Schoolboy Sissy Slut

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Schoolboy Sissy Slut

Ó 1998 Mr Pornwriter

Part 6 Fancy Dress

David Merton lay on his bed staring at the crumpled piece of paper. He’d read it a dozen times since it was handed to him during the last lesson at school. It simply read:

BE AT 22 CRESWELL GARDENS TONIGHT 9:30 PM

DON’T BE LATE OR YOU’LL BE VERY SORRY

MR BATES

The young schoolboy gave a long sigh and closed his eyes. Why is everyone being so horrible, he thought to himself. What have I done to make people treat me so bad?

He turned on his side and sobbed softly into his pillow. The clock on his bedside table said 7:58 pm. Allowing for the time it would take to walk there, he had an hour to decide whether he would go or not. He didn’t want to of course. What David really wanted to do was crawl into a ball and go to sleep for fifty years. Maybe by then, this whole episode in his life would be confined to a distant memory, locked away in the recess of his mind.

"David? DAVID!"

David’s eyes snapped open. His father was calling him from what sounded like the bathroom.

He scrambled onto his feet and opened the door of his bedroom.

"Yes dad?" he timidly asked. He could see Andrew Morton in the bathroom at the end of the landing. The door was half open.

"Look I’m going out", said Andrew who was letting the water out of the sink after he’d just been shaving.

"Make sure you finish your homework, and don’t stay up late", his father told him.

David walked along the landing until he was just outside the bathroom. If only he could tell his father what had been going on. Surely he’d understand.

"Dad?" This was the time. He had to tell him. His dad would listen to him. His dad would believe him.

David’s father finished drying off his face with a small hand towel and fully opened the bathroom door.

"What?"

David looked at his father. The tall, fit, athletic man stood there completely naked. His chest and legs were covered in a thick matt of dark hair. David couldn’t help focusing on the large impressive penis, which dangled loosely between the man’s legs. He stood there unembarrassed by his own nudity.

"Well?" asked Andrew, getting impatient with his son.

"Umm…" The sight of his father’s naked body threw David’s thoughts off balance. He’d seen it many times before, of course. But that was before all the bad things started happening to him.

"For Christ’s sake, David!" his father cursed as he brushed past the frozen youngster and walked into his own bedroom.

"I wish you’d stop living in a daydream all the time. You’re impossible!"

David gave up and went back to his room. He flopped down on his bed once again and smashed his fist into the pillow.

Oh why couldn’t he just tell his father what had been done to him? Because he’d think you’d brought it on yourself, a voice in his head answered.

He read the note again.

A few minutes later David heard his dad shut the door of the house and drive off down the street. Now he had no choice. If he didn’t go, his life wouldn’t be worth living once he got to school the next day. He reluctantly made his decision.

Twenty-two Cresswell Gardens was a large detached house in one of the better parts of town. David walked slowly up the gravel driveway and stood at the front door. He could hear music coming from inside.

He paused, not wanting to press the doorbell. There was still time. He could turn round and go home. He’d be safe until tomorrow.

Just then the door was opened by a short attractive woman in her late thirties. She was dressed in what looked like a medieval serving wench’s dress, which showed off a great deal of the woman’s substantial bosom.

For a second David was confused, wondering if he had got the right house. But then he saw Mr Bates behind her. He too was dressed unusually, in an American motorcycle cops’ uniform complete with boots and sun glasses. It reminded David of that old TV programme CHIPS.

"Ah, our star guest has arrived, I’m glad to see" beamed the off-duty deputy headmaster with much enthusiasm.

"Gloria, this is David, the boy I’ve told you so much about. David, this is Gloria, my darling wife."

Gloria Bates smiled and took David’s hand.

"Oh you poor baby, you’re shaking" she said as she led him inside the tastefully decorated house.

"Don’t be nervous" she told David, leading him straight towards the stairs. "You’re going to be wonderful"

The thirteen-year-old boy quickly caught a glimpse of other strangely dressed people through the doorway of the lounge, before he was ushered upstairs and into a bedroom.

Gloria Bates shut the door behind them and took a long look at David.

"Yes, perfect" she said brushing the hair from David’s face.

David stood nervously, wondering what was going to happen next.

"Now, David. I’ve got your costume all ready on the bed. We’ll get you into that, then I can do your face and hair."

Costume? Of course, a fancy dress party! David breathed a sigh of relief. It all made sense. Well at least he’d be safe from Mr Bates’ attentions at a party, he decided. And the fact that his wife was here too made David feel a lot happier.

The good feeling lasted about five seconds until Gloria held up a short, pink, baby-doll nightie. It was almost fully transparent and was finished with a white lacy collar and cuffs.

"I can’t wear that. You c-can see right through it!" exclaimed David backing towards the door.

"Don’t be silly," grinned the schoolmaster’s wife. "You’ll have underwear on underneath. She motioned to a pair of pink ,silk cami-knickers a bra, and a matching frilly suspender belt which were laid out on the bed. Next to which, was a pair of white silk stockings to complete the outfit.

David felt dizzy. No, please tell me this isn’t happening, he thought to himself. It was time to put his foot down.

"Mrs Bates. I’m sorry but I won’t put on those things on. You can’t make me and I won’t!"

Gloria’s smiling face turned serious and she walked towards David until she was standing inches away from his face.

"I don’t think I heard you right", she hissed at the frightened schoolboy. David felt the venom in Mrs Bates voice as she stared coldly into the young boy’s eyes.

"You WILL get undressed, and you WILL put these things on NOW!"

Before David could react, Gloria swung her arm around and smacked the back of his thigh.

"SMAAACK!"

"Owwww" David squealed and felt where the blow had landed, sending a hot stinging sensation through his body.

"Be warned, young fella. I can hit just as hard as my husband when I want to. Now are you going to get into your costume?"

David felt utterly dejected as the domineering woman glared at him, ready to issue another blow. He nodded his head slightly and began to remove his clothes.

Fifteen minutes later, Robert Bates entered the room carrying a large tumbler of scotch.

"Is our little star ready yet?" he asked his wife who was standing behind David at the dressing table.

"Nearly darling", his wife replied cheerfully. "Just adding the final touches." She put down a hairbrush and turned the swivel chair which David sat on, round to show her husband.

"Stand up, David. Let’s see what you look like" instructed Gloria.

The transformed young teenager reluctantly stood up from the chair. The semi-transparent nighty ended just below his crotch and clearly showed the underwear he wore beneath. David’s face was heavily made up and Gloria had pencilled in lots of freckles on his face.

What really impressed Robert though was the blonde wig, which Gloria had fitted over David’s head. Two platted pigtails hung either side of his face enhancing the appearance.

"Bravo, bravo!" he complemented his wife as she fitted a pink bonnet over the wig and tied the ribbon under David’s chin.

The last accessory was a large dummy, which Gloria forced between the humiliated David’s lips.

"Not too much?" she asked her husband.

"No, no. I like it" he replied getting closer to the boy.

"Drink this down, David. It will help you to relax" he said, holding the glass up to David’s mouth after removing the dummy with his other hand.

David smelt the strong whisky as the glass was put to his lips. He hardly ever drank alcohol, except at Christmas when he’d have half a glass of wine with his turkey.

As he opened his mouth slightly he felt his chin being pushed upward, forcing him to gulp down the contents of the glass. The three fingers of scotch slid down the schoolboys throat making him choke as he struggled to swallow the burning liquid. He coughed and spluttered as he finished off the drink, spilling the last few drops down his chin.

Immediately David felt woozy and fell back down on the chair. The room began to spin so he shut his eyes to try and cope with the situation.

The husband and wife gave David a few minutes to recover, then stood him up.

"Feeling any better?" Gloria asked softly.

David shook his head, though the room had stopped spinning, thankfully.

"Yeah, he’s alright" decided Robert Bates, who wanted to get the show on the road.

"Time to join our guests then" said Gloria brightly, taking the dummy from her husband and popping it back into David’s mouth.

They led him downstairs and into the lounge, just off the hallway. David tried to focus as he entered the room filled with about fifteen people in various costumes of fancy dress.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Robert said loudly over the music. "I’d like to introduce you to our baby girl. She’s been asleep upstairs, but she woke up and wanted to come down and see what all the noise was about."

The room filled with laughter at the schoolteacher’s comments.

"I’m sure you’ll all get a chance to play with her", Robert added, mischievously.

David was finding it hard to take everything in. He gazed at the various costumed adults who moved out the way as he was taken to a child’s playpen, which had been placed in a corner of the room.

"Right, sit in there and enjoy the party" instructed Robert who sat him down on the carpet and closed the little gate.

David sat down pulling at the hem of his nighty, failing miserably to cover his pink frilly cami-knickers.

He looked up through the wooden railings at the guests as they milled around, laughing and talking while consuming lots to drink. Elvis Presley laughed loudly at something a Roman Centurion said, while Wonder-woman put her arm around Henry The Eighth’s waist as they chatted to a gorilla. The combination of the whiskey he’d drank and the bizarre spectacle around him, made David feel like he was in a dream.

As the evening wore on, the guests became more raucous. David spied Gloria rubbing her hand along the crotch of Batman, while the caped-crusader licked her ear and squeezed her large breasts through her costume. Robert too, was busy, his hand under the tunic of the centurion who was definitely enjoying the attentions of the American cop. All round the room other couples, of various gender combinations, were fondling and kissing each other. A soldier decked out in a khaki uniform licked the exposed prick of a bald-headed monk, who in turn, nibbled hungrily at Wonder-woman’s breast which he’d pulled free of her costume.

Pretty soon the whole party had turned into an orgy. David, who was by now starting to sober up, considered sneaking out while all the guests were busy devouring each other. But before he could act on his thoughts the gorilla approached him in his playpen.

"Hello, little girlie", the gorilla slurred his words though his mask. "Don’t be afraid of Gus The Gorilla. I’ve got something to show you."

With that the big ape pulled down the bottom half of his costume to reveal a large thick cock that a real primate wouldn’t have been ashamed of. He thrust the large weapon through the railings of the playpen in front of David’s cute made-up face.

"Now, take that dummy out of your mouth. I’ve got something better for you to suck on." Said the drunken animal, pulling David’s head towards his member.

David dropped the dummy from his mouth in shock as he was forced towards the semi-hard prick. Before he knew it he had opened his mouth and let the aggressive ape dick slide over his tongue.

"Oh, yeah. Suck my cock, little baby girlie!" he enthused, making small bucking motions through the playpen’s opening.

David felt the mans penis grow to large proportions inside his mouth and he had no alternative but to suck the engorged meat as it slammed into the back of his throat.

While this was going on, a lot of the other partygoers had noticed the cute baby girl giving the gorilla head and they crowded round, cheering the proceedings. Somebody called out to Gloria to fetch the paddling pool.

Gloria broke off from sucking Batman’s big dick and left the room briefly, soon to return carrying a children’s inflatable paddling pool which she placed next to the playpen.

Meanwhile a horny Red-Indian had climbed into the playpen and was kneeling behind poor David. He was on his hands and knees still sucking the ape’s hot prick when the Cherokee (who was actually from Scotland), made his move on the sexily dressed baby girl.

The Indian rubbed his hand along the seam of David’s knickers squeezing the young boy’s virtually hairless balls and little cock through the silky underwear. David tried to pull away but he was trapped between the Indian and the ape, who was smashing his face against the playpen as he fucked the little sissy’s mouth.

The attacker behind him, was desperate to get at the boy’s sweet arsehole. He yanked the pink cami-knickers down to reveal the thirteen-year-olds bottom framed either side by the suspenders holding up his white sparkly stockings.

"Oh, fucking hell, what a sight!" the Indian in full head-dress exclaimed as he ducked his face into the boy’s

behind.

David squirmed as he felt a tongue lick all over his backside, finally delving between his buttocks. The Scottish Indian who was a solicitor by day, inhaled the musky perfume of the sexy boy’s behind and let his tongue tickle the puckered little hole. Stiffening his tongue he pushed it inside the boy, sending a jolt through the schoolboy’s body.

Just then Gus the Gorilla made a violent sound and froze his body while a flood of his sperm hit the back of David’s throat. The pink ribbon round David’s chin strained as the boy tried to swallow the sickly seaman before he gagged on it.

Seeing this was a good time to intervene, Robert Bates shouted loudly over the noise.

"Ok everyone, it’s time our baby girl had a turn in her paddling pool"

Carried by several of the guests, David was pulled out of the playpen and sat in the blue paddling pool, which was barely two feet wide and six inches deep.

"Now there’s one thing missing here" said Robert, jerking his own penis unashamedly. "And that’s water for baby to play in!"

With that he pointed his cock and let flow a stream of hot piss, which landed on David’s chest. He began to cry maniacally as about eight other men surrounded the pool and started to urinate along with Robert. There was a sense of deja-vu as the boy suffered the indignity of being pissed on by a group of people, just as had happened to him in the school showers.

This time though, the men were joined by several women including Wonder-Woman and Gloria Bates. They bent their legs and directed a huge torrent of golden nectar, which soaked the unfortunate sissy baby girl.

Then without warning, a man dressed as The Lone Ranger, complete with white Stetson and black facemask, lifted up David’s legs and pushed them behind his head. This resulted in David’s head resting on the bottom of the pool, which was half full with liquid waste. David gasped; trying to keep his head above the level of urine as it splashed over his chin.

As the crowd cheered on, the cowboy pulled off the cami-knickers, which then gave him full access to the boy’s cute bottom. Robert and Gloria Bates held David’s legs in place behind him, while the cowboy lowered his white trousers and holster to expose a thick ten inch monster.

He lowered his body over the pissed-on teenager, and pushed his hard slab of meat against the boy’s fuck hole.

David was helpless to do anything as he felt the masked pervert push against his ring. After a few seconds David let out a yell and felt his bottom open up to the invading manhood.

The crowd cheered as The Lone Ranger pushed his prick further into the young boy and built up a steady rhythm. He lowered his head over the screaming schoolboy and bit down on his lipstick covered bottom lip, drawing a small amount of blood.

This sent the rest of the room wild. Any thoughts of holding back were quickly cast aside as a wave of perverted euphoria swept over all of the guests.

David, still trying to keep his head above the piss-line, didn’t expect Wonder-Woman’s naked arse lower over his face. She rubbed her shaved pussy lips over the teenage boy, pushing his nose into the wet juicy opening of her cunt. Then she sat down fully on the thirteen-year-old which sent David under the level of piss.

For ten seconds, David was totally immersed in the putrid pool of men and women’s strong piss. He frantically struggled to free himself desperate for air, but he only managed to rise up to the surface when Wonder-Woman relented and let him up.

The schoolboy was opened-mouthed trying to take in as much oxygen as possible when the woman lowered her bottom once more. This time she positioned herself so that her pink arsehole was level with David’s mouth. He looked up, wide-eyed and saw the sick woman’s puckered anus begin to expand as a foul smelling turd appeared at the opening.

David didn’t have the breath to scream as he watched, in slow motion, the chocolate flake extrude out of the woman’s shitter and towards his mouth. The dark brown log continued for about four inches until the hole closed and sliced it off at the top. It dropped straight down into the poor abused boy’s mouth.

"Wow! Fucking perfect aim!" exclaimed Robert who’d had a perfect view of the action.

"Mwaaaaarghph!" was the only stifled noise that David could make in the circumstances. He fought to shake his head to try to remove the shit, but the Centurion held his head steady.

Meanwhile, the Lone Ranger continued to fuck this junior TV, getting turned on more and more by the outrageous goings on. This was all very new to him, and he found that he enjoyed it immensely.

"Swallow it," urged Gloria, who was being fucked from behind while she looked on, still holding onto David’s leg.

"Yeah, eat your baby food, you fucking sissy!" added the Red Indian who was having his arse licked out by Henry the Eighth.

Robert had an idea and took his American-style truncheon from the holster by his side. He placed the end against the tip of the turd, which was sticking out of David’s mouth, and pushed down. It forced the shit into the sissy boy’s throat and David was forced to bite into the fresh crap.

The schoolboy ate up all of the disgusting meal, looked on by his abusers. David knew that he’d be physically sick in a few minutes if he wasn’t careful, so he tried not to consider the fact that he’d just eaten a woman’s fresh faeces straight from her shit dispenser.

The crowd looked on at the boy, heavily made-up, sporting a yellow piss-stained wig under a pretty pink bonnet. His stocking covered legs were pulled up over his head, in-between which, The Lone Ranger thrust his ten inch man-meat into the sissy slut’s pubescent arse.

The cowboy was getting very hot in his outfit, and so pulled off his Stetson hat. As he fucked the sissy boy harder and harder, the sweat poured under his mask and obscured his vision. A helpful woman, who’d been egging him on, pulled the black mask up off the lone Ranger and let it snap back over his forehead.

David looked into the face of his rapist and screamed.

"Daaaaaaaad!!"

The room went silent.

Andrew Merton stopped in mid stroke, his prick halfway inside his own son’s anal passage.

"David?" he asked, incredulously, trying to see through the make-up and shit-stained mouth of the young boy he was buggering.

"Yes it’s meeeeee!" David cried in a high-pitch barely audible voice.

"Oh fuck" said Andrew quietly. Then loudly, "Oh fucking hell, I’m fucking my own boy!" He pushed his big prick in right up to his balls.

"I’m screwing my own sissy boy’s little arse!" he shouted as he withdrew his weapon most of the way.

"Aaaaaargh!!!" David screamed and screamed. This is impossible, he thought! This has to be a nightmare! The one person who should have been protecting him from these evil people is as bad as they are. No, worse! My daddy’s raping my bottom!

"Jesus Christ, yes!" cried Robert Bates as it sunk in around the room, just what was actually happening. What a turn on! He jerked quickly on his own aching member and came violently, spraying his hot cum over the astonished boy’s face. Several other guys followed suit, covering the thirteen-year-olds shit-stained face with their own portion of spunk.

Andrew was turned on more than he’d ever been in his life. He fucked his son harder and harder, deeper and deeper, until he felt his own reservoir of sperm rise from his balls.

"Oh yeah! I’m fucking cumming! I’m shooting up my sissy boy’s shit shoot! Can you feel daddy’s spunk!" he screamed as he thrust his hard meat up his son’s fuck-hole all the way and exploded into his bowels.

"Aaaaaaaaargh!!" Andrew Merton came harder than he’d ever had before. As he did so, he lowered his face to his son’s and forced his tongue into his offspring’s lipstick, spunk and excrement covered mouth.

David lay there crying as the rest of the room applauded his father’s extraordinary performance.

To Be Continued… (part 7 to follow soon!)