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Sissy Stepdad

Chapter 10

Sissy Stepdad

Sissy Stepdad

Chapter X

 

For the next eight weeks, I spent the better part of each Tuesday afternoon learning how to eat pussy.  Under the watchful eyes of Doctor Franklin, I knelt between Ms. Marilyn’s soft, slender thighs, following their explicit instructions as I learned to use my tongue and mouth to bring a woman off quickly, tease her for hours upon end, and everything in between.  It got so that I could bring Ms. Marilyn to a quick orgasm, then spend the rest of our session gently lapping at her swollen folds, leaving her just aroused enough that she’d be anxiously awaiting her husband’s arrival from work later that evening.

 

There were a few times when Ms. Marilyn came to our sessions freshly fucked, and a couple more where she and her husband had obviously had sex the night before.  It was important, Doctor Franklin explained to me, that I learn how to suck cunt (those were her exact words) regardless of the condition it might be in – clean, dirty, young, old, hairless or fur-covered.  I was to consider every vagina offered as a gift from a Goddess, and lovingly treat it as such.  While Ms. Marilyn’s mound was shaved bare and there were no others available, Doctor Franklin said cleaning a used cunt would be a good start.  Maybe, she hinted, I might get the opportunity to try others later.

 

I knew that if I showed the slightest hesitation or failed to be absolutely obedient, I’d be denied my own pleasure.  The cheerleaders had decided after that first week that the only orgasms I’d be having were those permitted by Doctor Franklin.  So no matter how stinky or dirty Ms. Marilyn’s cunt was, I always did what she and Doctor Franklin wanted.   I soon learned that it didn’t really matter that much; even if she’d not, whatever odor or taste there was would be covered with fresh juices in a matter of seconds after I dove in.  It got to the point where I didn’t even mind licking the dried, flaky semen stuck to her thighs, and on more than a few occasions when I was feeling particularly submissive, hoped she’d show up that way.

 

The fact that I was only permitted to cum at Doctor Franklin’s command didn’t stop the cheerleaders from teasing and abusing me at every opportunity.  That eight weeks was pure hell, sexually speaking.  I would become increasingly more agitated – and the girls would become increasingly more abusive – as Tuesday afternoon approached, when I’d literally pray that I’d be permitted an orgasm.  Sometimes my prayer was answered, sometimes it wasn’t.  It was on those occasions when I left my session with a case of blue balls that I would find myself in a state of depression, knowing I couldn’t possibly go another full week, but at the same time knowing the end result of an unauthorized orgasm would be much worse than having a perpetual hard-on for the next week.

 

I still had to perform all my “normal” duties and chores.  One or another was in charge of me each day at school, and I was expected to bring whoever it was a gift.  I carried their books and fetched their lunches, standing stupidly by their table awaiting another idiotic command while they chatted incessantly.  My afternoons were occupied with doing their homework and waiting on them hand-and-foot; my evenings involved washing panties in the bathroom sink, finishing my household chores – and my sisters, as well, since that was part of the payment for the nearly weekly loans I was receiving from her – and, if I had time, doing a bit of my own homework and sleeping.  I was still busy on weekends, too, spending each Saturday mowing my customers’ lawns and Sundays doing yard work for the cheerleaders.

 

The abuse didn’t end there, either.  I was now required to shave my body at least three times a week in order to keep my arms, legs, and pubes hair-free.  I also had to go out and – with borrowed money, again – buy my own “frillies,” as the girls called them.  I was required to wear matching panties, stockings and a garter belt under my clothes.  When I slept, it was in a pink lace babydoll nightie, with the panties I’d worn the day before hung around my neck.  I was no longer permitted the privilege of using toilet paper, so the odor of the racing stripe on my panties permeated the air around my head while I slept fitfully, my feet spread and bound to the corners of my bed.  A butt plug was my constant companion now, a large one at night, and a smaller one during the day.  The only time I was permitted to remove it was when I had to crap, and even then I had to get permission from one of the girls first.  At school, I even had to ask permission to piss! 

 

Of course, three evenings each week I also had to visit the gym to work out, clean the locker rooms, and do whatever else Bruno commanded.  While the abuse the girls piled on me was humiliating, the worst part of it all was servicing Bruno during my mandatory visits to the gym.  He teased me constantly, reminding me that he could cum whenever and however he wanted, but that I had to beg permission from a woman nearly four times my age, and even then, was restricted to jacking off in a condom just once every week or two.    He used to tell me how I was becoming a quite accomplished cock-sucker, which simply increased my humiliation.  He always timed his workouts so that he was sweaty and smelly, and he often walked out of the locker room with piss dripping from the end of his cock, not even bothering to shake it off before sticking it in my mouth.  Every time I knelt there, sucking his hard dick and lapping at his balls, I wondered what it felt like to be on the receiving end of a blow job.  Even with all the abuse I’d been taking, I was still a complete virgin.

 

Everyone of importance in my life at that moment – Ms. Marilyn, Doctor Franklin, Bruno and the cheerleaders – knew that, of course, but I didn’t expect anyone to do anything about it.  I certainly couldn’t; even if I had the time, I had no money to take anyone out on a date.  And even if I had the time and money, I knew what would happen if I had an orgasm without permission from one of my Mistresses.  Besides, everyone seemed to like seeing me scurry around with a case of blue balls, constantly doing everything I could to please them, in the hope that someone would take pity and let me amuse them by jacking off into a condom.  That’s why I was so surprised when I was told of their plans for me over Spring Break.

 

It was the Wednesday before break that Miss Dominique informed me that I’d be spending my week’s vacation undergoing a trial, and depending on the outcome,  I could be receiving a reward beyond belief.  At first, I thought she meant a trial, like in a courtroom, but what she was talking about was a series of tests designed to challenge me physically, mentally and even spiritually. 

 

“Figure something out, slut,” she said after explaining it to me.  “You probably have brains enough to come up with an idea.  Just be waiting in the girl’s locker room after school Friday, by the toilets, wearing nothing but your pink satin shorts.”

 

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied, as much in anticipation as fear.

 

I had a lot of ideas about what to tell my folks, but I knew I’d need something that could be verified.  I couldn’t tell them I was invited to some school thing or a camping trip; there was too much risk that they’d uncover my lie.  I thought about having one of my friends cover for me, but they could just call his parents and find out I wasn’t where I said I was.  Using Bruno wouldn’t work, either.  Although my parents knew I was going to the gym, I couldn’t really claim I was going to some body-building or weight lifting contest.  Then I got a brilliant idea:  Doctor Franklin.

 

I called her up during afternoon break, and asked if I could see her after school.  She said something about expecting my call, which sort of surprised me, and said she certainly could see me, but it would cost.  At this point, I didn’t care.  Either I found some excuse to go with the girls for the week, or life as I knew it would be over.

 

When I arrived at Doctor Franklin’s office – trembling in fear of what was probably going to happen, I might add – I found her in the company of a very handsome man in his mid-20’s.  He had short, blond hair and a nicely toned,  muscular build.  He was probably the most handsome, perfect specimen of a man I’d ever seen.   I dropped my clothes and crawled across the floor naked, greeting Doctor Franklin by gently licking her sandal-clad feet.

 

“Go say hello to Gerhardt, slut!” Doctor Franklin commanded, shoving me away with a foot to the shoulder.  I crawled across the room and placed my forehead on the floor between his feet.

 

“Good afternoon, sir,” I stated softly.  “How may I serve you?”  I could see the outline of his erect penis as I raised my eyes and looked upward.

 

“You will serve him in several ways, slut,” Doctor Franklin advised me.  “First, keeping your hands behind your head and using only your mouth, you will undress him.”

 

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied.  It wasn’t all that difficult, since he was bare-chested as well as barefoot.  All I had to do was take the waistband of his nylon wind trousers and pull them down, at task that took me no more than a minute or so.  He was completely hairless from the neck down, but I couldn’t tell whether that was natural or not.  His muscles were well-defined, but the one that I couldn’t get my eyes off was the ten incher poking straight out at my face.  I’d never seen a cock so large.  Bruno’s seemed thicker, but Gerhardt’s was definitely longer. 

 

“Show Gerhardt how much you love his beautiful cock,” Doctor Franklin ordered. 

 

With Bruno, it was always just a matter of him sticking it in my mouth and me sucking.  Now, it was going to be different.  I wasn’t quite sure what to do, but started by rubbing my cheeks against Gerhardt’s thighs, then licking from his knees towards his crotch.  Initially, Gerhardt just stood there with his legs apart, but soon stepped backwards and flopped down in the overstuffed chair, his rock-hard cock pointing towards the ceiling.  I began lapping at his balls, and then the underside of his penis, lavishing little kisses all over the shaft.  I could feel myself getting aroused, my balls aching because it had been nearly two weeks since they were last drained.  I could see pre-cum seeping out of the tip of Gerhardt’s cock as I lowered my lips over it, gently running my tongue over the head as I slowly let it impale my mouth, going deeper and deeper until my gag reflex hit.  I’d never deep throated anyone, not even Bruno, but I was damned sure going to try right now.

 

Breathing through my nose as much as I could, I bobbed my head down, then up, going a little deeper each time, feeing the head hit the back of my throat.  It wasn’t until Gerhardt put his hands on the back of my head that I began to really panic, but then I realized he was actually pulling me off him.

 

It barely registered when Doctor Franklin said something about hoping for my sake I’d gotten Gerhardt’s cock wet.  I was still too busy gasping for air to do anything when I was flipped over onto my knees.  Almost instinctively, I spread my legs and raised my ass as high as I could; I knew I was going to lose at least one part of my virginity, though not the part most boys my age hoped for.  I was about to get fucked in the ass.  Gerhardt chuckled when he saw the pink plug protruding from my ass, pointing it out to Doctor Franklin.  It was after school, so I was wearing the larger one.

 

“Such a slut, so anxious to lose your anal cherry that you’re already stretched out for your new boyfriend,” she said.  “But I don’t see how you’re going to be able to get butt-fucked with your ass full.  Pull it out and hold it in your mouth!”

 

I hesitated, turning my head and looking at her in shock.  She expected me to do that???  My hesitation was rewarded with a harsh slap across the face, so hard it caused me to cry.

 

“Do it, slut!  Take that thing out of your ass and stick it in your mouth!  Otherwise, you figure out your own excuse for being gone all week.  Unless you’d rather all those photos be made public?”  

 

She was talking about the photos the girls had been collecting for the past several months; of me jacking off, licking toilet seats, wearing girl’s undergarments, and the like.  I couldn’t let that happen.  I felt my face turn bright red as I reached back and tugged the plug out of my ass, then without looking at it – I didn’t want to see what was on it – popped it into my mouth, holding it there like it had been in my ass, the circular base covering my lips.

 

Gerhardt’s cock slid up my ass easier that I’d expected, undoubtedly due to the “training” it had received from the butt plugs I’d been wearing.  I still grunted in pain with the first thrust, though; while his dick wasn’t as thick as my large plug, it was considerably longer.  I’d never had anything so far up my ass before, and it hurt.  Still, I found myself rocking backwards to meet his thrusts, moaning around the acrid-tasting rubber plug in my mouth.  We both came at the same time,  the sensation of Gerhardt exploding deeply inside my bowels causing me to spurt wildly all over Doctor Franklin’s highly-polished hardwood floor.

 

I’d just had an unauthorized orgasm, and knew I was in trouble, so I wasn’t surprised at all when Doctor Franklin grabbed me by the back of the neck and shoved my face onto the floor.

 

“Lick up that mess!” she yelled, while Gerhardt grabbed me around the waist, holding me tightly to keep his still-throbbing cock in my ass.  I dropped the butt plug and scooted around the floor as well as I could, lapping up my cum and polishing the floor with my tongue, Gerhardt still stuck to my backside like he was glued in place.

 

Once the floor was clean, she told me to stop, pick up my plug and hand it back to Gerhardt.  Taking it in his hand, he pulled his dick out of me and quickly shoved the plug back in my ass, trapping his cum inside me.  He then sat back down in the chair, his shit- and cum-covered cock waving in my face.

 

“Clean him,” Doctor Franklin ordered.  I looked up at Gerhardt and saw the sadistic grin on his face.  “Ass-to-mouth is a skill all sluts need to learn,” Doctor Franklin said.  “I was going to wait, but I think this will be your punishment – if you want to call it that – for dirtying my floor with your boy spunk.”

 

This was one of those situations where I could either act tentatively or decisively.  I could either timidly stick my tongue out and lick, or boldly take his entire cock in my mouth.  I chose the latter, taking a deep breath and impaling myself on him.  The bitter taste of my own ass overwhelmed me, but only for a moment, as I slathered his cock with saliva and quickly swallowed, then bathed him with my tongue.  I could feel little flecks of shit on the underside of his circumcised head as I worked carefully to get him entirely clean.

 

“Don’t forget his balls,” Doctor Franklin called out.  I could see what she was talking about, right on the front of his nut sack where it had been bouncing against my ass, there was a combination of sweat and semen which I gently licked clean.  I took each testicle into my mouth, gently sucking and swathing them with my tongue, until I was finally told to stop.

 

“Enough,” Doctor Franklin finally announced.  “Go scrub the bathroom and then come back here.”

 

“Yes, Ma’am,” I responded.  I was a little saddened; I’d been hoping that she’d let me finish sucking Gerhardt off.  He had a beautiful cock, one that made me actually desire to serve it.  I did as instructed, though, crawling out of the room naked and obeying my Mistress.

 

When I returned, Gerhardt was gone and Doctor Franklin was on the phone.

 

“Yes, that’s right, from this Friday evening until Sunday morning of next week.  It’s an intense, nine-day program.  Okay, great.  No, he’ll be picked up at school, and he won’t need to pack anything.  No, like I said, it’s funded through a grant program, so there’s no cost.  Sure, I’ll let you know.  Okay, bye.”  She hung up the phone and looked over at me, kneeling in the doorway.

 

“It’s set.  Your parents believe you’re going to a special camp to help build your self-esteem,” she told me.

 

“Thank you, Ma’am,” I replied, lowering my head submissively.

 

“I know what the girls have in mind – in fact, I suggested a lot of the activities.  It won’t be an easy time for you, some of it will be humiliating and degrading, but overall, I think you’re going to enjoy it.  After all, humiliation and degradation is what you’re all about, isn’t it?”

 

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, my face burning as I blushed again in the knowledge that her words were absolutely true.

 

 

 

 

 

 


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