Date: Wed, 2 Sep 2009 12:59:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 5 Sissyboy Scenes 5 By Beautiful Creamer Scene Five -- The Desperate Boywife Kelly's plan was working. As far as he knew. Eleven-year-old Kelly Thickwad, a stunning sissyboy specimen by any measure, was determined that Mr. Grant Thickwad, Kelly's 37-year-old husband of three fuck-filled weeks, was going nowhere that sad Monday morning. Certainly not to that awful place his husband insisted on calling [choke] "work." Mr. Thickwad (Kelly couldn't bring himself to call his husband "Grant") had been a stupendous lover throughout their courtship and his ardor only intensified during their honeymoon. But when they returned to Mr. Thickwad's home only two days earlier to "set up housekeeping" as Kelly's husband described it, Mr. Thickwad turned into a cruel beast! "I have to go to work, my Darling," the uncaring creature told his boywife. "How can I feed you and house you and buy you the pretty things you deserve if I don't work?" While reasonable to some of us, Mr. Thickwad's so-called "logic," produced torrents of sissyboy tears, world-class petulance, and pouty faces worthy of a supermodel unjustly denied the "Vogue" cover. Kelly wanted no part of this "work" business. He wanted his husband home with him all day every day. Worshiping Kelly's classic beauty, then fucking his pretty bottom until he spurted his boy's cream in nuptial joy. So he devised a plan. The pouting and brattiness were put aside and the amazing, cum-soaked sex intensified beyond even honeymoon levels. Kelly was either going to kill his husband through exhaustion and dehydration or make him so eager for more of Kelly that he would never leave his boywife for "work." The morning of Mr. Thickwad's planned expedition to this "work" place was a rip-snorter of a last-ditch effort by a rip-snorter of a boywife. Kelly set the alarm for six, but he awoke at 5:30. The pretty angel took the initiative with his lightly snoring husband. Straddling Mr. Thickwad's hips. Fitting Mr. Thickwad's already drooling peelips against his boyish "pussy," then sitting on it. Taking in every one of its eight, thick, stiff, hot inches. Feeling the pressure on his "boy's place" deep within his pussy. Looking down and seeing his husband stir to the kind of morning-fuck wakefulness we all dream of. Kelly leaned over and kissed Mr. Thickwad with lips and tongue. LOTS of tongue. Then began to ride the best rocking horse ever devised. Kissing. Fucking. Slowly at first, then, as their lust evolved, frantically. Desperate for release. For emptying. For the consummation of a deeper passion than either thought possible. Kelly cried out first. The relentless torment of his prostate threw him out of the airplane at 30,000 feet. And sweet agony rushed over him. Nothing in Kelly's life had prepared him for the feelings he would experience when joined to his loving husband. It was exquisite. And Kelly never wanted it to end. He didn't even want a pause. Like that "work" stuff. Why wouldn't Mr. Thickwad listen to him about that? It was the only thing that Mr. Thickwad had ever denied his boywife, Kelly told himself. Why was Mr. Thickwad being so malicious? Kelly didn't deny his husband anything. Ever. Such as that very morning. Though Kelly had already spurted his boy's cream all over his husband's hairy tummy, he kept fucking vigorously. Doing the right thing for Mr. Thickwad, who hadn't cum yet, but was making those little pre-cum grunts that made Kelly giggle whenever he thought about them. Mr. Thickwad was having an excellent fuck. Though he wished he could have just slipped out that morning to go to work. Why wouldn't his lovely boywife just listen to reason? Oh. Enough thinking -- Mr. Thickwad was cumming. In thick, creamy globs, deeply inside Kelly's tight, hot asshole. Grant Thickwad loved Kelly more than he thought possible. Their marriage -- their courtship -- everything had been beyond perfect. But he had to go back to work or... Oh my... That was an earthmover! A momentous fuck, wherein four balls were deliciously drained. As they had been innumerable times over the past magnificent weeks. Grant was still lying on his back, his hairy chest heaving with sweet exhaustion. Maybe he could just sleep until 6:30, then get dressed and go to work. But no. Kelly was on his knees by Grant's right hip. His sweet, gaping, cum-drooling bottom wiggling as he bent over and sucked his husband's limp, poop-stained, cum-drenched cock. Kelly was applying all of his considerable cocksucking skills to his man's full satisfaction. Cuddling Mr. Thickwad's hairy balls as he teased and pleased the man's sensitive, skinned knob with his talented tongue. Was Kelly trying to kill Grant, like a black widow, now that the honeymoon was over? If so, what a way to go. Despite his resolve to get dressed and go to work, Grant's cock was responding to its very special treatment. Within ten glorious minutes, Kelly had made his man stand tall. Grant celebrated by throwing his giggling boywife onto his back, flinging the boy's calves onto his manly shoulders, then mounting him and plunging his resurrected prick into the boy's well-buttered bottom. It was a much longer fuck that time -- 32 minutes by Kelly's count. And a very nice one. Grant spunked first, with Kelly shuddering with ball-draining lust moments later. The sheets were a mess. The lovers were a mess. Time for a nap until at least 11 a.m. In a perfect world. In Grant's world, he still needed to go to work. So after a few moments to return to the home planet, Grant disengaged and strode to the bathroom. Kelly was incredulous. And devastated. After all that, this...this pitiless monster who was once his husband was still choosing "work" over Kelly??? Two last chances presented themselves. The first, last-ditch effort -- Kelly joined his husband in the shower, where he knelt on the shower floor as he ate out Mr. Thickwad's hairy asshole until the man stiffened enough to fuck his boywife a third time -- with Kelly's fragile frame pressed against the glass door. But after unloading the last sperm drops in his manly body in his boywife's hot, wet pussy, Grant dried them both off and began to dress for spousal desertion. The second last-ditch effort -- tears. Usually, with most men, a dealbreaker. Men hate to see the wife cry. Lots of tears. With a lot of "You don't really love me" and "You never loved me" and "If you loved me, you'd want to please me." Grant's heart nearly broke. But he persisted. And with a fully-reluctant kiss, Kelly's husband deserted the boyish angel at precisely 7:42 a.m. The last thing the malicious brute said to Kelly as he left was, "I love you. I'll be home around six. Change the bedsheets if you have a moment. I love you." And he was gone. Gone. Unless the despicable demon came to his senses, Kelly would be alone and sexless for more than ten hours!!!!!!!! And, even more cruelly, as if Kelly were a slave, not a loving lifemate, the beast ORDERED his boywife to change the sheets!!! Well. If Mr. Grant Thickwad thinks he's EVER getting any of this pussy again, Kelly thought, he has another think coming. The sweet, wronged angel flung himself on the cum-soaked bed and cried his pretty eyes out. Bawling. Pounding the pillow with his little fists. Until he was exhausted. And fell into the well-fucked sleep he should have enjoyed hours earlier. Kelly awoke with a start at 11:12 a.m. His husband wouldn't be home for six hours and 48 whole minutes. Which didn't matter, since they weren't fucking anymore. Or even kissing. [Sigh] It had all been so wonderful once. [Sigh] Kelly had met Mr. Thickwad at a PCI only three blocks from his home. "You'll love it there," Kelly's best friend Todd had said. "I always meet the nicest men there and we do things." Kelly chuckled as he thought about how innocent he had been that day. Only 13 weeks earlier. Todd, who was almost eleven and a half, had been "putting out" for men for almost five months when he finally convinced Kelly, who was a week shy of his 11th birthday, to visit a PCI with him. Todd was really vague about everything, not even answering when Kelly asked what PCI stood for. "I don't know, Kel," Todd said. "I guess it's like KFC. Just letters." You and I know that KFC once stood for Kentucky Fried Chicken. Todd knew that PCI stood for "Pederast Cafes International." A global business growing at the speed of light. In spite of, or perhaps because of, its nickname among its patrons -- The "Suck `n' Swallow." Sissyboys were admitted free, of course, and MANY found the time to visit the cafes. Men paid a $5,000 membership fee, plus an annual $3,000 assessment and a $100/hour on-site fee and a $500/hour "get-acquainted-booth" fee, should they wish a bit of privacy with a new friend, Todd shared none of this with his friend, however. Kelly was so completely innocent, that he wouldn't have gone along. And no one as beautiful as Kelly, Todd reasoned, should be innocent for long. It's unfair to the world. Kelly smiled as he remembered his bewilderment upon entering the PCI. Men, good-looking, prosperous men. Beautiful, overheated boys, flirting with the men. Even innocent Kelly could smell the lust. Kelly remembered that he had trembled from discomfort and fear. He wanted to leave that place and go home until the nicest, sweetest, best-looking man in the world said hello to him. Kelly's eyes filled with tears as he remembered Mr. Thickwad in better days. That smile! That big bulge in his pants as he spoke to Kelly. The sweet, loving things he said to Kelly. The boy fell in love with Mr. Thickwad that day. And they didn't even fuck. Until the next night when Mr. Thickwad called at Kelly's house for him, like a proper gentleman. And took him to dinner. Then his bed. Where Kelly was introduced to what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. It had all been so beautiful. A love for the ages. But it was over. Wasn't it? Wait. Maybe it was, in some small way, minimally, Kelly's fault! That was even less comforting. Kelly sprang out of bed and sissy-ran over to his full-length mirror. Still beautiful. No doubt there. Blond, curly hair. Stunning face with pouty lips and bedroom eyes (whatever that is). Gorgeous body, with big, dark, puffy nipples and sweet, tiny, pink, "boy's things." Bottom plump and pretty. Check, check, double check. Had he aged? Was that a wrinkle? Or a gray hair? Well, Kelly had wasted some sissyboy "prime time." Was nearly 11 (!) before he was fucked. And Mr. Thickwad had been in a really big hurry to marry Kelly. Was that a message that he didn't think Kelly had much time left as an ultra-hot sissyboy? Thinking about the wedding made Kelly smile. He remembered what a gorgeous boy bride he was. In his white, satin, ultra-brief bikini panties; short, white, frilly socks; white, satin, one-inch-heeled, Mary Jane shoes; and long, white bridal veil. Kelly was pretty sure that Mr. Thickwad creamed his pants when he saw Kelly marching down the aisle holding Daddy's arm. An "indiscretion" that his new husband confirmed when they were in bed that night. And by Kelly's reckoning, at least six other male wedding guests had similar "accidents of lust." Ah. Those were the good times. Three weeks earlier. Now Kelly would have to get a lawyer and start the divorce proceedings. Which would be messy, but one must make a clean break No judge in the world, Kelly was sure, would be unsympathetic to Kelly after the cruel unkindnesses of that very morning. Still... Kelly did still have feelings for his husband. Was a reconciliation possible? Maybe. If he would quit his job. They could discuss it that evening. Like mature, married people. With no sex granted until the husband did exactly what the boywife wanted. What should Kelly wear to make sure he got what he wanted? Hmmmmm. The pretty boy looked through his things and found the white peignoir he wore on their wedding night...when things were good in their marriage. Panties or not? Not. Kelly slid the peignoir on and looked in the mirror at himself. Oh dear. His own peeny was stiff at the sight of him. Imagine what his husband would feel in his privates. He liked the sight of himself very much, but maybe if he did a sexy little dance for Mr. Thickwad that evening, that would help him get what he wanted. So Kelly got his ipod thingee, put in the earpods and listened to his favorite boy bands. Loud, of course. As he danced in front of the mirror. In his wedding-night lingerie. Until... [Gasp] A man was standing behind Kelly! Holding a huge wrench in one hand and tool box in the other. The boy screamed, then turned around to defend himself from this rapist or whatever he was. The man was motioning for Kelly to do something...what? Oh. Kelly took the music thingees out of his ears and heard, "...knocked and rang the bell, but no one answered. Mr. Thickwad said the downstairs toilet needed fixing and I've worked for him for a long time, so I just came in. You must be Mrs. Thickwad. I heard he married a pretty boy. I'm Jack Plunger, the plumber. Pleased to meet you." Kelly nodded. Oh dear. The sweet angel was naked except for his fully-open lingerie. And his flagpole was flying at its full, 2.89 inches of boyhood. Embarrassing. Though the plumber seemed quite unmoved. How odd, Kelly thought. Men usually went weak-kneed around him. Was this Jack guy a "women-only" type? Kelly didn't think there were any of those people around anymore. "I'll just go fix the toilet and tell you when I'm finished, Mrs. Thickwad. Again, it was great to meet you." And Jack went off to do his job. Hmmmm. Kelly wondered if Jack had a boywife at home while he was off plumbing things. Probably not, since no proper boywife would allow it. He should change. Put some clothes on. Make the bed. Stop tarting around the house and be productive. Do something useful like checking on that plumber to make sure he does things properly. So Kelly slid off his peignoir, folded it and slid it back in his lingerie drawer. Then selected his clothing for the day. Well, he was thinking about going out and sunning himself by Mr. Thickwad's pool. Which was really his pool too, since they were married. Would Kelly be getting the house in the divorce settlement? The wife usually does. Kelly selected a miniscule, pink bathing suit -- Mr. Thickwad's favorite. [sigh] Maybe if he wore it, and Mr. Thickwad came to his senses and rushed home from "work," never to return, Mr. Thickwad would come to the backyard pool, see his boywife in the pink pretties and fall in love all over again. Thereby doing every single thing Kelly asked him to do for the rest of his life. Kelly slid the suit on and admired himself in the mirror. He was a traffic-stopper, all right. He was so glad that he had had his nails done right before they game home. His light-pink, toe- and fingernails looked so sissily pretty. Especially with his pink bathing suit. Was Kelly young enough to find another man after Mr. Thickwad? He was pretty sure he was. The phone startled Kelly when it rang. What if it was Mr. Thickwad? What would he say? No caller ID in the bedroom phone, but Kelly answered it. It was his Daddy! Like all sissyboys, Kelly adored his Daddy. Though he and Daddy hadn't been "intimate." In fact, Kelly had been 100% faithful to Mr. Thickwad from Day One. And look how the fiend thanked him! Daddy asked Kelly how he was and Kelly bawled out the cruel abuse his husband had inflicted on him that very morning. To a totally unsympathetic Daddy. It was horrid! "Don't be a baby, Kel," Daddy said. "Marriage is give and take. You're not going to get everything you want no matter how sweet your pussy is. And, Kelly, men work. That's how their wives eat. Wake up." Daddy was a cruel beast too!!!!!! He took Mr. Thickwad's side over his own sissyboy son's! And what planet did Daddy live on? Of course you can use your pussy to get everything you want. That's how it works. Doesn't it? After he hung up, Kelly cried a while as he wondered if all men were in some conspiracy. Just then, as it turned out, Jack Plunger re-entered the bedroom to report that he was finished. And saw Kelly crying. While looking feloniously cute. Oh dear. Maybe Kelly needed a hug. So Jack, against his better judgment, offered said hug. Kelly accepted, running across the room into the arms of perhaps the last sympathetic man on earth. So they hugged. And Jack succumbed to his basest desires. He wanted to fuck another man's boywife. Underage (WAY underage) and same-sex (sort of) though the young beauty may be. The little doll felt so good in his arms. And he was so needy and vulnerable. Exactly the kind of person one takes sexual advantage of. Kelly reveled in the sympathy from a hunky man. So blue-collar and lower middle-class. With callused hands. So different from Kelly's mean-spirited husband and co-conspirator Daddy. Oh dear. The man was "misinterpreting" Kelly's needs. Kissing the boy's pretty mouth as he slid his thick, rough fingers down the back of the angel's bathing suit. Putting his callused finger into the crack of Kelly's bottom. And then his bathing suit was off and so were the man's pants. Oh dear. The man had an excellent cock -- the same length as Kelly's husband's, but thicker. Kelly had to taste it, so he got onto his pretty knees and, after skinning the knob, gave it a proper licking. Which made the man groan. And Kelly giggle. Mr. Thickwad deserved cuckolding and that's what he was getting that day. Jack wanted his load deposited in the First Anal Bank of Kelly. So he had the boy back off with his mouth and FORCED him onto his hands and knees. Then he PLUNGED his fat cock into Kelly's previously exclusive pussy and pushed and pulled and grunted and groaned as Kelly whimpered and squealed and begged to be fucked. Which was only fair considering the emotional trauma Kelly's husband had inflicted earlier that day. Revenge aside, Kelly had to admit that Jack was an excellent fucker. Though not as good as Mr. Thickwad. How does the saying go? When it's good, it's great and when it's bad, it's still good. Jack's cock in Kelly's bottom was good. Very good. Plus, the cheating and revenge stuff made it extra naughty. Which seems to make the orgasms even better than expected. Jack spunked first -- crying out as he deluged Kelly's hot hole with his manly juices. Which made Kelly squeal and squirt soon after. There wasn't much kissing after, since both "random lovers" felt guilty about what they had just done. And ashamed. Shame and guilt, as we know, only endure until the next time your cock gets hard. Jack didn't wait around for that to happen. He apologized: "I'm so sorry for taking advantage of you like that, Mrs. Thickwad," Jack said. "I don't know what happened. You're just so beautiful and sexy. It'll never happen again." And he left. Slam, bam, sorry ma'am. Hmmph. Had Kelly just been blown off? Was that the way men acted once their nuts were dry? Certainly not Kelly's husband. He fucked and sucked his boywife until they were both fully satisfied. "I don't deserve my husband," Kelly said to himself. "I'll make it up to him when he comes home tonight. And I'll never cheat on him again." A resolution that he managed to keep for just under two hours. Filled with righteous resolve, and still naked, with an adulterous-cum-drooling bottom, Kelly went to the kitchen, then made and ate a baloney sandwich. Then he put his bathing suit back on and went outside to the pool. To be a good boywife, he needed to keep that tanline. Men love a tanline on their sissyboys. The smaller the "lily-white" areas the better. It was a beautiful, 70-degree day. The pool was clean and shimmering. Kelly remembered all the times he and Mr. Thickwad had fucked by the pool during their courtship. That made it official. He had decided to forgive his husband. As long as Mr. Thickwad quit his job no later than, say, the next day. Kelly lay in his favorite lounge chair and giggled a little as he felt Jack Plunger's spermies swimming around in his bowels. He would have to shower before Mr. Thickwad came home. It was so nice out there by the pool. He didn't mind the solitude. And then he wasn't alone. A 19-year-old man-boy was cleaning the pool. He noticed Kelly looking at him and stopped long enough to say, "Every Monday, I clean this pool. Even when Grant's away, like he was for the past three weeks. Is he back?" Kelly thought the man was a bit rude for a "servant." And nosy. But he was good-looking too. Probably a college student. "We got back Saturday," Kelly said, then regretted saying so much to an insolent "help" person. "Are you his new wife?" the impertinent whelp asked. Kelly wanted to answer that. "I am," he said proudly. Now that he had decided that he would not divorce Mr. Thickwad. "Best wishes. I'm Mark. I've known Grant for a long time. I live down the street. You're very pretty. He's a very lucky man." For a nanosecond, Kelly suspected that Mark and Mr. Thickwad had been something more than neighbors when Mark was younger, then dismissed it. Then he concentrated on the compliment to his beauty. Which made his "little pickle" stand tall. Mark noticed. Kelly noticed that Mark noticed. Looking more closely, Kelly noticed that Mark was a major hunk. Though far too young for Kelly's taste. But not his cock's. Kelly's cock liked Mark a lot. Oh dear. The inevitable happened. As it always does, if it's inevitable. Mark cruelly seduced the helpless young boywife. FORCING Kelly to suck a thick, rich, creamy load out of his fat cock, then, since Mark was 19, fucking Kelly good and proper ten minutes later. Messy. Shameful. Making Kelly sniffle a little at the indignity of his second indiscretion of the day. Even though it was a really good indiscretion. Mark could fuck. And he really knew how to rub his cock against a sissyboy's prostate. Making said sissyboy "empty his cargo" twice. In heaving, squealing pleasure. Mark staggered through the rest of his pool cleanup as Kelly went into the house to clean up and conceal before his loving, wronged husband got home. And ran straight into his Daddy. Who had let himself in without warning or an invitation. As Kelly had his swimsuit in his hand and looked exactly like someone who had been fucked by the pool, he was unhappy to see Daddy. Daddy wasn't pleased to see Kelly either. "For Fuck's sake," Daddy said, smacking Kelly on the back of his head as fathers do to their boys. "Your husband goes to work one day after your honeymoon and you're fucking the poolboy? What's wrong with you? I came here because I was worried about you and this is what you do?" Kelly was shocked. Not only did that headsmack hurt; it was clear that Daddy was being thoughtless and didn't understand the sensitivities of the unique dynamic between Kelly and his husband. Daddy's brutal insensitivity made Kelly cry yet again. But this time, unlike the futile goodbye tears of that morning with his husband, Kelly's tears struck a nerve. Perhaps Daddy realized that he had been a brutish thug when dealing with Kelly's delicate emotional state. Or maybe, looking at Kelly naked -- his tiny penis drooling cum -- his tummy glazed with two recent orgasms -- his bottom oozing Mark's sperm -- his pretty eyes spouting tears. Maybe that was what really sparked Daddy to do what he did next. "How many men have you given it up for today? I thought you were a `good sissyboy,' but you're turning into a tart. Which is bad in itself, but worse when you think about who you aren't giving it up for." Kelly looked at Daddy in puzzlement. Was Daddy... Was he asking for...pussy? It appeared he was. Kelly heard Mark's van pull away as he thought about his next move. It was 2:45 p.m. Mr. Thickwad wouldn't be home for three hours and 15 minutes. He couldn't deny his Daddy. Could he? "I didn't change the sheets, Daddy." Kelly said in an apparent non sequitor. But Daddy got the drift. "I don't mind," he said, and he snatched Kelly into his arms and carried him upstairs to the marital bed. Making the cuckoldry even more direct. Daddy was two years younger than Kelly's husband. And very fit. Which, Kelly got to examine in detail when the paternal person got naked. Kelly couldn't stop blushing when he kissed Daddy's cock. It was a really nice one and deserved kissing. Kelly thought about all the great things Daddy had done for him all his life. So he owed Daddy. Which meant fucking with Daddy was OK. Right? Daddy reasoned that he had raised Kelly and spent all that money on him, yet everyone else got to fuck him. Thus... Rationalization is a full-contact sport. Kelly was OK with everything when Daddy entered his well-greased bottomhole. Maybe it wasn't so bad that Kelly's husband went to work every day. Kelly planned to tell Mr. Thickwad just that when he got home that night. Then treat him to the kind of night that men only dream about. Super make-up/guilty sex. Right after he gave his Daddy an afternoon to remember. And he showered and douched. And changed the bedsheets. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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