Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2008 10:12:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stepson Seduction

  Stepson Seduction
  By Beautiful Creamer

  One -- New Dad in Town

  Carl Boinkman was feeling pretty good about his life.  Five weeks earlier
he had married Kristy, the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful 33-year-old
woman on earth.  Three weeks ago, they had returned from their fuck-filled,
cum-drenched honeymoon to begin what Carl hoped would be lifelong
housekeeping with the woman he truly loved.

  And everything would have probably worked out that way -- nice and easy.
Good life. Lots of great man-woman sex.

  Except for two complications.

  Mike and Dennis.

  Kristy's sons from her previous marriage.

  They weren't evil or anything.  Far from it.  Thirteen-year-old Mike and
twelve-year-old Dennis were sweet boys.  Very sweet.  Too sweet, actually.

  Carl liked them from the day he met them six months earlier.  And they
liked Carl.  It was just that they were odd.  Not like other boys.

  Boys that age tended to be actively trying to be teenagers.  You know,
sullen little creeps who mumble out one-grunt answers and treat grown-ups
with contempt.

  Not Mike and Dennis.

  In fact, they acted like much younger boys.  Respectful.  Grateful.  With
habits they held on to from earlier childhood.  Like taking a teddy bear to
bed.  And watching cartoons on Saturday morning.

  That was the easier part to deal with.

  The difficult part for Carl was that Mike and Dennis were very
affectionate boys.  They were always hugging Carl and kissing him,
sometimes even, briefly, on the lips.

  Carl didn't find that icky.  He found it pleasurable.  And that was the
difficulty.  Part of it anyway.

  The other part was that Mike and Dennis were drop-dead gorgeous.  Like
their mother, but in a mega-cute, quasi-masculine way.

  Gorgeous.

  Which, combined with that hugging and kissing stuff, had poor Carl
getting "involuntary reactions" that were crowding his trousers far too
often.

  The honeymoon was great.  No kids (they stayed with Kristy's parents) and
Carl was able to concentrate on fucking Kristy.  Not her cockteasing boys.

  Though Carl had to admit, at one time or other during the honeymoon, when
Kristy wanted "it" yet again and Carl's resources were a bit depleted, he
called on images of Mike and Dennis to make Mr. Johnson stand tall.

  Those kinds of thoughts made Carl feel dirty.  And gay.  He knew he might
be dirty, but he was not gay.  Uh uh.  And he proved it every night with
Kristy.  Didn't he?

  Since Carl and Kristy had come back from their honeymoon, things had
settled down into what Carl considered a nice life.  Christy went to her
high-powered job every day and brought home big slabs of "the bacon."  Carl
went to his high school, where he taught juniors and seniors how to use
their native language.

  The boys went to their middle school.  Every afternoon, Carl would be
there when the boys came home from school.  He would feed them milk and
cookies and they would smile and tell him about their day -- unlike any
other boy that age, who would grunt and then broodingly go to his room all
afternoon.

  They quickly took to calling Carl, "Daddy," a title he didn't feel he had
earned, but was working on it.  Their biological father had run out on them
before they could form memories of him, so he sure didn't deserve that
honor.

  Things would have been all right, maybe, if Carl's cock had just minded
its business whenever Mike called him "Daddy."  Or when Dennis, beautiful
Dennis, sat on his lap and told him how happy he was to finally have a good
Daddy.

  Maybe things would have been all right too if Kristy's boss hadn't asked
her to cover what he called a "brush fire" with a client over that weekend.
Getting on that plane on Friday morning.  Leaving Mike and Dennis with
their new Daddy.  Just the three of them.

  Maybe.

  That Friday evening, Carl got the boys a pizza and they watched a Disney
movie together.  Carl on the couch.  A boy on either side of him.  Leaning
against him.  Giggling at the movie.  Sweetly.  No funny business.

  Which was just how Carl wanted it.  Didn't he?

  His cock was undecided.  It pretty much stayed stiff the whole time Mike
and Dennis cuddled with him.  Carl kept a pillow on his lap so the boys
didn't see his "interest" in them.

  So no harm was done.  Right?

  Anyway, the boys scooted off to get dressed for bed as Carl called Kristy
to assure her that he loved her and the boys were fine.

  Carl then went upstairs, made sure the boys had brushed their teeth and
gotten into their cute, shorty pajamas -- which gave Carl that "condition"
again.  But the boys didn't seem to notice as he tucked each into his bed
in their separate rooms, then kissed them a soft goodnight.

  He went back to his own room, stripped to his usual night attire -- full
nudity -- got into bed, turned on SportsCenter, set the TV sleep turnoff
for 30 minutes and drifted off to an innocent slumber.



  Two -- Friday Night Delight

  It was a dark and stormy night.

  Which may or may not have mattered, given what Carl discovered later
about Mike and Dennis.

  Carl was dreaming about fucking Kristy, an activity he had performed for
82 consecutive nights before this one -- even when she had her "regular
visitor."

  Dreaming sweet dreams until a very loud thunderclap awoke him.  Followed
by a louder one.  Followed by the flinging open of his bedroom door and the
appearance of two terrified boys, wearing pajama tops (no bottoms) and
carrying their teddy bears.  Whimpering and running toward Carl.

  "Daddy!!!  We're scared!" Mike sobbed.

  "Can we sleep with you, Daddy?" Dennis begged.

  Carl was still mostly asleep, but he thought vaguely that he was naked
and would have to put something on, maybe sweats, before the boys...

  A third, louder thunderclap made the boys scream again, then dive into
bed with their naked, perplexed, ashamed and soon-to-be-aroused stepfather.

  The boys snuggled up to Carl, Mike on his right, Dennis on his left.
They hugged their stepfather in a death grip, trembling with what was
surely real fear.  With a nice dollop of "seizure of opportunity."

  Carl's brain was stunned by the rapid turn of events.  And his cock
didn't take long to get fully outrageous.

  Fully.

  "They're just scared," Carl thought.  "They won't even notice that I'm
naked.  I'll just hug them for a little while and they'll go back to their
beds."

  He was kind of wrong about all of that.

  The boys whimpered and rubbed their half-naked bodies against their
stepfather every time the thunder clapped.

  Poor Carl feared the worst.  If he spurted while they were hugging him,
his relationship with his stepsons would never be the same.  Which would
sour his marriage.  And essentially ruin his life.  So Carl began to
reconstruct in his mind the starting lineups for the 1993 World Series.
Phillies versus Bluejays.

  As two beautiful boys squealed in fear and rubbed their stiff little
cocks against both of his hairy thighs.

  Who was the Bluejays DH?  Molitor.  That's right.

  Mercifully, the storm ended.  And a few moments later, Carl could tell by
their breathing that the boys were asleep.

  Two gorgeous, half-naked boys were asleep in his arms.  Their pretty,
little, now-wilting cocks still pressing against his thighs.

  Carl sighed.  He slipped the noose on that one, he thought.  If the
police didn't raid the house in the middle of the night and catch a naked
stepfather in bed with his stepsons.

  Should he take them back to their beds?

  He was so tired.  So he just went to sleep

  And so Carl made his first real "mistake."  If you can call what happened
"bad."

  You make the call.

  Carl drifted off and resumed his pleasant dreams.

  Real life soon became much more pleasant.

  Carl awoke to a very pleasant feeling.  Kristy was kissing his face and
stroking his cock very nicely.  Rubbing the drooling head with her soft
hand.

  Mmmmm.

  When had Kristy gotten home?

  Carl's eyes blasted open.  If Kristy caught Carl in bed, naked, with her
sons, Carl was a dead man. How had she gotten home?

  She hadn't.

  The lovely person kissing Carl and stroking his cock so nicely was Mike,
his 13-year-old, beautiful stepson.  As his 12-year-old brother Dennis
slept soundly on Carl's left.

  Adrenalin woke Carl completely.

  Fight or flight?

  He chose Door Three.

  Lie back and enjoy being wanked and kissed by a sweet boy eager to give
his stepfather pleasure.

  Mistake number two?

  To this day, Carl isn't sure why he chose to lie back and moan softly, so
as not to awaken Dennis.

  Maybe he missed Kristy.  He certainly missed sex.  He hadn't cum in 14
hours!

  Still, it's a big leap from that to letting a boy -- a young boy who
lives with you -- do "sex things" with you.

  Though the "sex thing" was awfully nice.

  Where did Mike learn to stroke like that?

  And kiss?

  Seeing that Carl was awake, Mike applied his mouth and tongue to Carl's
open pie-hole.

  The boy could kiss.

  And stroke cock.

  Simultaneously.

  As he rubbed his own little, boy stiffie against his Stepdaddy's hip.

  What was happening?  And why did it feel so good?

  Carl wasn't gay.  Was he?

  But he couldn't remember ever being so excited.

  Kissing the pretty boy. Feeling his warm, desperate hand eager to bring
Carl to orgasm.

  The boy achieved his goal.

  In spectacular fashion.

  Carl hurled six thick, creamy ropes of cum that drenched his tummy, chest
and even a small spurt on the man's own chin.

  Throughout the orgasm, Mike tongued Carl's mouth and, as Carl began to
spurt, Mike moved his hand to Carl's balls.  Rubbing the hairy sack.  Then
milking Carl's nuts skillfully as he the man fully and completely emptied
his testicles.

  Where did Mike learn that?

  Before Carl could catch his breath, Mike lifted his pajama shirt over his
head, tossed it aside, then lay on top of his cum-drenched, naked
stepfather.

  The boy began to rub his stiff cock against Carl's cummy stomach.
Kissing Carl hungrily.  Whimpering with boyish lust.

  Then spurting his boy's cream.  Mixing his boy's sperm with his
Stepdaddy's on the man's hairy stomach.

  As, miraculously, Dennis slept on.

  As boys (and men) often do after a monster cum, Mike rolled off the cummy
precipice, lay next to his "New Daddy" and fell asleep.

  Leaving a terrified, but nicely satisfied Carl to stew in the mingled,
cummy juices.

  And fall asleep.

  To dream again.

  Tortured dreams.

  Kristy was back, though it was a different Kristy.  She had a knife in
her right hand.  And Carl's testicles in her left hand.

  As she moved her right hand to join her left hand, Carl awoke.

  An exhausted (and satisfied) Mike was asleep.

  Dennis was awake.  Really awake.

  In fact, Dennis had his "New Daddy's" cock in his mouth.  And was sucking
it most deliciously.

  The boy's posture was also most unusual.  He was reversed on his
Stepdaddy, with his boyish stiffie hovering near the man's face.  Dribbling
its sweet goo only inches from Carl's face.

  Dennis was an awfully good cocksucker.  So good, he astonished Carl.

  What was going on here?

  Carl threw his head back in some sexual (and psychological) torment as
his new, 12-year-old "son" gave him a blowjob worthy of a $1,000 Vegas
working girl.

  Oddly, he looked at the clock, noting the time -- almost two hours since
Mike had coaxed a load from his fat balls.

  Then Carl looked at Dennis' lovely young cock throbbing, dripping and
vacillating inches from Carl's lips.

  Carl gulped and surrendered to yet another instinct he didn't know he
had.  He moved his head forward and took the wet head of Dennis' pink,
uncut, four-inch cock between his lips.

  For the first time in his life, Carl Boinkman was sucking a cock.  And
not very well.  Compared to Dennis, anyway.

  The boy had a way of running his tongue along the most sensitive parts of
a cockhead!

  Despite his inexperience, Carl's enthusiasm for his fellatric task threw
young Dennis into a squeaking dither.

  Which excited Carl even more.

  Dennis spurted his cream first.  Could 12-year-olds really spurt?  This
one could.  Lots of it.  Into his Stepdaddy's slurping mouth.

  The muffled scream that Dennis emitted as he orgasmed, yet sucked on,
pushed Carl into Cum Gorge.  Falling. Falling.  Ka-boom!

  From unknown reserves, Carl deluged his "son's" sweet mouth with salty
spunk.

  Like his brother, Dennis milked Carl's balls to extract the last spermy
bit.

  Satisfied that he had drained his "Daddy's" sack completely, Dennis
kissed each of "Daddy's" balls sweetly, then kissed the man's drooling
cockhead.  Licking up the creamy drops.

  Dennis then reversed his position, kissed Daddy on his cummy lips, sighed
deeply and fell completely asleep.

  Leaving a terrified, amazed and erotically confused Daddy to stare at the
ceiling until he too succumbed to exhausted sleep.


  Three -- Saturday morning confusion

  Carl awoke abruptly.

  His first thoughts were -- "It's a sunny day.  I think I'll fuck Kristy."

  Then his memories slammed into him.

  Kristy was out of town.

  During the night, he had "violated" his stepsons.  Both of them. And
enjoyed it far beyond anything he had ever experienced.

  Which made him a felon.  And worse, to Carl's thinking, gay.

  He had never thought of himself as gay.

  Men didn't attract him at all.

  But those boys of his did.  He wanted to fuck them from the first time he
saw them.  They were so damned pretty and, well, fuckable.

  Carl's life was over now, of course.  The boys would surely rat him out
to their mother. He'd be led off in chains to "gay prison."  Before Kristy
returned he would have to hide all sharp objects.  And blunt instruments.

  It was his fault, really.  Not the boys.  They were sweet and innocent
and he took advantage of them.

  By the way.

  Where were the boys?

  He was alone in his bed.

  At 7:30 on a Saturday morning.

  Were the boys already at the police station?  Telling their story to a
sympathetic Irish cop who bought them ice cream?  As a SWAT team assembled
to arrest Carl?

  Carl leapt out of bed and found his robe.  Maybe if he packed a suitcase,
got into his car and drove to Venezuela.  Stayed there for five or six
years.  Changed his name.  Got plastic surgery.

  But he needed coffee first.

  He looked in the boys' rooms.  Gone.

  Went downstairs and heard the murmur of a television.  And giggling.

  Huh?

  The boys were in the family room.  Eating sugary cereal and milk as they
watched cartoons.

  Huh?  Huh?

  Mike looked up from his cereal at Carl.  "Good morning, Daddy," he said,
then went back to the "Itchy and Scratchy Show."  Dennis didn't even make
eye contact, just mumbled "Good morning" as he laughed at a mouse
disemboweling a cat.

  Carl nodded back a "good morning," then made himself coffee, searching
for an explanation.

  Had it been a dream?

  It had been so real.

  And that surely was dried cum on his stomach.  Had he had a "nocturnal
emission?"  His first since high school?

  Apparently.

  Tsunamis of relief washed over Carl as he drank his coffee.  He should
have never had anchovies on that pizza last night.

  But he was just a little sad too.

  He had enjoyed the sex with his stepsons.  Real or not.

  And the little dickteasers excited him.  There was no doubting that.  So
maybe he WAS gay.  A little.  For boys, not men.

  He would just have to watch his step around them.

  Carl went upstairs and got in the shower, thinking that if he were in a
porn story, one or both of his stepsons would be getting into the shower
with him.

  No such bad luck.  It was bad, right?

  Carl finished his shower, shaved and brushed his teeth, then, wearing
only a towel, returned to the master bedroom.

  Where he saw Mike and Dennis.

  All of Mike and Dennis.

  The boys were fully, gorgeously naked.

  Dennis was on the bed, on all fours, his perfect, plump bottom pointing
at his "Daddy."  His anal opening was slick with lubrication as his
brother's three slick fingers dilated the celestial opening.

  "We flipped a coin for first and Dennis won, Daddy.  But I got him ready
for you.  Go ahead, Daddy.  Fuck Dennis.  I won't be jealous.  You can do
me next.  Dennis needs it, Daddy."

  The truth of that last statement was obvious.  Dennis was in full "heat."
Gasping and whimpering and begging his Daddy for a good, stiff fucking.

  Despite his shock and aweful fear, Daddy sprang to full erection.

  The sight of those pink cheeks and dangling baby balls!!  The gaping, wet
entrance to a land of delicious delights!  The utter depravity of it all!

  Plus, he now knew that everything last night had really happened.  And
they can't hang you twice.

  Mike moved the program along a bit by stepping toward Daddy and undoing
his towel so that the boys' randy studfather stood naked and rampant.

  Mike grabbed Daddy's cock, gasping at its beauty, then leading Daddy by
the cock to Dennis.

  The elder stepson placed Daddy's peehole at his brother's sopping
boypussy.  "Push, Daddy.  You won't hurt him.  I got him ready for you."

  The thought formed in Carl's brain that, perhaps, this wasn't Mike and
Dennis' "first rodeo," but he didn't care.  Especially when he pushed.  And
found himself engulfed in the hottest, tightest, naughtiest place his
well-traveled cock had ever visited.

  The visit was greatly enhanced by the enthusiasm of the host.  Dennis was
a very grateful fuck.  He moaned and gasped and squealed in magnificent
appreciation throughout the vigorous proceedings.

  Dennis especially liked when Daddy pushed him forward, putting his full
weight on the boy's buttocks and back.  Overpowering the boy as they
fucked.  Dominating him.

  Mike sat on the other side of the room.  Stroking his four-inch stiffie,
but not cumming.  Greasing up his own bumhole with lubed fingers.  Waiting
his turn.

  After ten minutes of the most powerful bliss Daddy had ever experienced,
Dennis cried out and spurted his spunk deeply into the mattress, box
spring, carpet, and first floor ceiling.

  It was a ripsnorter of a cum.  And the anal convulsions it engendered
made Daddy rip and snort as well.  The studman pushed hard and fast for
three rough strokes, then blasted his first-of-the-day load into his
stepson's hospitable rectum.

  When the man's and boy's convulsions stopped, Mike applauded.  Then he
said, "Yay, Daddy!!  Dennis and I knew you would be a good Daddy to us.
And now you're showing us you are."

  Carl thought, "Is this how you become a good Daddy?  If so, I'm aiming
for the Hall of Fame."

  Carl withdrew his limp, cum-drooling, poop-stained cock and lay on his
back. Dennis dreamily rolled onto his back and cuddled up to Daddy.  "That
was awesome, Daddy," the younger boy said, then he kissed the man fully on
the lips.

  As Daddy and Dennis tongued each other's tonsils, Daddy felt a warm mouth
enveloping his limp penis.  And soft, boyish hands caressing his balls.

  Mike was working hard to earn his turn with Daddy.  Who gasped when he
felt two of Mike's fingers enter his bottomhole.  A place where no man had
gone before.  And where Daddy definitely wanted someone to go again.

  Mike was massaging Daddy's prostate.  As he expertly sucked his cock.
And Dennis tongue-kissed his mouth.

  Daddy was having a very good day.  And his cock was resurrecting in
record time.

  When Mike judged Daddy's cock to be fuckworthy, he stopped sucking, lest
he "spill his reward."  The boy lay on his back as his brother slid two
pillows under his hips. Then he lifted his legs up as he spread them,
grabbing his shins as he offered Daddy a stunningly beautiful target for
his newly-born Woodrow.

  Dennis aimed the steppaternal cock at Mike's pootie and Daddy pushed.

  He was in!

  He was fucking a second beautiful angel that cum-drenched, never-to-be
forgotten Saturday.

  And the angel was loving it.

  Fucking a boy when he's on his back is tricky, but very nice.  Because of
the kissing.  And the domination.  The boy feels helpless and emasculated.
Thoroughly at the mercy of his lustful "violator."  Powerless to stop the
man from satisfying all of his disgusting, lustful needs.

  Wasn't that great?

  Mike and Daddy seemed to think so.  They fucked like a prisoner and his
wife on a five-minute conjugal visit.

  Since Daddy had cum once already that morning, Mike got a much longer
fuck than Dennis had.  Which his libido adored, but his asshole thought was
a little too much.

  Daddy grunted, cried out and spunked.  Watching Daddy's joy as he deluged
Mike's bowels was enough to make Mike's balls release their creamies.

  Cum was everywhere that magnificent morning.

  And it was only 9 a.m.

  Thirty-six hours until Kristy came home.

  Oh my.


  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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