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Subject: THE BABYSITTER'S REVANGE (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
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> THE BABYSITTER'S REVANGE (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
>
> BY SISSY FELLATRIX
>
> I must have been around thirteen years old when our parents decided I
> was now old enough to be their unpaid baby-sitter. So, when they went
> out, I would be left in charge of my sisters Diane and Kate.
>
> My oldest sister, Diane, quickly realized this was to her advantage.
> As soon as our parents left she would begin to plan what we would do
> for the evening. "Let's watch TV," she'd say, even though she knew it
> was not allowed until after dinner, or, "let's go to the creek,"
> although our parents had forbidden us from exposing Kate to the
> dangers of the creek bank.
>
> If mom and dad came home and caught us engaged in prohibited
> activities, I was the one who got punished, because I was in charge
> while they were gone. On the other hand, if I refused to humor Diane,
> she'd threaten to say I had been mean to them, had beaten them up, or
> had engaged in other offenses which were sure to get me in trouble.
> Needless to say, I hated those baby-sitting sessions. No matter what I
> did, I was likely to be in hot water. So under the circumstances what
> could I do? Usually, I chose some pastime which was nearly
> undetectable and more or less safe, like watching TV or "playing doctor".
>
> Since I was twelve years old and entering puberty, I was always ready
> to "play doctor" with my sisters. I would only agree to let them watch
> TV after I had examined their genitals, got them to touch, lick, or
> suck on my cock, or conducted other experiments with them. Deep down,
> I knew it was wrong, but I was a randy adolescent and couldn't resist.
>
> This went on for some time, until one day when I went too far with one
> of my experiments and ended a hot session of cock-sucking by pissing
> in Diane's mouth.
>
> To say Diane was outraged is an understatement. She was furious! She
> swore she'd get even with me and promised to tell mom and dad about
> how I had made them "play doctor". She said she hoped mom and dad
> would beat me. She insisted she wanted me dead and screamed that she
> would never forgive me. In short, she nearly scared me to death.
>
> Of course I apologized. I was terrified! I offered to do anything she
> wanted. I promised to take her to the creek whenever she asked. I
> offered to give her my allowance for the next ten years. I even
> pledged to take her whippings for her. But nothing would do. Diane was
> determined to take revenge, and I knew I was in big trouble.
>
> So, when the folks came home, I hid outside the house where I was sure
> they wouldn't find me. I listened from behind the bushes under the
> living room window while my sister told the story of my depravity to
> our parents in hideous detail. Eventually, she was sent to her room so
> mom and dad could talk.
>
> Mom was so angry she started to yell at dad. For some reason, she
> insisted this was "his fault". I was surprised to hear dad defend me
> as he pointed out he had warned that I was too young to be left in
> charge of the girls.
>
> Mom insisted something had to be done. I must be punished severely.
> They had to "teach me a lesson I would never forget".
>
> Eventually dad agreed I must be punished; but he insisted severe
> punishment wasn't the answer. The situation was at least partly their
> fault, he claimed, because they should have hired a mature sitter
> rather than have me baby-sit in the first place.
>
> As the argument wound down I realized dad had won. Even though mom
> sounded furious, and Diane was still crying in her room, it was clear
> that dad wouldn't agree to any severe punishment. For the first time
> in an hour I could breathe again without the fear that the sound of my
> breath would lead someone to find and kill me!
>
> Once the decision was reached, Dad said he would find me while mom
> handled my sisters. While mom went to the girl's room, dad came
> outside. You can imagine my surprise when seconds later I heard his
> voice near the bush where I was hiding: "Young man, you have two
> seconds to come out from behind that bush or I'll let your mother
> handle your punishment!"
>
> I made it out from behind the bush in record time. I'd heard enough to
> know I was better off with dad handling my punishment than with mom.
> (I never did figure out how dad knew where I was hiding.)
>
> In addition to a whipping and a lecture, dad grounded me for a month.
> Dad's whippings weren't that bad, because he never lost his temper
> like mom did. The tough part was the lecture. I learned how
> disappointed he was and how I had let him down. Being grounded, on the
> other hand, was a mercy, because it meant contact with mom would be
> limited until she'd had a chance to cool off.
>
> It was after dad left for his next trip that we had our first occasion
> to have a sitter. Mom belonged to a sorority and once a month they
> combined a meeting with a "girls' night out". Mom arranged for the
> sixteen-year-old daughter of a sorority sister to stay with us while
> she and her friends went out.
>
> Mom told us at dinner one evening that she'd be going out the next
> night and had hired a baby-sitter to stay with us. The tone of her
> voice and the look she gave me made it clear she had not forgiven my
> abusing my sisters. I could see the fury in her eyes, and knew I had
> better be on my best behavior or I would be in real trouble.
>
> When the sitter arrived, she turned out to be what we would now call a
> "stone fox". At five-foot five, Rhonda had silky-straight brunette
> hair, large perky breasts, an hour-glass figure, a perfect
> heart-shaped ass, large almond-shaped blue eyes, and a face that was
> pretty enough to grace the cover of "Seventeen".
>
> Rhonda served us dinner while mom dressed to leave. She told her my
> sisters were to be in bed by eight and I was grounded because I had
> abused them. I was to stay in my room without TV until bed-time at
> 10:00. She went on to explain that I still wet the bed and should have
> nothing to drink after supper. She also asked Rhonda to wake me up and
> take me to the bathroom at midnight if she wasn't home by then.
>
> I was so humiliated by this exchange that my face must have blushed
> ten shades of red. I found myself wishing God would strike me dead
> where I sat. I couldn't believe mom had told this girl, who was just
> three years ahead of me at my school, that I was a bed-wetter! How
> would I ever be able to show my face at school again?
>
> I could tell from Rhonda's amused expression that she was secretly
> enjoying my embarrassment. I knew I'd be sorry she knew these things,
> but what could I do? I was at mom's mercy, and she wasn't feeling very
> merciful to me at that point.
>
> Mom's last words to me as she left the house had an ominous ring: "You
> had better be on your best behavior this evening, young man, and do
> what Rhonda says. If I hear otherwise, you may just find yourself
> spending the whole summer in your room!"
>
> When dinner was over, I cleaned up the dishes - my chore for the week
> - and then retreated to my room. I wanted as little contact with this
> girl as possible. I consoled myself by thinking that if she didn't see
> me, she might forget what she had been told.
>
> After about an hour I noticed the aroma of baking coming from the
> kitchen. When I opened my door to check it out, I realized Rhonda and
> Diane were busy making cookies. My room was near the kitchen, and the
> door wasn't open long before I realized Diane was telling the story of
> my abuse of her and Kate in the same detail she had told it to mom and
> dad.
>
> Great! Now Rhonda didn't just know that I was a bed-wetter who abused
> my sisters; she also knew the extent of that abuse. I'd never be able
> to face this girl again.
>
> I closed the door, and as I lay on the bed and played with my
> always-hard cock, I began to think about what I could possibly do to
> correct this situation. I could wait until the girls were in bed and
> approach Rhonda about the things she'd heard. I could beg her to keep
> my secrets and promise to do anything she wanted. I could deny the
> whole story and call Diane a liar. I could...
>
> Suddenly the door to my room opened and there stood Rhonda. She smiled
> and gave me a look that seemed to say, "I've got you where I want you,
> boy, because I know all sorts of things that can ruin your life.
> You'll do anything I want, because you don't have any choice." But her
> soft, sexy voice only said, "would you like to share cookies and milk
> after I put the girls to bed?"
>
> Before I could overcome the shock of having Rhonda in my room, or put
> my plainly-visible cock away, or think about the fact that what she
> asked was the last thing I expected, I heard myself answering, "Yes,
> Ma'am. Thank you." She smiled again as if to say "I knew you wouldn't
> say 'no', and glanced at the hand wrapped around my hard cock. Then
> she said slowly, "I would advise you to put that away . . . until
> later," and she was gone before I could collect my thoughts.
>
> Oh, God! Rhonda had caught me jerking off and acted as nonchalant as
> if she had caught me brushing my teeth. If she told mom about this I
> was in BIG trouble!
>
> For the next hour I listened to the sounds of her putting my sisters
> to bed. She dressed them, laughed with them, and read them a story
> before saying "goodnight". Shortly before nine, she entered my room
> again and asked me into the kitchen.
>
> Rhonda wasted no time in getting to the point. As I ate a cookie, she
> said, "You know, if the cops found out what you did to your sisters,
> they'd probably send you to reform school." The threat was clear.
>
> The cookie suddenly stuck in my mouth. I didn't know what to say.
> "Imagine what the kids at school would say if they knew you still wet
> the bed," she gloated.
>
> Again I was silent. Both my mouth and my voice box seemed paralyzed.
> "And how would your mom and the girls at school react if I told them
> that when I went to your room to say, 'goodnight,' I found you playing
> with yourself?"
>
> Still I was silent. I felt humiliated, cornered and was in a panic. I
> didn't know what to say. "What's the matter, little man? Cat got your
> tongue? You'd better answer me or I'll start calling my girl friends
> now!" With that she picked up the phone.
>
> "No!" I shouted, "Please don't tell anyone, Rhonda. I promise. I'll do
> anything you say. Just please, Please, PLEASE don't tell anyone!", I
> begged.
>
> "Prove it," she demanded. "Stand up and I want to see you jerk that
> thing until it squirts. Do it fast, and do it NOW!"
>
> I practically ripped open my pajamas in my rush to play with my cock.
> All I had to do was wrap my hand around it before it stood up at full
> attention, as usual. While Rhonda watched in fascination, I stroked my
> tool with abandon. My only goal was to make it shoot as ordered by the
> leering baby-sitter across the table. Within a minute the humiliation
> became too much for me and I could feel my balls start to boil.
>
> Realizing what was about to happen, Rhonda was quick to react. In one
> move she grabbed the plate of cookies from the table and held them
> under my ready-to-explode cock. "Don't you dare make a mess," she
> threatened, "Put it on the cookies."
>
> And I did. Within seconds the whole plate of cookies was covered with
> creamy white frosting and I collapsed into the chair I'd been sitting
> in just two minutes ago.
>
> Rhonda smiled, glanced down at the plate of cookies on the table in
> front of me and ordered me to eat them before I could catch my breath.
> "Eat them all and do it now!" she demanded. Knowing I had no choice, I
> picked up the first cookie and bit into it. When I felt the slime
> running down my throat, I thought I'd be sick, but the taste of the
> cookie seemed to help and before long I'd finished off the first one
> and was reaching for another.
>
> Rhonda enjoyed my humiliation so much she reached under her skirt and
> started to stroke her pussy. "Hurry and finish your snack, boy," she
> ordered. "I've got something even sweeter for you to eat when you're
> done with that."
>
> As I reached for the last cookie, Rhonda stood and removed her lace
> panties. "Put these on," she ordered. "Then meet me in the den."
>
> I didn't really want to wear her frilly panties, but I knew I didn't
> actually have any alternative. So, I slipped them on over my
> still-hard cock and followed her.
>
> By the time I reached the den, Rhonda was already naked and mauling
> her pussy with her fingers. "Lay down," she ordered, pointing to
> several towels she had spread on the floor; and I did so without
> hesitation. Squatting over my face, Rhonda pointed to the fleshy spot
> at the top of her pussy and said, "Stick your tongue out as far as
> possible and keep licking and sucking on this thing right here. Is
> that clear?"
>
> "Yes, Ma'am", I responded.
>
> For the next hour, Rhonda rode my face like she'd been doing this
> forever. Sometimes she rubbed her clit clear up over my nose so that
> my tongue was licking the lips and inside of her pussy, other times
> she allowed me to lick and suck on it directly. If I acted tired or
> didn't use my tongue as she liked, she'd grab my balls and squeeze or
> twist them to encourage me.
>
> At one point she dropped her pussy over my nose and covered my mouth
> with her perfect ass. "Stick your tongue inside, boy" she demanded. "I
> want to feel it wiggling deep in my ass." When I didn't obey her order
> fast enough she gave my balls a vicious jerk and a painful squeeze.
> "Get busy!" she demanded.
>
> And I did. Pushing my tongue past her rosebud was tough, but the
> harder I tried the more she moaned, and the more she moaned the harder
> I tried. Soon my tongue was wiggling inside of her and I was enjoying
> my first taste of her delicious ass.
>
> The ass-licking lasted just a few minutes and then Rhonda went back to
> having me lick her sweet-tasting treasure. She would periodically
> collapse on my face for a minute or two before resuming her movements.
> Over the course of the hour, she had what I now realize must have been
> at least a half-dozen orgasms.
>
> When she was finally satisfied, my nose felt like she had used
> sandpaper on it. My tongue felt like it was ready to fall out and my
> whole face smelled like her pussy! After her final collapse on my
> face, she sat straight up one more time, looked down at me with a
> strange sparkle in her eye, and ordered me to "Open wide and swallow
> fast!"
>
> Without further warning she began to release a steady stream of piss
> into my mouth. Although I gagged at the taste, I tried desperately to
> swallow it, and mostly I succeeded. When she had finished, she smiled
> and said "That was a gift from Diane."
>
> I knew I'd had it coming.
>
> "Time for bed, young man," she said in her most patronizing tone. "Be
> sure to leave my panties here. By the way, don't bother to use the
> bathroom before bed. Rhonda would just LOVE to put her little pussy
> slave in diapers the next time I babysit."
>
> Her last words rang in my ears as I went off to bed. "Next time..."
> This was just our first visit from Rhonda. What would the future hold?
>
> * * *
>
> Of course, I did wet the bed that night and mom was mad as hell the
> next day. But I had stayed up late, and Rhonda did force me to drink a
> glass of milk as well as her golden wine, and she never did take me to
> the bathroom. Plus, I had lots of things to worry about that night.
> So, what would you expect?
>
> Over the next week, I avoided Rhonda at school. If I saw her in the
> hall, I quickly ducked into a classroom or restroom. I figured if she
> didn't see me she might forget what she knew, but I couldn't have been
> more wrong!
>
> That week I began finding unsigned notes in various female hands
> stuffed through the vents of my locker. Among the notes I recall were:
>
> "Do you really eat your own cum? How does it taste?"
>
> "I hear you have a MAGIC tongue. Is it true?"
>
> "If I was your sitter, I'd make you pull your pud -- off!"
>
> "Bedwetting babies should always wear diapers!"
>
> "Practice makes perfect. Keep practicing, ASS LICKER!"
>
> and one note written on stained toilet paper read:
>
> "Toilet Mouth: Where were you when I needed you?
>
> I threw the notes away, but it didn't help. I began to think that
> Rhonda had told every girl at school my secrets. Each time I heard
> girls giggling in the hall I couldn't help but cringe and imagine that
> they were laughing at me.
>
> What was I to do?
>
> A week later mom announced that Rhonda would be sitting again. Rhonda
> would stay at our house all night Friday. The folks planned to return
> Saturday evening.
>
> When Rhonda arrived on Friday, she brought her red-haired,
> freckle-faced girlfriend Michelle along.
>
> "The girls need to study for a test," Mom explained, "so I agreed to
> let Michelle stay with Rhonda tonight."
>
> While we ate dinner, mom gave Rhonda instructions.
>
> "Bed time for the girls is nine," she said "and he should be in bed by
> ten. He's still grounded so he's not to leave his room and he gets
> absolutely nothing to drink before bed. The last time you stayed with
> them he wet the bed even after you woke him!"
>
> "Don't worry," Rhonda said sympathetically, "I'm sure his bed won't be
> wet tonight."
>
> I cringed as I saw her wink at Michelle.
>
> At 6:30 p.m. the folks left and I returned to my room. The next two
> hours were quiet except when Rhonda popped in, smiled, and said,
> "Michelle and I have big plans for you after the girls are in bed."
>
> By 8:30 the nightly bedtime ritual began and I heard Rhonda giving the
> girls baths and choosing a story to be read. While this was going on,
> I figured it was safe to play with my cock and that's exactly what I
> was doing when Michelle suddenly opened the door and barged into my room.
>
> Without missing a beat she said, "Well, Rhonda was RIGHT. She said I'd
> probably catch you jerking off. Now we've both caught you doing it!"
>
> That said, she handed me a glass which she carried in her hand and
> sitting down on my desk chair she ordered me to continue. "Go ahead.
> Fill it up," she demanded, "We're going to need lots of syrup for your
> ice cream."
>
> What could I do? The beautiful red-headed teenager had caught me on
> flagrant display so to speak and she wasn't in the mood to take "No"
> for an answer. Since she'd had literally caught me with cock in hand,
> there was no doubt she could make big trouble for me if I refused to
> do what she ordered.
>
> So, I continued to abuse my friend while the fascinated mini-skirted
> teenager watched with her mouth half open.
>
> "Don't you dare let that thing squirt without putting every single
> drop in the glass," she ordered, "Rhonda and I will want to watch you
> eat it all later."
>
> The thought of being forced to eat my own cum while the girls
> witnessed my humiliation was too much for me to bear. Within seconds
> my balls began to boil, and as my red-headed tormentor smiled at me I
> closed my eyes, gasped, and started filling the glass with spunk.
>
> Over the next few seconds I milked what felt like a quart of cum from
> my cock into the glass; but when I finally opened my eyes and checked
> there were just a few tablespoons collected.
>
> "Good girl," Michelle cooed as she removed the glass from my hand.
> "Now concentrate on building up another load 'cause we'll need more
> than this for your dessert."
>
> With that, Michelle gave me a long red ribbon, a pair of red panties
> with lace trim down the back and a matching red bra. "Tie one end of
> this chastity ribbon around your 'thing'" she ordered, "then put the
> bra and panties on and leave the ribbon hanging out over your waistband."
>
> After I donned the panties and bra, she gave me a red lace negligee
> saying, "This nightie will make your outfit complete. Now behave,
> little girl. Rhonda and I will be back later."
>
> The ritual in the girl's room went on for a while after that.
> Meanwhile, I laid in bed in my feminine frillies worrying about what
> Rhonda and Michelle were planning.
>
> Eventually the sounds from my sisters' room ended and things in the
> house got quiet. I had begun to hope my teenage dominas had forgotten
> me when I heard the doorbell ring and figured they had ordered a pizza.
>
> It didn't take long to conclude my assumption was wrong because the
> noise level in the house suddenly increased dramatically. I started to
> worry when I realized I was hearing several female voices but panicked
> when I heard males speak too!
>
> When Rhonda and Michelle entered my room several minutes later, they
> were accompanied by five giggling girls dressed in pajamas,
> nightgowns, and negligees. "We're having a slumber party, sissy boy"
> Rhonda said as she jerked away my bedcovers to reveal my red outfit,
> "and YOU are the guest of honor!"
>
> I'm sure the color in my cheeks must have matched the red of my
> lingerie as the laughing and pointing group of teenage girls saw me in
> feminine attire.
>
> "She looks so CUTE!" laughed the big-breasted Melissa.
>
> "Won't the boys just LOVE her outfit?" giggled Wendy.
>
> "That negligee looks better on her than it does on me," complained the
> beautiful black girl named Karen.
>
> "She definitely needs some makeup," exclaimed Alex.
>
> "And let's fix her hair," suggested Leah.
>
> For several minutes I was surrounded by girls as they put my hair in
> pigtails with red ribbons and painted my face with eyebrow pencil,
> mascara, eyeliner, shadow, lipstick, and blush. When they showed me my
> face, I couldn't believe the cute girl in the mirror was me!
>
> "Our new boy-girl needs a name," laughed Melissa
>
> "Let's call her Sissy" giggled Karen.
>
> "That's perfect!" Rhonda cried. "Come along, Sissy" she ordered as she
> grabbed the end of my long red ribbon and lead me down to our basement
> family room.
>
> As we entered the room I was mortified to see two boys I knew from
> school. One was Captain of the wrestling team, a muscular senior named
> Mike. The other was a tall black youth and star center of the school
> basketball team named Jessie.
>
> The humiliation of this situation was so painful it was more than I
> could handle and I began to cry in shame. To make matters worse, I was
> embarrassed to realize that my cock was stiffening from Rhonda's pull
> on the ribbon.
>
> "It's time for dessert," Rhonda said as we entered the basement.
> "Alex, Melissa, come help me serve the ice cream while Sissy amuses
> our friends."
>
> "We'll definitely need more syrup for your dessert Sissy," Michelle
> laughed as she handed me the glass I'd used earlier. "Come on now.
> Show our friends your special technique for making ice cream topping."
>
> With that, Karen and Wendy pulled down my panties and the audience
> murmured their approval as my disloyal member celebrated its freedom
> by standing up and waving the red ribbon around proudly.
>
> "Get busy, slut," ordered Leah, "your ice cream treat will be here
> shortly."
>
> Realizing that I didn't have any choice in the matter, I started
> stroking my boyhood as the girls egged me on.
>
> "Hurry up and make it squirt," demanded Karen.
>
> "Go girl, make that hard thing soft again," laughed Leah.
>
> "Come on, Sissy, fill up your glass," insisted Wendy.
>
> "Don't worry," said Michelle, "If she can't fill it, I'm sure the boys
> will be happy to provide enough syrup to make her dessert REALLY special!"
>
> That thought was just too much for me and my disloyal penis suddenly
> betrayed me by adding a small amount of additional cum to the quantity
> already in the glass.
>
> "Sissy's supply of syrup seems to be running low," Karen laughed, "I
> hope you boys can help."
>
> "Get over here, Sissy," Mike commanded as he pulled his hard tool from
> his pants, "I can help fill your glass!"
>
> "Show Mike your favorite wrestling hold, Sissy," Michelle giggled as I
> knelt before the wrestler, "Let's see your lip-lock in action."
>
> Instantly the wrestler grabbed my pigtails and pulled my mouth toward
> his cock. "Open wide, slut," he ordered.
>
> The idea of sucking the wrestler's cock with my schoolmates watching
> was just too much to accept and I futilely tried to avoid this new
> degradation by pleading, "No, please!"
>
> "Get busy, girl," demanded Michelle as she grabbed my balls, "or
> you'll spend the rest of your life as a soprano."
>
> So, having no other choice I found myself orally servicing the
> muscular athlete as the wrestler pulled painfully on my hair and his
> hard meat pushed eagerly at the back of my throat.
>
> "The slut certainly has good cock sucking technique," laughed Leah as
> she watched from the sofa, "be sure she doesn't swallow her syrup
> before her ice cream arrives, Mike."
>
> "Here it comes," Mike groaned as he quickly pulled out of my mouth and
> milked his juices into the rapidly filling glass which was now being
> held by Karen.
>
> The room suddenly erupted in applause as the success of my first cock
> sucking experience became obvious. I must have blushed fifteen shades
> of red!
>
> "Get the bitch over here," moaned Jessie, as he watched Mike fill the
> glass and stroked his own meat, "I've got a big deposit to make in her
> sperm bank."
>
> Within seconds several sets of female hands were pulling me over to
> the tall black youth whose huge penis looked like it would choke me to
> death! Before I knew what was happening, I was on my knees again and
> the long black phallus was pushing between my lips.
>
> "Come to Jessie, you little cock sucker," demanded the athlete,
> "You'll just love swallowing my black sword!"
>
> "Go on, white bitch," demanded Karen, "give my boy Jessie a blow job
> he'll remember for the rest of his life!"
>
> As Jessie began pushing his cock into my mouth with a timeless rhythm,
> the audience began to clap and chant, "Go, Go, Go!" in cadence with
> his deep-throat thrusts.
>
> "I can just imagine what her trips to the restroom and the boys locker
> room at school will be like from now on," giggled Leah.
>
> "You can say THAT again," laughed Mike, "Sissy will DEFINITELY be the
> most popular boy in school from now on!"
>
> In less than a minute, Jessie rewarded my efforts to avoid
> strangulation with a low moan from deep in his throat, and he suddenly
> began to fill my mouth with his juices. At that moment Karen twisted
> my balls savagely and hissed, "Don't you dare swallow, bitch, or I'll
> take these little jewels home as my personal trophy."
>
> By the time Jessie finished emptying his load, his cum was running out
> the corners of my mouth and dribbling down my chin; but I obeyed
> Karen's order and didn't swallow a drop. I realized she really didn't
> want to miss any when I felt her holding the glass under my chin.
>
> "Open wide slut," she ordered, "and you'd better put every drop in
> this glass or next time we'll arrange for you to blow the whole damned
> basketball team!"
>
> As I added Jessie's spunk to the nearly half-full glass, Rhonda cried
> out, "Way to go, Sissy!" from the bottom of the stairs and I realized
> that my dessert had finally arrived.
>
> "Quick, Karen, pour it over Sissy's dish. Let's all watch her enjoy
> her Hot Cum Sundae," Alex gloated. Time ran in slow motion as the huge
> supply of white syrup flowed from the glass onto my bowl of chocolate
> ice cream.
>
> "Go on girl. Eat it up," Melissa demanded, "You don't want your
> special dessert to melt or go to waste, do you?"
>
> I ate my 'special treat' in total degradation while seven girls and
> both sperm donors watched and laughed their asses off.
>
> "If the kids at school could only see her now!" giggled Michelle.
>
> "You're right. This is great" replied Karen. "We'll have to arrange
> for Sissy to entertain at ALL our parties."
>
> After I finished my dessert, Karen removed her panties and ordered me
> down between her legs, "Get busy, with that tongue bitch. I'm horny as
> hell," she commanded as she grabbed my beribboned pigtails.
>
> Her curly nest was as tasty as the sweetest brown sugar and I lapped
> at her delicious fountain with delight for several minutes.
>
> After Karen had managed to cum twice, she jerked on my pigtails and
> passed me over to Michelle who quickly pushed me onto my back.
>
> "Ride-em cowgirl!" Alex yelled as Michelle ground her clit into my
> nose and I licked the lips of her free-flowing pussy.
>
> "Show the slut how a girl eats pussy," Wendy coached from the sofa.
>
> "Suck hard on my clit," Michelle instructed as she slid off my nose,
> "Now, s-l-o-w-l-y roll the tip of your tongue around the edge of it,
> then push back inside as far as you can reach while I s-l-i-d-e my
> clit back up over your nose."
>
> "That's it!" she barked as her eyes glazed over, "You've got the moves
> right. Now KEEP doing it just like that!"
>
> In under five minutes, Michelle shrieked in ecstasy and collapsed on
> my head in exhaustion. She was replaced by Wendy who wanted the relief
> she knew my mouth could give.
>
> As Wendy tried hard to grind my nose to a bloody pulp, I felt two sets
> of hands caressing my cock and squeezing my balls. "Come on, Sissy,
> get it up for me," Alex pleaded, "I want to play 'hide the weenie'
> with you."
>
> Within seconds, my member was stiff as a board and Alex was facing my
> feet and riding it hard, while Wendy rode my face to completion. I
> assumed Alex was tiring when she grabbed my legs behind the knees and
> pulled them up under her arm pits, so you can imagine my shock when I
> suddenly felt something cold being pressed against my ass.
>
> "Mrrmpfh," I complained, "leempf mbee allommm!"
>
> "What did she say?" Melissa giggled as she pulled, twisted and
> squeezed my balls.
>
> I think she said, "More, please, more." Rhonda replied.
>
> "Oh great," cried Leah. "That's JUST what I hoped she'd say. Sissy, I
> sure hope you LIKE summer sausage," she said as she forced the
> painfully large intruder deep into my virgin ass.
>
> "Now he knows how his sisters felt when he made them suck his dick,"
> cried Rhonda as she watched the action.
>
> "Not quite," said Wendy as she settled her pussy over my lips, "but
> she will soon. I hope you're thirsty, Sissy." And at that moment a
> flood of hot piss hit my tonsils.
>
> To avoid literally drowning, I had no choice but to swallow every drop
> while Rhonda, Michelle, Karen, Mike and Jessie laughed and applauded
> the action.
>
> "See, I SAID she was a real toilet mouth!" Rhonda giggled from her
> perch on the stairs, "Hurry up, Wendy, 'cause I need to use the toilet
> as soon as you're done with it."
>
> "Me too," shouted Melissa.
>
> "That makes three of us who can't wait," laughed Karen.
>
> "Four," added Mike.
>
> "Five," chimed in Jessie.
>
> "Six," exclaimed Alex.
>
> "Seven," continued Leah.
>
> "Eight," concluded Michelle.
>
> "Nine!" shouted my sister Diane from the stairs.
>
> For a moment the room froze and fell completely silent. Then Rhonda
> clapped her hands and threw her arms around Diane. "Why not?" she
> demanded, "after all, Diane's the one who was ACTUALLY mistreated."
>
> Suddenly everyone was agreeing with her and Wendy raised up to make
> room for Rhonda, calling, "Next!"
>
> During the next hour I must have drunk a gallon of piss. I also licked
> and cleaned several foul smelling ass holes and sucked cum from penis
> and pussy alike. But finally I saw Diane's familiar blonde-covered
> snatch straddling my chest and realized with unspoken gratitude that I
> was at last nearing the end of my ordeal.
>
> Diane looked down as she straddled my chest with an evil grin. "I told
> you I'd get even with you, you toilet-mouthed bastard," she said
> glaring at me. Now it's MY turn to show you what it feels like. I have
> something REAL special for you."
>
> At that moment, Diane began rising up toward my face, and I realized
> with absolute horror that she had a white string hanging out of her
> pussy! She smiled again as she looked at me and reached under her ass
> from behind to pull down on the short string.
>
> "Here's a special treat for you, toilet," she grinned as she stuffed
> her red tampon between my lips and sealed my mouth with her pussy.
> "Wait 'til the girls at school hear about this!" and she flooded my
> mouth with her pink nectar.
>
> As I submitted to this retribution, I heard Rhonda say to her friends:
> "I bet it'll be a long time before Sissy abuses another female.".
>
> There isn't much of the story left to tell. After the boys left for
> home that night and the girls were all ready for bed, they dreamed up
> a final humiliation for their amusement. While Rhonda snapped pictures
> with her camera, the other girls took turns powdering my bottom and
> diapering me in bath towels stuffed with that spun glass Christmas
> decoration called 'angel hair'.
>
> "This angel-hair stuff itches like crazy," explained Alex evilly, "It
> will DEFINITELY keep our little angel's attention all night long!"
>
> "We'll have to do something to make sure she remains angelic,"
> responded Leah, "otherwise she might scratch the her 'little thing'
> off by morning."
>
> After the diaper, they added white lace-trimmed rubber pants with a
> pink bonnet, and they made me suck on a pacifier - which was tied in
> place by pulling a pink ribbon behind my head. Then they took more
> pictures for what they called the "permanent record".
>
> Their next move, was to force my hands together in a single pair of
> socks and bind my wrists behind my back with a second ribbon. Finally,
> they tied several strands of ribbon around my legs and ankles and
> bound my ankles and my penis ribbon to my wrists thus leaving me
> effectively hog tied.
>
> "These diapers will ensure that you don't wet your bed even if you DO
> wet yourself, Sissy; and the photos will guarantee that you keep your
> mouth shut about tonight forever," Rhonda said in a threatening tone.
> "If you tell anyone about this, you're sure to find these pictures all
> over the bulletin boards at school and I guarantee they'll be a BIG
> hit in the school yearbook!"
>
> Needless to say, my bed was dry that night - but my diapers weren't.
> My captors punished me for that by making me wear a clothes pin on my
> chastened penis all the next morning.
>
> I guess the real lesson I learned from this experience was not to even
> think about abusing a girl or woman. I found out the hard way that
> they can dream up more unpleasant ways to get even with you than you
> could ever imagine!
>
> I never saw the pictures the girls took, but I know lots of kids at
> school did because I heard about them countless times. I kept my mouth
> shut just like Rhonda told me to and never told the story of the
> babysitter's revenge to anyone - until now.
>
>
>