- by Alvo Torelli, Septempber, 2019
(gb, Mg, inc, coercion)
Boys! Men! They're all she can think of. They're driving her insane. Why?! Why are they suddenly so fascinating and irresistible? Practically yesterday boys were just disgusting and horrible and men were nothing special. Now they seem to rule her every thought.
And then there's the stories, the rumors, the ridiculous claims of Jennifer and Nancy. She knows it's all ridiculous, but she can't tear her ears away from it when they get together at lunch. Everything they say stokes her intense curiosity.
It can't be true that Jennifer has touched a boys penis, it can't! It would have burned her fingers. That's what Maud said, and Maud should know 'cause she saw her father's penis and she could tell it was blazing hot. And there is no, no, no way that Nancy's sophomore sister Isabel let a boy put his penis in her mouth! No! But... could you really... would it hurt...?
Ooooh! Ashlee Stormes tosses in her bed, unable to sleep, again. Night after night, ever since she started sixth grade, the eleven-year-old has tossed and turned half the night, thinking about boys! And men, don't forget men - like her math teacher Mr. Barlage. How could a math teacher be cute? It didn't make sense. Plus he kind of looked like daddy, and he was just the same age, early thirties. Oh! But he was cute, she couldn't deny it. And why was she always looking at his ass? Oh god, I'm never going to get any sleep! She tries yet again to satisfy the never ending torment in her young cunny.
All the stories! They can't be true. Or can they? She wants to know! But how? Oh gosh, why aren't her delicate fingers enough tonight? She strokes her thin middle finger in and out like crazy, biting her lip and thinking about Mr. Barlage's tight jeans. Is his ass as hard and sculpted as it looks? Why is she so curious about a hard, sculpted ass? Daddy probably has a hard, sculpted... Oooh! Stop it! Why can't she climb the mountain she so wants to climb, no matter how fast or hard she strokes with her fingers?! Frustration drives her crazy and turns her thoughts elsewhere...
Thoughts of Nancy's sister, opening her lips around... no, stop it... you'll never get to sleep. But if she could just know... just once... She thinks about the plan - the plan she's pondered again and again. Tonight? Mommy's gone to Aunt Jenna's. There'll never be a better time. He's so predictable. But, would she get caught? It's frightening. But damn it, yes!
Ashlee climbs out of bed. She checks her watch. It's already eleven forty. Her thin body shivers at the unexpected shock of the cold floor, but she doesn't stop to put slippers on her delicate little feet. Her gossamer nightgown will have to do. She grabs a scrunchy to pull her knee-length brunette hair into a long high waterfall of ponytail, hoping it won't get in her way. Oh god! Can she really do this? There's just enough light from her nightlight. The girl in the mirror, with wide blue eyes behind oval, translucent green glasses perched on a petite nose looks frightened. She should look frightened, the wicked little thing. But they both have to know! They can't wait any longer.
Ashlee pads across the hall to her brother's room. Another nightlight is just enough to let her see how deeply the little boy sleeps. He runs and runs and runs, then crashes. Oh gosh, she shouldn't do this! But her curiosity overwhelms her judgement. Her need to know things has never been worse. She pulls the covers from the sleeping five-year-old. Her slender hands tremble, but she's on a mission, an exploration. She's excited. She's finally going to see for herself! She gently rolls her brother onto his back and pauses to see if he shows even the slightest sign of waking. His breathing doesn't change at all. She can do this, if she just stops shivering.
Her brother's pajama bottoms fit loose and she pulls them down over his bottom first, moving slowly even though she's fairly certain he won't wake up. She's seen him sleep through thunder storms! He isn't wearing underpants. The little idiot refuses to wear underpants to sleep, like his big daddy. It's so cute. The pajamas slide over his butt and then all at once Ashlee is eye to eye with her brother's little cock! She slides the pajamas down to his ankles and in his relaxed sleep his legs splay open. She checks her watch again. Oh gosh, almost midnight, hurry! But... can she do this?
Ashlee reaches out trembling fingers. It doesn't look hot enough to burn her. She gasps as her fingertips touch the skin, but it's no warmer than hers. She lifts up the small cock and lets her thumb stroke across the tiny ball-sack. It's not so scary! But oh, gosh! It got bigger in her grasp. Did she do that? She hadn't believed any of those stories, but seeing was believing. It isn't very big, but it's grown bigger and harder and stiffer. Oh gosh. With rising nerves she checks her watch again. It's now or never! She leans in closer.
Surprisingly, there's no taste to the small cock as Ashlee lets her lips slide down its length. It's not really different than sucking on her finger. Emboldened, she lets the whole cock slide into her mouth. She runs her tongue around... Oh! It got even bigger. But... her brother sleeps on. She sucks on it like a lollipop. Isn't that what you're supposed to do? She bobs her head, letting the cock slide out and in over her sucking lips. She's not sure why she does that, it just seems right. But nothing special is happening. Maybe she'll ...
"What the hell! Ashlee, what are you...? Oh my god, oh my god! Stop that! Jesus, that's..., that's..."
Daddy grabs Ashlee by the arms and jerks her away from her baby brother. Between the sudden yank at his little dick and daddy's yelling, the boy is awake and upset. Daddy spins Ashlee around and drops to one knee to look her in the eye. She can see how furious he is. Her eyes flare with fear. "I have no idea what the hell is wrong with you, little girl, but I have to get your brother back to sleep," he hisses in the angriest whisper she's ever heard. "You will go to your room and sit there until I come! This is insane. Just be prepared, because you are going to be punished! Outrageous!"
Ashlee runs back to her room, her gossamer nightgown flaring out behind her. She's very close to tears. Sitting on the edge of her bed, her thin legs swinging, as she's a very small girl for eleven, she waits. She trembles. She bites her small lower lip in a useless attempt to make it stop quivering. What will daddy do to her? Daddy was so angry - almost out of control!
Her door opens and daddy's large form is backlit from the hallway. Even with his face in shadow Ashlee can see how much his anger has abated - not at all. He steps into the room and the light floods across Ashlee. She sees the way he pauses, the way his eyes flare, but his anger doesn't diminish and his gaze hardens. Shirtless, in his loose cotton pajama bottoms, he looks huge and menacing. Two more steps and he's bending over, holding her by her arm, almost shaking her.
That same harsh whisper cuts through Ashlee to increase her fear. But she knows she has to be brave. "What in the world were you thinking?! That was... that was... I don't have words for how bad that was!"
"I, I'm sorry, daddy," Ashlee says. Through her fear she sounds six, not eleven.
"Sorry?! You know I hate that, Ashlee. It wasn't an accident, little girl. Sorry doesn't mean anything when you did something on purpose." Is it possible that daddy is even more angry? "I can only think of one way to punish you for this, Ashlee. You know I have to make you understand. You have to realize how terribly wrong that was, how it could have affected your little brother. There's only one way."
"Oh no, daddy, please," Ashlee says weakly, in her frightened little girl voice, but daddy is already pulling her from the bed, forcing her to kneel on the floor. Her gauzy long nightgown flutters on the floor around her knees. Her dark, thick ponytail tickles her ass. She looks up into daddy's face with big eyes glistening at the edge of tears, magnified by her glasses. But daddy is hardened to Ashlee's pitiful, beautiful looks.
"Only one way, Ashlee. You know that. You know the punishment must fit the crime!"
"Daddy, no!" Ashlee squeaks, but daddy's pajamas have already fallen to the floor. He fists his large cock in his hand and brings it to Ashlee's trembling lips.
"Lick that, Ashlee. You wanted to taste your defenseless brother's cock, so lick this one! It's only fair, Ashlee. It's only right! Lick it!"
Ashlee's eyes go even wider at the size of daddy's cock. How does he hide that in his pants? Are they all that big? Oh god, maybe she's... Real fear grips her, but she sticks her little tongue out through delicate lips and lets it stroke across the very tip of the frightening monster. She sees daddy give a start and open his mouth for just a moment before he manages to plaster the angry scowl back on his face.
"Take it in your hands, Ashlee!" daddy demands. How can his anger be increasing? Ashlee does what he wants, wrapping both of her hands around the big cock. Even as she touches it it spasms and seems to grow longer and thicker. Did she do that? "That's what you wanted, Ashlee - so that's what you're going to get. But not some defenseless little boy! Go on, stroke it! Make it hard. Make it as angry as I am!"
Stifling a sob, Ashlee does as she's told. Her delicate hands stroke the cock up and down. It gets bigger and bigger, until she can barely get her hands around it! It's so close to her face - so frightening, so angry. It throbs under her fingers as she does her best to slide then up and down.
Daddy's voice is still harsh, but it has a new energy as he angrily whispers. "Suck it, Ashlee. That's what you wanted, so that's what you get! Slip your lips around it! Suck it!"
But surely it's too big! How can she... His scowl is so harsh. She tastes the tip of daddy's cock again, noticing the way he shivers. Her tongue swirls once around and she hears the grunt he tries to suppress. Her lips stretch wide, then wider. It's so big! But it fits. He's inside her mouth. Her lips feel the blood pounding through his veins, so fast, so hard. Is he just angry or is he excited? Is there a difference?
It's so much bigger than she imagined.
Daddy grips Ashlee's ponytail. It hurts. But she's too afraid to care. "Now do you understand, Ashlee?" daddy hisses. "Now do you feel little and weak and vulnerable? Now do you know what it means?" Daddy isn't making sense, but he's thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth, controlling her by the thick hank of beautiful hair twisted around his fist. "Suck it, little girl!" He's practically yelling. "Suck it!"
Ashlee sucks at her daddy's cock as hard as she can. And an explosion of hot, thick goo floods her mouth and overflows her lips, more and more as daddy fucks her gorgeous, young face. "Fuck me, oh god, fuck," daddy howls and Ashlee feels him trembling all over. It seems so strange for her big strong daddy to tremble like a scared little girl.
But Ashlee has to deal with the flood of thick cum in her mouth. She has to be brave.
Daddy lets go of Ashlee's long hair and staggers back to sit hard on her bed. He looks stunned. When he looks at her face his eyes go wide.
The cum dribbles out onto her chin. She uses her hands to stop it. There's so much! It cloys at her mouth, coating every surface. The taste isn't so bad but the oily, clinging texture - she knows she'll taste it for a long time, a constant reminder. Seeing the look in daddy's eyes, Ashlee carefully swallows. She hears his gasp.
"Jesus, Ashlee..." Daddy murmurs.
Ashlee uses her delicate, thin fingers to push the rest of the cum back in her mouth, swallows and slowly runs her tongue over her bottom lip. Daddy looks aghast. He blushes.
"Oh god, baby, that wasn't right," daddy whispers. "I..., I was just so angry... and it was the only thing that... Oh god."
"Oh daddy, you're so predictable," Ashlee says and licks her lips again.
"What? What are you saying?"
Ashlee rises to her feet and shifts into the light from the hallway. If she didn't already know that the light would pierce her diaphanous nightgown, make it nearly transparent and show the perfection of her young, thin, curvaceous body she would certainly know it from the look on daddy's face. Daddy and her brother aren't the only members of the family who don't wear anything under their sleepwear!
But she can't just entice daddy with her pretty body. She has to make him angry again, angry enough to get stupid. She has to act at once, while he's still confused and guilty and vulnerable. But Ashlee knows just how to push daddy's buttons.
"You're so predictable, daddy. You always watch the same show until midnight. You always come to check on both of us before you go to bed. You always want to punish me right away, before you think better of it. And you always, always say the punishment must fit the crime."
"Oh my god, no, Ashlee, you didn't," daddy says. Panic laces his voice.
"Don't you remember, daddy, that time I sneaked a sip of your beer and you made me drink a whole bottle, until I was drunk and almost sick? Don't you remember making me go to school in the third grade with forty temporary tattoos all over my arms and face, just because I didn't ask permission to put one temporary tattoo on my wrist. Don't you remember taking away every single toy in my room for days and days when I wouldn't share my Barbie with a bratty toddler?"
Ashlee delivers every word with a combination of accusation and allure. Her words are biting, but her voice is kittenish. Her body position is confident and inviting. She watches daddy intently, but only through the curtain of her amazing long eyelashes.
You're so predictable," Ashlee repeats. "You think you're so in charge of the family, but it's so easy to manipulate you. Mommy does it, I do it, even my baby brother does it and he's barely five!" She's really hitting below the belt - but below daddy's belt is what she's most interested in. Looking down to daddy's lap, it's clear that she's had quite the impact on him below the belt - he's getting hard again. She looks back up to measure his level of anger and her eyes twinkle when she sees how close he is to blowing his top again. Just one more little push.
"Ashlee! I can't believe you did what I think you did! That's horrible!" daddy says helpfully.
Ashlee has to bite her lip to keep from smiling, but that's okay, that works perfectly with the contrite little girl posture she needs to suddenly take up. She lets that lip quiver for a moment as tears build up in her big blue eyes. "Oh daddy," she says, voice quavering, "I'm so sorry!"
Daddy is pushed over the edge. His anger at the deception, the accusations, the conniving manipulation all comes pouring out. But his emotions are all twisted around. The little girl is so pretty, so attractive. She looks so vulnerable. He'd just made her suck his cock, but it wasn't enough! It wasn't enough of a shock for the wicked little thing to learn her lesson. He has to up the ante and teach her the true meaning of being such a little tease, such a little slut, such a devious hussy. She needs to know what a man would really want from such a girl, then she'll stop this depraved nonsense once and for all! It's only right!!
"Sorry? You're sorry?!" daddy hisses at his beautiful little girl. "I'll give you sorry, Ashlee! I'll show you what happens to manipulative little girls. Take off that nightgown, little slut. Go on! Take it off!"
"Oh daddy, no!" Ashley says in her scared little kitten voice, but she doesn't even hesitate to pull the thin silk straps of her flimsy nightgown over her shoulders and let it drop down to her chest. For just a moment she clutches the thin fabric to her flat bosom. "Daddy, please!" she begs, then drops the garment and lets it flutter to the floor until she stands in a magic pool of white gauze.
It's a good thing daddy isn't wearing tight pants or he would sprain himself horribly. As it is, there's no question which part of daddy is in charge of Ashlee's punishment.
Daddy stands and grabs his little kitten by the arms, pinning them to her sides. He roughly, but easily lifts her up into the air and he kisses her. His kiss is violent, angry, sloppy. Her thin legs dangle in the air as she's forced to share fierce intimacy with him. When he finally pulls back, holding her at arms length as if she weighed nothing, Ashlee puts the final touch on pushing him over the edge. "Oh, daddy," she whispers, "you're so predictable."
"Aghhhh! You little slut!" daddy yells, no longer trying to keep his voice down. He presses Ashlee down onto her soft bed. "I'll show you! You don't know everything little girl!" Suddenly he presses her skinny, bare legs back, opening her tight cunny to his gaze. But daddy doesn't want to gaze on his precious girl's sex, he wants to taste it. He wants to drive her crazy. He wants to show her that she really doesn't know everything.
"Oh daddy, daddy, ohhhh!" Ashlee cries out as her daddy's tongue invades her virgin pussy. She's pinned to the bed, helpless under his strong arms. For a moment true fear lances through her pretty body, but only for a moment - for the fear is displaced by the most amazing feeling of pleasure. God! How can this feel so good? Daddy's tongue is everywhere - inside her, outside of her, along her thighs, around the puffy mounds that hide her young sex, teasing apart every fold and crease, tasting every surface and the prodigious juices that pour forth from deep inside her.
Daddy was right! Ashlee didn't know everything. She didn't know that anything could feel this... Oh, oh! What's that? What's happening? Oh god, is something wrong? No, no, no, those girls were lying about this. They had to be lying, but... but... she can't deny it - her body won't let her deny it. Oh god, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhh!
Ashlee loses control of herself, of her body, her mind. The first sweet orgasm of her life takes her away. Her body trembles everywhere. She can't think, or breathe, or understand anything but the incredible, suffocating pleasure. She feels crushed by the pleasure, blanketed by the overwhelming sensations. But just enough of Ashlee's brain is left to realize it isn't just the orgasm crushing and blanketing her - it's daddy! Daddy is on top of her. Daddy is so big, so strong, so...
Oh god, oh god, oh god. This is it! Even as Ashlee writhes in orgasmic delight daddy is swirling the head of his big cock between the folds of her cunny. He's opening her up. She knows how big that monster is. She sucked on it! It can't possibly fit inside her, not down there. But oh, god, he's rubbing it across her little clit and driving her insane and she doesn't care how big it is.
"Oh daddy, please, fuck me!" Ashlee moans.
Despite the fact that daddy has the perfect moment to teach his little girl a true lesson, the chance to pull away and leave her desperate and begging and unfulfilled, the reality is that daddy truly is weak and predictable. And so, instead, Daddy thrusts his impressive cock into his little daughter's incredibly tight cunt, he takes her virginity and starts up a hard, pounding pace. Daddy fucks little Ashlee hard. Her thin legs curl around his torso and her little fists scrabble at the covers of her bed while he fucks her deep and fast and fierce. Ashlee squeals and moans, her face buried in daddy's chest. It hurts, but it drives her fantastic orgasm to new heights and she doesn't care.
Daddy fucks his little princess on and on. Her tummy is already filled with his cum, so he's going to last a long time. He doesn't seem to care that she's so small underneath him, that her pussy is so tight around his hungry cock, that her squeals and moans grow weak as she deals with his size and his energy and his unbelievable lust for her. He only cares that she learn what a real man can do to a little girl who thinks she's so smart and tries to manipulate him and...
No! Daddy's brain finally catches up to reality. He's fucking his precious girl! No! How did she make him do this? But... but.. it's so good! Daddy shivers as he thrusts in hard and holds, deep inside of Ashlee's tight cunt. His cock gives out burst after burst of hot cum. He's fucked her and defiled her and... and it's what she wanted. Oh god, Ashlee, what have you done?
Daddy collapses beside Ashlee in her girly bed, holding her precious body in his arms. They're both too stunned to speak, so he just holds her as their breathing and heartbeats slow. He strokes her long, gorgeous ponytail.
Despite knowing that she'll barely be able to walk in the morning, Ashlee has never felt so wonderful. She could snuggle daddy like this forever, even though the big lummox drifts off to sleep and starts to lightly snore. It's fine, it gives her a chance to run her thin fingers through the hair on his broad, strong chest. Even asleep, his flat stomach is rippled and hard. Why does that make her cunny clench? Why does she still have so many questions? This whole plan was supposed to tell her everything she was dying to know!
Ashlee lets daddy sleep as she ponders and lightly explores. But a wicked idea worms into her head. It can't be ignored. What will daddy do when he wakes up with her pretty young lips sucking his dick?
Moments later, Ashlee is face down, smiling and gasping, scrabbling at her covers. She likes the way daddy forces her ass up high and grips her hips as he slides between her legs and fits his cock to her snapping, sopping cunny from behind. She knows he's going to fuck her for a very, very long time. She screams as Daddy enters her hard and fast.
Ashlee thinks about how it's gotten easier and easier to get daddy to give her what she needs.
Gosh, she wonders: will it be this easy to get Mr Barlage to fuck me?
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