saw. Daddy did what all men do. He looked around to see who, bedsides the two he brought, were the most fuckable. And here's the good part – it wasn't easy! The boys were all extremely fuckable! And, wonder of wonders, they had all come there to be fucked. Sometimes it all works out. Mr. Twitchcock showed the newcomers the protocols of his "home entertainment system." "Men can leave their clothes in this room. Boys over there. Men can strip down as far as they wish. Nude is fine. Boys can be nude or wear anything they've brought or anything they find to their liking among the lingerie in that room. I don't have to say, `No dallying,' because no one ever does. When you're ready, men, find yourself a spot where you can entertain the boys and wait for them to come by and choose you." It appeared that one redheaded cutie, let's call him "Ginger," had already "chosen" Daddy. He was making eyes and wiggles at Daddy. And Daddy was making eyes at him. Aldo noticed, saw that Jesse had noticed, and asked Jesse, "Aren't you going to go claw that little tramp's eyes out?" Jesse smiled and said, "That's not the spirit of a sissyboy spunk party, Aldo. And it's not the spirit of our marriage. I keep Daddy as my husband because I'm the best pussy he's going to find anywhere. You noticed that Daddy didn't come back for more after his night of fucking you. I'm the best and he knows it. The more he samples, he more he'll believe it. Plus I get to choose among all these hunks today. As many as I want. And so do you." Once again, Aldo was amazed at Jesse's self-confidence. Aldo and Jesse entered the boy's room and were almost knocked over by an exiting "Ginger." The little tramp looked to be about 11 and was sporting a 5.13-inch stiffie. No clothing. Just red hair and the smell of lust. Ginger was leaving nothing to chance. He wanted to catch Daddy and grab his hand as Daddy emerged from the men's changing room. It appeared that Daddy was in for an enthusiastic first fuck, Aldo thought. Aldo didn't want to dally, but he wondered what he should wear. As usual, he took Jesse's advice. "You can sissy up later. You're pretty enough in just your panties. Just go out there and pick a companion for Round One. I'm going just in panties too." So, with a kiss for luck, the sissyboy stepmother and his sissyboy stepson left the boy's changing room and began to wander the house. Walking hand in hand, they did the "kid in the candy store" bit. Looking at all the good-looking stuff and contemplating purchase. They started upstairs, where Mr. Twitchcock, as was his right, had staked out the master bedroom. Mr. Twitchcock was a very good-looking man and a skilled, experienced sissy lover. But both Aldo and Jesse had sampled that flavor before. In the first bedroom next to Mr. Twitchcock, the boys saw Daddy and "Ginger," in the throes of what could only be called a full-body kiss. "Ginger" was side-by side with Daddy, swallowing Daddy's tongue as they wrestled naked for sexual satisfaction, not supremacy. Man and boy were rubbing cocks and moaning loudly until "Ginger" stopped the action and said, "Mr. Bumblaster, if we cum, I'll have to move on. And please, sir...I really need that beautiful cock inside me." Feeling like voyeurs, Aldo and Jesse moved along. Missing how gloriously Daddy ate "Ginger's" ass, then fucked him until he gave out the loudest, "I'm cumming" screech anyone emitted that fine day. In the fourth bedroom on that floor, Aldo met his first "bear." A hairy, non-slim boyfucker with a huge cock, three-day stubble and a look in his eye that, in less sane times, would have gotten him arrested, was sitting on the side of the bed. Awaiting his first victim, no doubt. He looked at Aldo and Jesse and smiled. Which, by the rules of the sissyboy spunk party, was the extent of enticement he could offer. Aldo felt a stab of excited fear that made him tremble. He looked at Jesse. "Go ahead, Honey," Aldo's stepmother said. "Enjoy." Aldo kissed Jesse gratefully then sissied into the room. "I'm Aldo," he said. "Pleased to meet you, Aldo," the man said. "I'm Mr. Bearman. You're pretty. The prettiest boy we've ever had here. Could I see the rest of you?" Aldo blushed. Both at the compliment and at the fact that he forgot he was still wearing panties. Aldo skinned the little teasers down, stepped out of them and moved toward Mr. Bearman. Who considered himself the second luckiest man at the party. Out-luckied, of course, by whoever had brought this angel to the party. "May I kiss your pretty things, my sweet baby?" Mr. Bearman asked in a non-ursine manner. Aldo nodded shyly, then stepped within a close proximity to Mr. Bearman and his exciting body. Mr. Bearman laid his meaty, hairy, right paw onto Aldo's left bumcheek, then drew the boy closely enough that he could give Aldo's penis and testicles an extraordinarily excellent licking. Mr. Bearman was scary to look at, but extra-gentle and loving up close, Aldo concluded as he squeaked and wiggled his fine bottom in appreciation. He only hoped that Mr. Bearman wouldn't be TOO gentle when things got even hotter. Mr. Bearman stopped licking and said, "Let me just lube up my fingers with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant here, Honey. Then we'll kiss and fingerfuck until I get you good and ready for some real loving." Aldo shuddered. By "real loving," Mr. Bearman obviously meant sticking that huge "fuckpole" of his into Aldo's unfully-stretched poop chute. Aldo's bumhole had hosted several cocks over the past few days, but this would be a true test of the elasticity of an 11-year-old boy's fun- wrinkle. It was terrifying. And so exciting that the pretty boy almost spunked as they kissed and Mr. Bearman played really fun prostate games with his wide, hairy fingers. Aldo ran his fingers through Mr. Bearman's furry chest as the man worked Aldo into a proper "lather." When he reached down to explore the man's huge penis with his soft hands, though, the man gently steered him away. "If you do that, Baby, I could cum. You would have to move on, and I would miss a platinum opportunity to fuck the prettiest boy in history." It was at that moment, without even Jesse's sage advice, that Aldo realized what was wrong with the whole sissyboy spunk party concept. Sure it was fun emptying one's wrinkled bag several times with several different men. But it was more like "speed dating" than real sex. Aldo wanted to take his time with Mr. Bearman before the man fucked him. Run his fingers through the man's body hair. Get to know his fat cock and hairy balls with his fingers and his lips. Give it a nice sucking and swallow at least one big load. Maybe even explore what was surely the hairiest asshole in the state. He could even kiss and lick the man's bumhole. All before getting fucked. But any human man would surely cum if subjected to such loveliness by Aldo. Which would mean no fucking would follow at the sissyboy spunk party. Let's not conclude that the fuck that Aldo and Mr. Bearman enjoyed that day was not enjoyable. Au contraire. Once Mr. Bearman breached Aldo's unaccustomed-to-gigantism sphincter, it was an amazing fuck. Aldo just knew it could have been better, Both he and the man spunked ferociously. Kissed and made promises to meet again. And Aldo left. Bum drooling lewdly. Yet unsatisfied in a way. Aldo found two more eager lovers, then took a break. He went to the dining room, where there were snacks and water. One other sissyboy was in the room. It was "Ginger," the redhead who had grabbed Daddy coming out of the starting gate. Did Aldo look as frightful as Ginger did? He was a pretty one. Sperm all over his face and oozing from his bum. Which described Aldo as well. The boy was sweet to Aldo. "This is a good time to take a break. Get some food. Clean up. Try on some lingerie. The men are getting tired by now too. My name's Beejay. Beejay Bearman. What's yours?" Omigosh, Aldo thought. "I'm Aldo. Aldo Bumblaster. Are you Mr. Bearman's son?" "Guilty. I guess you've met my Daddy. He's great, isn't he?" Aldo blushed a little. "Yeah. But we didn't really get a chance to, you know, know each other." "Wait. You're Mr. Bumblaster's son? Your Daddy and I, we..." "I know. How was it?" "Your Daddy's amazing," Beejay said. "Like you, I wanted more time with him. He's married?" "To a sissyboy. Jesse. My sissyboy stepmother, who's here today too." "Wow," Beejay said. "I envy you. I'll bet your life is interesting." "It can be," Aldo giggled. "I see this is your first sissyboy spunk party," Beejay said. "The bad part of all this is the slam-bam stuff. I'll bet my Daddy was just as disappointed as you were. You being so darned pretty. You can go back in there with him, you know. They don't encourage it. But you can. I might just sneak back I there and see Mr. Bumblaster too." Aldo brightened. And his cock twitched. Beejay said, "I see you like that idea. Let's hydrate, have a snack, go to the lingerie room, clean up and put something sexy on." Aldo eagerly complied. Having eaten and washed up, the boys put on black, seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings and black ruffled garter belts. The all-around, classic dickraiser for men who ever harbored a heterosexual thought. Hand-in-hand, the new friends bounded up the stairs and got lucky. Daddy Bumblaster's most recent conquest was leaving the room with a satisfied smile peeking out from his mask of man cum. Beejay slid in and was eagerly welcomed. As Aldo reached Mr. Bearman's room, a ten-years-and-three-months-old rookie nookie was leaving the room. He was crying from the pain of Mr. Bearman's cock having been thrust where it didn't quite fit. But the decision to do that had been entirely the young beauty's. His youthful butthole was open and drooling. But he was smiling a bit too, having achieved what he had thought impossible. Big-cocked men would never frighten him again. When Aldo popped into Mr. Bearman's room, the man's smile would have burned ancient Rome. "I was hoping I'd see you again, Aldo. You look delicious. And since I've just cum – for the fourth time today – we can do all sorts of `get-acquainted' things with no fear of spilling seed for a while." Aldo immediately joined Mr. Bearman in bed and submitted to his kisses and foreskin manipulation. Despite Mr. Bearman's beliefs, Aldo would cum unless Mr. Bearman stopped. So the boy set to work on Mr. Bearman's massive cock. It was nearly three hands and a head tall! And smelling of the bottomholes of four boys, including Aldo. Aldo kissed the long, blue vein running up the right side. And spent a lot of time and effort giving Mr. Bearman's giant balls a long, pleasing tongue bath. Mmmm. This was much more enjoyable than round one. Especially when Aldo switched his oral attentions to Mr. Bearman's cock knob. The taste was quite musky. But that just excited Aldo all the more. Aldo chose to lick the knob, rather than to cap it with his mouth. Capping being problematic with such a vast amount of penile real estate. Aldo could tell by Mr. Bearman's grunts that, despite his predictions, the man would be cumming soon. Mr. Bearman knew it too. "You little fox," the man said, "I could bottle you and outsell Viagra. You can raise a dead cock with a kiss on the knob. Let me pleasure you as you finish me off." The lovers slid into an oral-anal 69, with Aldo licking Mr. Bearman's cock as the man ate Aldo's delicious asshole. Mmmmm. Twelve glorious minutes later, Mr. Bearman frosted Aldo's face with man's cream. Ninety seconds after that, Mr. Bearman stopped eating Aldo's ass and started sucking the boy's cock. Which gave Mr. Bearman the "big reward," accompanied by big sissy squeals and shudders. Mr. Bearman was the first to regain the ability to speak. "I only have my son on weekends. Can I see you on Thursdays? I'll pick you up and bring you to my place." Aldo made sure that Mr. Bearman had all the particulars – names, addresses, phone numbers, google earth. He WANTED to see Mr. Bearman again! And Mr. Bearman NEEDED to see Aldo again. Oh dear, though. There went Thursday. Monday was for Eric. Wednesday was for Mr. Couture. That left only four days a week for "free play and exploration." Aldo would have to guard those days carefully. Reluctantly, Aldo and Mr. Bearman kissed goodbye with heartfelt promises to meet again in four days. Aldo wasn't paying all that much attention to the three men who "possessed" him the rest of that Sunday afternoon. He was thinking about the men he was in love with. Daddy, of course, though he and Daddy would never be a regular thing. Eric, Mr. Couture and Mr. Bearman, who would be his regulars. He wasn't torn between two lovers. He had way more than that. What fun to be a beautiful sissyboy! At precisely 5:45 p.m. the warning bells rang. Dump your last loads now. At six, you hit the road. All 26 people complied and assembled for the last act of that cream-filled afternoon. "For overtime tonight, Mr. Twitchcock announced, I'm keeping one family, rather than one sissyboy. Henry Bumblaster, his wife, Jesse, and his son, Aldo. Will you stay with me tonight?" The three were flattered and agreed, of course. Aldo wasn't thrilled with the whole sissyboy spunk party thing and in succeeding Sundays would date while Daddy and Jesse attended. But this was different. It would be just Daddy, Mr. Twitchcock, Jesse and Aldo. It never hurt a sissyboy to spend more fuck time with his Daddy. The other 22 people traipsed out happily, Mr. Bearman giving Aldo's ass a squeeze as he passed him. The house was cleared of all but the Final Four. Mr. Twitchcock set the agenda by saying, "Let's take showers first. I'll change the sheets in my bedroom, and the one next to it. then we can eat the meal I've had in the slow-cooker all day. Boys, I suggest you raid the lingerie room before your shower." A good plan. Executed precisely. At 7:15, all had eaten, the men were nude, the boys were wearing pink stockings and babydoll (Aldo) and yellow stockings and babydoll (Jesse). Mr. Twitchcock asked a big question at that point. "Should we pair up, split up and stick with the same couples all night; pair up, split up and switch halfway through the night; or all get into my room and see what happens?" Aldo spoke up first. "I'm not leaving my stepmother. I love my stepmother." And, with that, he lifted Jesse's yellow babydoll skirts and gave Jesse's cock a nice, long, loving suck. Mr. Twitchcock liked that answer. "Is that OK with you, Henry?" Mr. Twitchcock asked Daddy. Daddy would have been happy with any of the three. So the four entered Mr. Twitchcock's bedroom. Not awaiting instructions, Aldo and Jesse grabbed a tube of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, lay next to each other on the bed, and lubricated/dilated each other's bumholes as they kissed. A film of that would have won Best Picture. And the men's blood was in a boil when the boys positioned themselves at the end of the bed, which had no footboard. They were side-by-side, on their backs, knees up. Nighties lifted to their nipples. Pussies glistening with lube. That was enough of an invitation for Mr. Twitchcock. He stood at the foot of the bed, leaned over and PUSHED his cock six inches into Aldo's pussy! Daddy was nanoseconds behind with Jesse. The men completed the insertion, got comfortable and observed something truly special. As they were being fucked, the boys tongue-kissed and skinned each other's peenies! As if they were making love to each other. With men involved. Aldo loved sex. Aldo loved his life. And he LOVED his sissyboy stepmother. As Porky Pig said, "That's all folks!" I didn't expect this to go on so long, but the story kept yelling at me to let it out. Something new th next time. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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