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Domming Daughter Dani Part 1 of 51 - INTRODUCTION
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Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it, change it,
try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I don't care. Just
acknowledge my original authorship and if you change anything, be upfront
about the fact that you changed it. If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss
your ass.
Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo,
spanking, mmf and mff. I'm sure there's more, but that should be enough to
get the story into the search results of the people who would appreciate it
most.
This is not a true story. Got it? The story code says it's true.
You're going to make a value judgement rather quickly as to whether it's
true or not. But if it eases the mind of worried little do-gooders out
there in Outrage Nation, permit me to offer you a gift. Here it is: "Not
true." Kay?
True or not, this story doesn't feature a nine year old girl talking
like a porn princess and begging for sex like a depraved meth whore. It
doesn't feature a fifteen year old cheerleader taking on the entire high
school football team. There's no freak-of-nature stud who can come six
times in a row without so much as a moment of recharging.
Unfortunately, like many of the stories you find in an incest newsgroup,
it does contain the cliche of the absentee mother. My wife, Dani's mom,
died of bacterial complications from a very routine surgery. They were
taking a non-malignant cyst out of her thigh for the second time in two
years. The hospital had a super strep bug somewhere in the operating room.
The suddenness shocked everyone. It sucks. I loved her. I still miss
her.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. I sat down to write out some tips on
how a guy can (and did) effectively groom his own daughter for sex and stay
out of jail. It turned out that the story of how I came to learn what I
know about grooming girls was more complicated than I first realized. My
grooming tips are nothing without my credibility. My credibility presents
itself in a sprawling, novel length account. This story is looong.
Loooooong. Before you invest a lot of time in a detailed account of how I
turned my daughter into a sex toy when all you were looking for was a
ridiculous and improbable jerk story, one of those with the nine-ten-eleven
year old trollop begging her father to "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me with that
big throbbing cock!".... Uh... Fair warning. This is not the story for
you.
Srsly. You could read three Vonnegut novels in the same amount of time
you waste reading this. You can read everything J.D. Salinger ever
published. Go. Invest your hours more productively. Don't say I didn't
warn you.
When the sex scenes finally unfold, you aren't going to get the usual
comic book Manga pedo sex. Some young girls like sex and some don't. It
takes the right girl, the right petri dish home environment, and a lot of
properly-paced grooming. Most of that grooming is tedious, and not sexy at
all, to be honest.
Sure, you can train a young girl to recite scripted lines, but you also
have to maintain some shred of paternal life with that same girl the other
twenty-two hours of the day when your dick isn't hard. This is a rare true
incest story, told without (much) varnish, and wrapped up with a happy
ending. So far. So far. That's the thing about raping your daughter.
You can't unrape her. There's a point where the power shifts from "Daddy's
little obedient girl" to "Vindictive middle-age bitch with issues." It will
never really be over until I'm dead or she is.
But before we get to the happy ending, we have to go back to the start.
The unhappy start.
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Domming Daughter Dani Part 2 of 51 CARYN PART ONE
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about the fact that you changed it. If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss
your ass.
Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo,
spanking, mmf and mff.
If you don't follow the story in order, this will make little sense to
you.
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I met Caryn my freshmen year in college. I had my own parental issues
and had divorced my mom and dad at the end of my freshman year. I was
living on student loans and rinky-dink scholarships as I struggled to get
my diploma in electrical engineering at a state school in the Midwest. I
was broke and living week-to-week on whatever scratch came in from my job
as a dishwasher at a Chinese restaurant. I dormed with a Texan named Cliff
my freshman and sophomore years. Great guy. Funny as hell.
Caryn met Cliff at a mixer during the first week of college and was
immediately smitten by his easy charm and confident southern swagger.
Caryn was trying to escape life on an Arkansas hog farm. She wasn't much
of a student, but she was a helluva looker. At eighteen, her body was
absolutely mouthwatering. Big 38C titties that bounced up and down when
she walked and perpetually hard nips that were always poking through her
blouse and staring right back at the boys. Oh, and that Kardasian ass
exploding from her wasp waist. (A bit of an anacronysim, I know. Kim
wasn't even born in 1988.) I'm kind of a sucker for tiny girls with elegant
little hands, the kind that make your cock look twice as big. Caryn had
those. She also had a matching set of perfect size five feet that looked
so small I kidded her that she could buy her shoes in the Barbie aisle of
Toys-R-Us.
She was five foot one in bare feet and two hundred and twelve degrees in
a pair of high heels.
I guess it's tradition to describe a woman foremost by her hair color
and shape. Caryn had hair. Caryn had hideous hair. It was a bad mix of
mouseshit brunette and brass red. Because she was poor, her mother had
been the one to cut Caryn's hair and then try and disguise her crime
against humanity with a spiral curly home perm. The color.The cut.
Absolute disaster.
Caryn had high cheekbones and full lips, neither of which ever saw a
spot of makeup until later in life. Her complexion was clear, but milky
and blue and freckled with the unsexy kind of freckles. She may have come
from farm stock, but she didn't have the farmer's tan.
It's a testament to my poor writing skills to use a "celebrity" to fine
tune you into Caryn's appearance, but there is a tiny blonde porn knockout
currently working (2011) named Lexi Belle. Before Lexi was a blond studio
product (who refuses to swallow or take it up the ass, grumble grumble),
she was a homely brunette and she did some raunchy amateur work under the
name "Nawli." I think Lexi grew up near New Orleans. Anyway, being as you
are going to be locked into Caryn's sex life on and off for the next 70
thousand words, if you care, Caryn looked EXACTLY like early Lexi Belle.
Same height. Same small feet. Same eyes. Same blothchy pale skin. Same
mouth. Same slightly too big teeth. Identical ear shapes. Hair same bad
color. Caryn had a smaller nose and bushier eyebrows. Much bigger tits
and a rounder ass, too. And of course, Caryn had frizzy, messy hair.
I'm not even sure if this will work or if the newsgroups strip out
links, but below I'm adding a link. You'll need to remove the dashes from
the first part to get it to work. Just in case you're interested. Early
Lexi and Caryn could have been fraternal twins where Caryn got all the
boobs.
<a href="http://www.xvideos.com/video253744/lexi_belle_-_early_bukka
ke">h-ttp://www.xvideos.com/video253744/lexi_belle_-_early_bukkak
e</a>
The end result was that the boys in our dorm had plenty to say about
Caryn's delicious frame, but nobody wanted to deal with the unevenness of
the girl above her neck. This includes the part between her ears. She was
a sweet enough girl, but a meek lack of confidence hung about her like a
fog. Her self conscious skittishness left her with a certain paralysis in
conversation. She was the definition of awkward. She certainly didn't
project intelligence.
Caryn set her sights on Cliff, headed for law school and a bright
future. If she had her way, Caryn probably would have been a happy wife.
At least for a little while. Cliff dropped dead of a heart defect a little
after his 30th birthday.
Caryn and I had crossed paths dozens of times at campus functions. She
would walk by our dorm room and if the door was open she'd walk in looking
to sit around next to Cliff and not talk. In retrospect it was creepy and
weird. At the time Cliff and I didn't think much of it beyond the normal
ration of guy teasing. "Just fuck her," I'd tell him, "Give'r the big leg
and send her on her way."
"Dude," Cliff said, "If I fuck her, I'll never get to take a dump again
without that needy bitch sitting on my lap."
Cliff was a wise man, as I'd soon find out.
Sophomore year. October Night. Bonfire. Cliff was trying to make time
with an Amazon redhead who worked part time at the library. Caryn was
following Cliff around the fire like an uninvited puppy. Cliff made eye
contact with me across the dark expanse, widened his fire-illuminated eyes,
and twitched his head impatiently toward Caryn twice. The signal was
clear. "Get this girl off me." Roger that, Charlie Lima Foxtrot. Air
support with ECMs on your mark. Wingman in position.
"Hey Caryn." Three beers into the autumn eve and no bonfire date of my
own, I had nothing but a surplus of game.
"Skip."
I slid my hand under her elbow and smoothly pulled her away from the
bonfire and toward the barrel of hard cider one of the frat houses had
brewed up for the occasion. "C'mon. There's finally a break over at the
moonshine speakeasy. We gotta try this stuff."
She looked over her shoulder at Cliff talking to Red Sonja as I stepped
her away. She resisted for a moment and then relented, stepping in time
with me.
After we cupped out a pair of plastic Solos filled with a pungent piss
of alcohol and apple juice I stared up at the brilliantly crisp fall sky.
"Orion," I pointed upwards.
Caryn sighed. "He really likes her, doesn't he?" Her eyes remained
locked on Cliff making time with the redhead
"Who, Cliff? Ehn. I wouldn't worry about it," I said. "As fickle as
Cliff is, he's on to greener pastures tomorrow."
"No, he really likes her. I've seen him talking to her at the library.
I can tell by the way he leans toward her when he talks that it's serious.
It wasn't that way with Barb or Shelly. But there's something about this
girl that makes his eyes sparkle."
We stood in the awkward boiler room glow of the outer circle of the
bonfire. Squiggling tongues of orange and ash licked a pattern over her
cheap flannel farmers jacket. Caryn stabbed at the silence with her own
answer. "Fuck," she spat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
After a moment the water works started and she began to sniffle and
hitch. "Oh God, I'm such a pathetic idiot." Caryn covered her gaping mouth
with her tiny hand.
"Oh boy," I whispered. For whatever illogical reason, I felt
responsible for the situation. It was awkward and getting more awkward by
the moment. "Hey..." I stammered, concerned.
"I'm sorry," she began to sob. "I'm so embarrassed. People are looking
at me."
"Walk with me," I said. I took her hand and walked away from the
bonfire. I walked her toward the path in the town park that leads through
a thicket of trees and to the local side of the cliffs framing the
Mississippi River. We didn't have a flashlight, but the moon was bright
enough to keep us on the path. Barges pumped upstream and another glided
downstream, the searchlights in the high wheelhouses of the tugs spinning
to map the boundaries of the river and find the navigational buoys. The
upstream tug spun a bean that stopped on Caryn and me like Michigan J.
Frog in the spotlight. Perv was probably looking for naked co-eds.
Brilliant. Instead the poor bastard threw a spotlight on the third act of
Steel Magnolias, Caryn's face contorted and twisting in suffering as she
bawled in earnest.
For no good reason I threw my drink into the river and tried to wrap my
arms around her tiny frame to comfort her. She relented and leaned into
me, blubbering snot and tears into the open V of my unzipped Members Only
jacket. My right hand tried to ease comfort from her back while my left
hand tangled in that awful frizzy witch hair of hers. After a time she
began hugging back and her sobs subsided. I sat on the cold whitestone
that framed the top of the cliff, my legs dangling over the edge. Caryn
tried to sit next to me but complained the ground was freezing.
I scooted back so only my ankles and feet were over the cliff's edge.
"Sit on my lap then." Caryn did. I could barely feel her weight. I had
always known she was poor, more poor than I, if that was possible. For the
first time I found myself wondering if she was eating at all. A bucket of
popcorn weighed less.
When you are in college, it doesn't take much to go from Stranger to
Lover. I held her until she stopped crying. I kissed little pecks on her
forehead. We made small talk. I walked her back to her dorm room. Her
roommate had gone home for the weekend. Caryn invited me in. After that,
there was no pretext at all. I wanted to see those enormous tits
unwrapped. I eased her back on the bed and pushed my tongue in her mouth.
She offered no resistance as I unbuttoned and peeled her shirt off.
Caryn's bra was old lace, worn thin. I was shocked by the luminescence of
the pink of Caryn's nipples glowing through the fabric. The saliva in my
mouth began to gush. I jerked that bra off her big melons with such
impatience I heard it give a wet rip. Her aureolas were small and her
nipples were long and tantalizing. And oh my God. They were so pink they
were electric. My mouth closed hard on her right tit and my teeth latched
tight and cruel.
Caryn yelped and bucked. Her hands came to my face and I grabbed her
wrists and yanked them down and pinned them against the mattress. Then I
bit the left tit with authority, chewing and pulling the textured nip with
hungry fervor. When her hands stopped resisting I was able to start
peeling her jeans off and down to her knees. There were no panties left
behind and none clinging to the inside of her jeans. The waft of Caryn's
pussy was a fragrant candle of soap and sex. Heady and primal. My hand
slipped down her flat stomach, through an unkempt tangle of jungle pubes,
and dipped my fingertips into the puddle of sopping soft folds. Her pussy
was the wettest cleft I'd fingered in my short career as a Lothario.
Caryn's eyes fluttered upward. I fished for her labia, but all my
fingertips could find was a clit the size of a 25 gumball. As my fingers
traced a map around the long circumference, Caryn thrashed like a landed
trout. Her throat noises were guttural. I bit hard again on a tit and she
arched and flooded my hand with a squirting orgasm.
"That was quick," I said. I smirked and leaned into her panting mouth.
I kissed her in a manner that was half biting nips on her slack bottom lip,
and half kiss pecks.
"That was awesome," she panted. She kicked the tangled knot of her
jeans off her feet and onto the carpet.
"I didn't think squirters really existed outside the Penthouse letters
column," I said.
Caryn blushed. "I'm sorry," she said. "Does that gross you out? I
only do that when I come really hard."
"No problem," I said. "Kinda cool, actually." I licked my dripping
fingers. the juice was flavored with a tiny tang of cunt, but it was
mostly tasteless.
Caryn fumbled at my belt. I had no patience. I had my 501s peeled and
shucked in seconds. I flopped back on the bed and pushed Caryn's reluctant
head down toward my twitching cock. Then I noticed she wasn't just
resisting. She was pushing back up against my hand.
"Suck," I said. I wasn't barking, just direct.
"I'm... I'm not very good at that," She pushed up and tried to
stand/kneel on the bed beside me.
"Suck," I said again. I grabbed at the back of her hair and pushed her
face at my cock once more. This time I pushed down until the wet of her
mouth warmed the top half of my cock. Caryn was right. She wasn't very
good at sucking cock. Her teeth scraped the sides of my cock and I winced.
"Sorry," she said, "it's big."
My cock wasn't big. It was a little above average. More than seven
inches. Maybe eight. Maybe nine, I dunno. I didn't need cheap flattery,
I needed my cock sucked, so I pushed her head down until the tip of my cock
pressed into her throat. She gagged and pulled away harder than I could
push to keep her down.
"Sorry," she said again, coughing. "You have a beautiful cock. What
you said about squirters? That you didn't believe they exist? I've seen
pictures of purple cockheads, but I've never actually seen one in person
before."
"It's not really purple," I said. "It's red."
"No, it's purple alright. Eggplant."
I examined my cock. She was right. If my cock stays really hard for a
long time, the natural red blush of my cock tip can take on a purplish hue.
Usually that comes as a result of a good half hour of steady rockhard.
That night the purple was running ahead of schedule. There was something
about Caryn's meekness and her inexperience and all her squeaky little
"Sorrys" that was flipping a deeply animal switch in my brain. I had never
been as rough with another first date as I was with Caryn.
"C'mon," I goaded. "Show me something. Suck me."
Caryn looked into my eyes and then back at my cock. "Can you sit on the
edge of the bed so I can kneel in the floor?" she whispered.
I did and Caryn did. She knelt in the dirty shag carpet remnant at my
feet and tentatively wrapped her tiny hand around the very base of my cock.
She batted her eyelashes at me one more time and leaned forward. This time
when her lips wrapped around my cock it was an entirely different suck.
Practiced. Smooth. Silky. And soft. Frustratingly soft. Her head
bobbed at such a measured and slow pace, it was delightful, but it was pure
tease. I knew I wasn't going to bust a nut with that suck. I let her head
bob for a full half hour. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, but
Caryn's suck was just barely tepid enough not to trigger the first twitch
of orgasm.
I'd had enough. I stood up, reached down and grabbed Caryn under her
armpits. I swear my intent was only to lift her to her feet so I could
push her back on the bed and mount her pussy. Instead I miscalculated how
damn light she was. Maybe 80 pounds, and half of that had to be ass and
titty. I ended up yanking her off the floor and then some. She flew up
against my stomach and wrapped her legs across my back when we collided.
I just went with it. While I stood next to the bed, I reached around
the steep curve of her ass and fingered the tip of my throbbing prick,
pushing it toward Caryn's dripping fuckhole. She was gushing wet again. I
lined up and pulled her downward, reveling in the grip of her tight
sloppywet cunt squeezing lower and lower on my shaft. I pulled Caryn down
until her meager weight was entirely supported by the bridge of her big
clit against my pubic bone.
"OH mother of FUCK!" Caryn shouted. Her eyes went thin. The backs of
her heels began desperately fluttering to find the backs of my knees.
"Jesusfuckingchrist, you're going to rip me in half!" she yelped. For the
first time it dawned on me that the pure ecstasy of having my cock buried
to the hilt in tight, soppy gash wasn't translating to Caryn. Her entire
mass was held up by my purple cockhead drilling up into the top of her
cervix. She wasn't trying to fuck me. She was trying to climb me to get
the stretching pressure-pain off her womb. Again, I know no one would (or
should) believe that I had never had a sexually sadistic thought go through
my mind before that night. I was always a perfectly boring gentleman in
the sack. But again, there was something about Caryn that sparked my
dominant streak. I widened my legs and stepped out when she tried to lock
her legs behind me. I used my strength to overpower her and push her down
even harder on my cock when she tried to pull up on my shoulders. Her eyes
squinted shut in pain and tears started rolling out the corners. I kept my
eyes open and mapped every deliciously cruel second of her agony. It was
all new.
But eventually my urge to stroke my cock in and out of her pussy won
out. I reached behind her and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and began
lifting her up as I backed my cock out of her, and then dropping her as I
thrust forward. Caryn's head swiveled. Her top teeth went so far into her
bottom lip that I expected blood to flow as she grimaced in pleasure and
pain. Her head swiveled erratically around the anchor of her neck like a
helium balloon on a windy day. She made little yippy squeaks as my hard
prick drilled her pussy over and over.
Then she came. I had never experienced anything like it. Caryn's
entire being began to thrash a tight little sine wave of hard, convulsive
tremors. It was like holding an earthquake against my chest. Her pussy
flooded once more. Soaking my balls and my thighs, raining down on the
iffy dorm room carpet. She went limp as a Pad Thai noodle and I thought
she may have passed out. I dropped her down on my cock again for some more
particularly sadistic upthrusts and she didn't flinch.
"I think I killed you," I mumbled in her ear.
"That might explain why I'm in heaven," she muttered into my shoulder,
her eyes not opening.
I leaned down and plunked Caryn's limp frame across the narrow bed
frame. If she thought I was letting her rest, she was wrong. I grabbed her
curvy hips, lifted her, and flipped her over on her stomach. Then I pulled
her up into a doggy pose and backwards until her knees were barely on the
mattress and her tiny feet hung in the air on each side of my legs. I
wanted to doggy fuck her while standing so I could pound her pussy nice and
hard.
Dammit. She had a nasty bunny tail of hair covering her asshole that
was disgusting. I shouldn't have been surprised, given the huge bush she
was sporting. "Gah," I thought. "This girl really needs work!" The
revelation was obvious. It was simple. It was undeniable. There was a
really hot bitch on all fours in front of me. She just needed the Henry
Higgins treatment. She needed makeup. She needed a small battalion of
Brazilian spa girls sporting wooden sticks dripping with hot wax. She
needed some clothes that fit her form, some skirts, something a girl
wouldn't slop hogs in. She needed a good haircut and probably a
professional dye job. Maybe blonde. Maybe brunette. Hell, she had the
light skin to make a knockout redhead.
Caryn needed work.
I, on the other hand, needed to come. I reached out to grab a wad of
the back of Caryn's straw coif and pulled her back into my twitching cock.
I took turns pulling her hair and yanking her hips until I finally felt the
point-of-no-return broiling up from my scrotum. I banged Caryn's pussy
even harder and she began yipping in pain again. It felt as if my entire
ass melted into lava and then rushed through the length of my cock as I
began to pump cum.
I've had some impressive displays of cocksmanship in my life, but that
first evening with Caryn set the high water mark. Seven. Eight. Nine
orgasmic clenches. I pulled out of Caryn's pussy and a surprising tenth
and eleventh shot of thick come fired into the back of her head. Wet white
ropes made suspension bridges between the messy curls of her hair. I
didn't think it was physically possible to have that much cum in me. I was
fucking Spiderman, shooting sticky webs five and six feet in front of me.
I never asked if she was on birth control. Of course she wasn't. Even
subsidized Planned Parenthood birth control pills cost a couple bucks every
month. Caryn didn't have it.
Did she get pregnant? Amazing to me now, but no. Not that evening, not
the next morning when I fucked her again. Not for hundreds of times after
that, either. Absolutely fucking amazing. There was a point before we got
married when Caryn asked if I'd ever had my sperm checked for mobility.
Neither one of us could believe I put that many loads in her without a
single "Bingo." It was odd. Very odd, I admit.
But again, I'm getting ahead of myself.
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Domming Daughter Dani Part 3 of 51 CARYN PART TWO
copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it, change it,
try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I don't care. Just
acknowledge my original authorship and if you change anything, be upfront
about the fact that you changed it. If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss
your ass.
Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo,
spanking, mmf and mff.
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Caryn stopped following Cliff around. She started following me
everywhere. Once Cliff found out I had fucked Caryn, he was merciless in
his teasing. It bugged me for a little while and I tried to pretend like
Caryn and I weren't really an item. But then I fucked her again. And
again. She was there. I was a teenager. I wasn't going to turn down
having a female pet. And that's what she was. We didn't go on dates. We
didn't go out to dinner. When my cock was twitchy (which was nearly
always) I did whatever I had a mind to do and she never balked at a single
direction I gave her. She complied. She gave lousy head. I posed her in
whatever position I fancied. I balled her hard until I could see the pain
on her face. Then I came inside her for two or three hard pumps before I
pulled out and marked her face, tits, or back with even more strings of my
hot seed. Everything was simple.
Then came the Christmas break of sophomore year, the first time Caryn
and I were apart after we started fucking. Caryn asked if she could go
home with me and stay with my parents. Not a crazy request, but remember,
I said I was done with my parents by that time. I was going home for
semester break alright, but I was going to stay with my quote-endquote real
girlfriend (or rather the couch of her parents' house). My real girlfriend
was still a senior in high school, where we'd started dating when I was a
junior and she was a slutty freshman. Things were definitely cooling
between Peggy and I as absence had made the heart grow distant, but there
was still an offer on the table from her folks to crash there, get fed, and
dogsit while the family traveled a couple days. Of course there also would
be the inevitable crappy sweater under the tree with my name on it. The
dorms were shut down and locked over break, so I had to go somewhere.
Might as well go live it up and get reacquainted with Peggy's hot little
cocksucking mouth. After a few months with Caryn's medicocre-at-best suck
skills, I craved Peggy's hard, cock hungry slurping and the way she made
defiant eye contact with me as she worked my cock deep from tip to balls.
"Naw, I'm not really going home," I told Caryn. "Staying with uh...
staying with a friend."
"Any chance I could crash there too?" Caryn asked. Her eyes were big. I
should have been able to read between the lines, but I wasn't very
empathetic. I remember thinking of how insanely jealous Peggy was, and how
funny was the idea of bringing a girlfriend with me to Peggy's house.
Peggy may have been the only girl I ever fucked who didn't have a single
iota of bi-curious adventure in her. She was the last girl on the planet
to welcome Caryn.
"Sorry, Doll," I said. "I'm already kinda pushing my luck by crashing
my friend's house. We're not as close as we used to be. Uh, so I'll catch
up with you after break okay?"
I was such a self-centered asshole. It never never never even crossed
my mind to ask what Caryn was doing over the break. I assumed she was
going home like everyone else. She was there when the carpool heading for
my town packed up a few hours after final exams. She kissed me. I was
still skittish about publically acknowledging any emotional connection with
Caryn and my return kiss was half-hearted.
I climbed into the back seat of an old Caprice. I looked out he window.
I still remember the expression on Caryn's face. It wasn't longing. It
wasn't sadness. It wasn't about our parting. It was a mixture of fear and
concern.
I did not give one fuck. I was going to be balls-deep in my high school
girlfriend a few hours later. That was the only thing on my mind.
--- A note from the author --
Dudes and dudettes, I know I'm pretty far afield of the pedo pud-puller
you were expecting. And we're getting pretty deep into the weeds with an
intercallary story about a college Christmas dalliance that happened
forever ago. I know. I know.
But I told you upfront, this isn't your typical jerk story. This is a
true account of what happened over many years. The pedo chapter of my life
was indirectly influenced by that which transpired on that Christmas break
visit to Peggy's house, way back when. Those fifteen days had more than a
little to do with why and how I ended up fucking my own daughter. If
you've hung with me this far, hang a little longer.
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begin>
Domming Daughter Dani Part 4 of 51 PEGGY PART ONE
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acknowledge my original authorship and if you change anything, be upfront
about the fact that you changed it. If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss
your ass.
Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo,
spanking, mmf and mff.
------------------------------
Peggy's parents were high-functioning drunks. Fun drunks, but drunks.
It was awesome. It was awesome because Mr. and Mrs. Wagner would do
their drinking in trendy bars far from the suburbs where they lived.
They'd drive into the city to go out drinking at the upscale watering holes
and swerve back into the driveway at three thirty in the morning. On
countless occasions, Peggy and I would still be in her bed when we heard
the family car squeal cattycorner into the garage. We'd run out of her
room while pulling on our clothes and sit on the couch moments after we Mom
and Dad Wags would stumble past the living room, flip a bleary-eyed wave to
us, and weave their way to bed.
About a third of the time they'd phone home to tell Peggy they were
getting a hotel room for the night instead of driving home wasted. These
nights were the best. No listening for the garage opener. Just all night
sucking and fucking without fear of interruption.
My first night back in town at Peggy's house, Mom and Dad Wags already
had their hotel reservations at the same downtown hotel where Dad Wags'
trucking company was having it's holiday bash. Peggy and I were
greenlighted for some carefree welcome home sex.
Unfortunately, Peggy had a jones to see the latest Eddie Murphy movie,
way back when Eddie Murphy movies didn't suck. I wanted her to pop the
pressure on my balls before we left, but she was being her usual headstrong
self. It was a power game. It had been a constant power struggle with us
for the past year. My win-loss ratio with Peggy's power plays was not
impressive.
Peggy had been adopted at birth by the Wagners, who had been told they
could not have children of their own. Four years later, Mrs. Wags wound
up pregnant with Suzie. Suzie, twelve years old during that Christmas
break, was the spitting image of Mrs. Wags. Both were willowy natural
blondes. Both had hair that ran shorter than I liked, but not butch short.
Both quite beautiful and elvish in their facial features. Mrs. Wags had
B-titties at best. Suzie had just started to bud off her flat girl chest.
Mrs. Wags was a stitch and Suzie was a little sweetheart who did a lousy
job keeping her girl crush on her sister's boyfriend to herself. In many
ways I felt more welcome in the Wagner's comfortable middle-class ranch
home than Peggy did.
Peggy was a curvy caramel brunette. It was the late 80s so she wore her
hair big and usually plastered with so much Aquanet that it was no fun to
touch. Her tits were a handful, and I remember how heavy they were. Not
so much big carpet schmackers. But dense. Her nipples were brown and flat
with just a tiny pimple of a chewable nib on the ends, competing with
several other smaller nipple formations swirling through her aureoles. If
a guy wasn't watching what he was doing, he could latch on to the wrong
nipple.
I thought Peggy was short at 5' 4". I must have been comparing her to
her tall mother. She seemed taller all of a sudden, but it was likely the
comparison to tiny Caryn.
Peggy had surprised me last year by shaving her pussy smooth. We had
watched a Ginger Lynn porno on VHS and I commented on how all the girls in
porn had shaved. So Peg shaved her pussy smooth as a birthday present to
me. I loved it, so she kept it.
I can't remember if the movie Peggy insisted on seeing that night was
Beverly Hills Cop II or The Golden Child. I just remember the movie sucked
and my cock kept yo-yoing down my pant leg and back up into my boxers as I
impatiently waited for the damn credits to roll. After the movie she tried
to talk me into going to her girlfriends house to hang out for a while, but
I put my foot down. We were going back to her house and she was going to
hang out with my cock. Period.
The corner of Peggy's mouth twitched and I knew she had been pushing my
buttons. Again.
Once through the threshold of her door I pulled her toward her room.
Suzie and her sleepover friend Maxy were draped over the living room
couches and waved at me as we breezed by.
"I have to pee first," Peggy said. "Go on in my room and wait for me."
Of all my frustrations with Peggy, my number one gripe was that she had
a bladder the size of a walnut. She was always peeing. She'd peed before
we left for the movie. She'd peed when we arrived at the theater. She'd
been up twice during the movie. She was peeing for her fifth time in three
hours. Because she was always peeing, her pussy constantly tasted like
piss. I'd stopped trying to lick her years before.
Before I went in to Peggy's pink room, I lingered in the hallway for a
moment, looking at the gallery of framed family photographs lining the
walls. I loved looking at those pictures. The Wagners were so fucking
happy. Even the posed portraits were fun. For a guy with a dysfunctional
upbringing, it soothed my heart to see the evidence of a real family. Mom
and Dad were drunks. The kids were left home alone too much. One of the
kids was adopted. But still, there was no denying they were a real family.
They loved each other unconditionally. I wanted that family.
"You see his thing all hard in his pants?" It was Maxy whispering too
loud.
"Shhhh. You tramp!" Suzie giggled.
"Oh, like you haven't talked about Skip's wiener a dozen times!"
"Shhhh! Dammit Maxy, be quiet."
"Tell me again how big it is."
"It's a telephone pole," Suzie giggled. "As big as my forearm."
Suzie had walked into Peggy's room once while she was jacking my cock.
Suzie was exaggerating, but apparently those few seconds before Peggy
shouted her back out the door had left an impression on little Suzie. I
hadn't thought anything of it. Suzie was too little for me to think of her
as anything other than my girlfriend's baby sister.
"I don't know how it all fits in Peg's vagina," Suzie whispered. "It
would have to stick up into her stomach."
"Maybe he just puts the head in."
"Maybe."
"You think they're going to do it?" Maxy asked.
"Of course they're going to do it!" Suzie said. "They always do it.
Peggy says she gets tired of how much Skip always wants to do it. But she
says that's how girls keep their boyfriends."
"If she's tired of Skip, I'll do it with him," Maxy said. "He can be my
boyfriend, I'd even let you watch us do it." Maxy started laughing.
"Big talk," Suzie countered. "Big talk, Cherry McCherison."
"So you do it," Maxy teased back. "You know you want it as much as I
do. Now that you're no longer a virgin, you crawl in with Skip tonight
after Peggy goes to bed. You know you like Skip as much as I do."
"More."
"Nuh-uh."
"More. Totally. I saw him first, Slut."
"Slut ho."
"They'll sleep together all night. My parents aren't coming home.
Besides, Peggy would beat the shit out of me if she caught me with her
boyfriend. She'd totally fucking kill you, Max."
Maxy sighed.
The hall bathroom door popped open and Peggy stepped out. "What are you
doing out here?" Peggy said it loud enough that I know the girls in the
living room heard her. There must have been a "Did Skip hear us talking
shit?" moment between them.
Again, I know this is a pedo story but God strike me dead, I did not
have a "Whooo boy!" moment. Maxy had really big juicy new tits for a
just-turned-thirteen year old and she was tiny the way I liked my girls.
She had long, wavy espresso brunette hair the way I really really like on a
woman. But I'd seen her playing with dolls just a couple years back. I
merely thought her interest and her grown up sex talk was cute. Suzie
still looked more like a girl than a woman, even if she was almost as tall
as Peggy now. I loved the kid, but I didn't want to bone her. My mind was
still trying to process what she said about losing her virginity. I
couldn't believe that skinny little girl had already fucked a boy.
I looked down to see Peggy's round water balloon jugs bouncing naked in
front of me. Her pants were unzipped, peeled open at the snap, and ready
for removal. I planted a hot, wet kiss on her. I pushed the tip of my
tongue against the roof of her mouth. My cock was so pumped with
anticipation I could have broken a concrete block in half with it. I
pulled Peggy into her room by the elbow and pushed the door shut behind us.
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<5th attachment, "Domming Daughter Dani 5 of 51 - Peggy Part Two -
Genesis of a Dom.doc" begin>
Domming Daughter Dani Part 5 of 51 PEGGY PART TWO
By Dutchboy
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about the fact that you changed it. If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss
your ass.
Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo,
spanking, mmf and mff.
------------------------------
Peggy sex was an exercise in Love-Hate.
She could suck my cock like a big eyed porn princess, no gag reflex at
all. She could deep throat until the head of my cock jammed deep behind
her tonsils. She could suck hard, fast, and for a long time.
The bitch, however, would not swallow a drop of cum. I could paint her
face. I could starch her already starched hair. I could pump my sticky
load all over her tits. I could finish off by emptying my nuts in her
pill-protected pussy. But she had never swallowed a drop of my spunk. We
were young. It was the 80s. It wasn't unusual for a high school girl not
to swallow, but it was annoying.
I begged Peggy to suck from her knees. I didn't understand at the time
why it was important to me to see her on her knees. She insisted on
sucking either while sitting Indian style or laying down prone on the bed.
Annoying.
And the world would fucking end if I went from her pussy to her mouth
without washing my cock first. That was very sexy, lemmetellya. I always
started in her mouth. Half the time I transitioned to fuck her. Half the
time I just kept her sucking until I painted her.
I never mounted Peggy a single time that she didn't act as if her pussy
was going to break from the effort. Sure she was young and tight, but
c'mon. After the five hundredth fucking, that pussy was not going to tear
like rice paper. Peggy had a ridiculously low pain threshhold. She had
big flapping labia lips she insisted on parting into a perfect pussy
butterfly with two fingers of one hand while she worked my cock into her
fuckbox slooooooowly with the other hand. The more impatient I was to
fuck, the longer she'd take to let my cock slide past he tipping point
where I could stroke all the way in. Then she'd lean back, make a sexy
little "O" out of her mouth, and grunt while sawed in and out of her cunt.
She wanted me to stay chest-to-chest with her while I humped, which made it
tough to get a good pounding fuck on.
Peggy sat in the floor flat on her ass while I sat on the edge of her
waterbed. Peggy paused to pick some lint off from under the crown of my
cock head, which was already bright red in anticipation. My brick hard
cock waggled and jerked. The anticipation of Peggy's suck was maddening.
Peggy dragged out the moment by running her fingertips all over my cock as
if she was looking for more fuzz bits. Peggy wrapped her fingers around
the middle of my cock and squeezed. It was the way she telegraphed her
readiness. She looked up at me and smiled wanly. Her lips make a kissing
pucker and her face leaned forward until that hot soft kiss landed tight
against my dripping sperm hole. I saw her jaw working up a mouthful of
saliva. Then her suck dropped fast and deep on my swollen prick. A shock
to the system. From frustrating pricktease to hungry suckwhore in less
than a second. My whole body convulsed in the transition. The hot
pleasure of her tight slurp made my stomach drop and my head swoon. Peggy
didn't moan while she sucked. Peg was all business.
For no good reason, I had flashbacks to Caryn sucking my cock, but Caryn
sucked from her knees, her tiny little feet folded under her curvy ass.
Caryn moaned while she bobbed her too-soft, timid suck. I knew that was
what I wanted from Peggy. Well, not the "too-soft" part, but everything
else.
"Get on your knees," I said to Peggy.
She looked me in the eye while her mouth worked a delicious figure eight
pattern over my engorged cock head. She shook her head to say "No,"
without relinquishing her suck. Then she went back to long, deep sword
swallows.
"I mean it," I insisted. "Just get on your knees."
This time Peggy pulled her suck off my cock and stroked softly. "I told
you before," she said flatly, "I'm more comfortable like this."
My blood pressure started rising in my frustration. I hadn't been told
"No" by Caryn in months. I was used to getting whatever I wanted. I had
been home to Peggy for less than six hours and I was getting pissed off
already.
"C'mon," I said. "C'mon. Knees. C'mon, Peg. Celebrate me home."
(Yes, I cringe at the douchbaggery of it now, but that's what I actually
said.)
"No," she said flatly again.
"Knees." I said, the anger coming out in my voice.
Peggy stopped. She dropped my cock. I could see her temper seeping in
at the edges of her expression. "Look," she said. "Do you want a blow job
or not?"
"Do I want a blow job?" I asked. The animal frustration of my throbbing
cock mixing with the anger of a dusty couple's spat surfaced for the
umpteenth time and set me off. I kept thinking "Caryn wouldn't pull this
shit on me. Caryn would do as she's told."
"Do I want a blow job?" I repeated with incredulity. "Yeah I want a
blow job. I want a blow job from a girlfriend who doesn't act like a
fucking prissy bitch, that's what I want. I want you to act like you know
you're mine, that's what I want. I want you to suck my cock from your
goddamn knees, Peggy. That's what I want."
Peggy rolled her eyes. "Fuck this," she said. She shifted off her ass
and stood up. "Jerk your own cock. I don't fucking care. Fuck this
bullshit. I'm getting dressed and I'm going to Dixie's house. You can
stay here. You can leave. You can go to Mars, I don't fucking care."
I was furious. I'd been mad at Peggy before, but never as boiling hot
as I was at that moment.
"Peg, knock it off," I said. "Get back here."
She bent over to pick her panties off the floor. "Fuck off," she
muttered.
**snap**
Too much testosterone. Too much bullshit. My balls were too blue.
Frankly, I had too little to lose.
As Peggy leaned up with her panties in her hand I stood up off the edge
of the bed and my fingers jammed hard and deep into the Frito of crunchy
hair on the top of her head. Her eyes bugged with shock as I pulled her
face upwards to mine.
"Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees." I spat through my teeth. "Now."
"OW! Skip you're hurting me!"
"Now!" I jerked her head backwards and she naturally folded down onto
her knees.
"Fuck. Skip! Fuck! OW! Stop --"
While keeping a tight grip on her hair I jammed my cock forward and
silenced her. I stuffed rock hard cock all the way into her mouth and as
far down her sassy bitch throat as I could until it wouldn't go any
farther. I told you Peggy could take a cock in her throat deeper than any
other cocksucker I'd ever had to that point, but I was two-plus inches
deeper into her jaw than I'd ever been before. I didn't let up. I just
kept pulling and twisting her hair tighter and thrusting my prick harder.
After a long count, maybe ten seconds, Saliva began boiling out of the
corners of Peggy's mouth. Her eyes flashed wide with panic. Her face
flushed a deep red and her fingernails began to claw at my thighs. I
released her just enough to catch a breath. As soon as she had an air gap
she started to scream. My cock went back in her gullet with vengeful
determination. There was still a good inch of cock left before my balls
smashed into her lips and by God, that last inch was going in that bitch's
stretched mouth, somehow.
Another ten seconds and I could see Peggy was in real trouble; The panic
in her expression; The force with which she was trying to push off my
thighs to escape my strength. She looked terrified.
I kept my grip on her hair and pulled my hips back until my cock popped
out of her mouth, coated with a long looping sheen of goopy white saliva
still attached to the lining of Peggy's mouth. She gasped for air and
spittle sprayed everywhere. My cock twitched hard and high, flinging
saliva strings over her tits neck and face.
"You gonna get with the program, now, Honey?" I growled at her. I
didn't even recognize my own voice.
"Pwah," she gushed an unexpected second wave of saliva over her bottom
lip. It cascaded down her chin and onto the slope of her tits. She looked
up at me with murderous eyes. Her eyeliner mixed with tears and began to
streak down her round cheeks.
"Skip you fucking asshol--"
Crack.
I heard the sound before I even realized I did it. I had slapped her.
Not terribly hard, but it sounded impressive. I had never hit a girl
before that moment. Peggy screamed meekly a beat later. She looked at me
again, this time with total bewilderment.
I couldn't believe I had actually done it. But there was my hand,
hanging in the air on the other side of her face where I'd frozen in shock
at my own barbarianism. My overriding instinct: Beg for forgiveness. Drop
to my knees and apologize profusely. Do whatever it took to get back on
the "right" side of the metaphorical line I had just crossed.
Craziest damn thing, though. This inner voice sounded off inside my
head. "Don't back down. Double down."
And then my frozen hand moved backwards across Peg's cheek. The
backhand blow was purely symbolic. There was only the minimum impact to
Peg's face. One time, years before, I'd accidentally cracked her jaw much
harder while we were play-wrestling and after the initial "ouch"
registered, we went right back to playing grabass. But even if it was more
symbolic than sadistic, the backhand slap was highly-effective symbolism.
To this day I'm sure it was the backhand that got me through the tricky
moment.
Peg looked at me with stunned, bewildered silence.
"Wrap your lips around my prick," I said through my teeth, "and if you
so much as blink at me wrong, I'm going to beat your ass unconscious and
you are going to wake up ass-raped. Are we clear? Are we clear?"
"Clear," Peg whispered, frightened.
"You're going to suck my cock, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Yes, Sir!"
Peg blinked. "Yessir."
"And because you pissed me off you are going to swallow every drop of my
cum, aren't you?"
Peg's eyes got even wider. She opened her mouth to argue, but couldn't
shake the words loose.
"Aren't you?" I repeated.
"Yessir."
"Suck!"
And she did. Peg stayed on her knees and she sucked cock like her life
might just depend on it. She sucked with machine-like intensity. I had
the stamina to hold off an hour if I was getting a great blow job. Hell,
I'd sat in a chair and made Peg suck for two hours before, suck until her
lips were swollen and blisters formed on her gums. That night the momentum
of the intensity of the rough sex was way too powerful to resist. I didn't
last five minutes until my prostate skipped and all that power and
delicious control broiled up and out of my tight balls and gushed into
Peg's throat.
She tried to keep up with the waves of spurting come. She really did.
But I didn't stop squirting and she eventually missed a swallow that set
her choking. She coughed her way off my still-twitching cock and my last
shot went directly into her open right eye.
"Uhg," she said when her airway cleared. "That tasted nasty. I need a
glass of water." Peg pushed up and stood up. She started to walk out the
door of her room. I wasn't ready to let her go.
"No," I said. "I worked hard to get my essence inside you. You're
going to lay with me for a while and let it work through your bloodstream
first."
Peg looked at me suspiciously. I'm sure I was doing the same. For all
I knew she was going to run naked out her front door screaming "Rape!" to
the neighbors.
I sat on the edge of the waterbed and pulled Peg up and onto my lap. I
lay back with her into the big unbaffled waves of the old-fashioned
waterbed. We bobbed for a moment and then we both swam across the
gelatinous rhythms toward the headboard and pillows. Once we arrived in
our positions, Peg pulled a comforter over her legs and I spooned behind
her. Neither of us spoke. The silence was viscous. Peg sniffled and
began to hitch with cries. I felt terrible. I wanted to apologize. I bit
my tongue instead.
'Y-you've never been like that to me before," she sobbed.
Don't back down. Double down.
"Yeah," I said. My arms tightened around her and my fingers started a
gentle massage of her outer boobs. "That was a bit intense wasn't it?"
"That was mean. You were mean."
"Maybe," I said. My mental wheels spun for the words that would get me
safely to the other side of the awkward moment. "I was wired pretty
tight."
"I d-don't understand."
"I haven't jacked off since the last time I saw you. What? Three month
ago? On the Patio furniture after Jimmy left? Remember?"
Her sobbing stopped. She sniffed snot. "Seriously?"
"God's honest," I lied.
"You haven't come a single time since then?"
"Nope. Saving it for you."
Peggy spun in the bed to face me. Her eyes looked me over in the
moonlight coming though the window. "Oh my God. You are totally serious.
Awww. That's sweet.." She measured my expression again with her stare.
"No wonder you were such a fucking hard-on all night. No wonder you came
so hard. I was wondering if you had a couple of midgets hidden in those
big balls of yours." She giggled.
Bingo! At that moment I knew I had escaped the consequences of my rough
sex wrath. I had a mind blowing power sex session. I came harder than the
Johnstown flood. I got some long needed payback on three years worth of
Peggy power struggle issues. And I had gotten away with it.
So I doubled down again.
"You picked a really shitty night to press my buttons," I said.
Peggy sighed. "Yeah, I guess I did." [Insert sound effect of slot
machine paying out here] "I'm sorry. Nobody likes a pricktease." [Clang
clang clang!]
"And I'm sorry things got a little out of hand," I said. I kissed her.
She kissed back. I pushed her mouth open with my tongue and wrestled her
little pink cocklicker. My hands went back on her tits.
"Can you hang on just a minute? Peggy asked. "I have to pee."
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<6th attachment, "Domming Daughter Dani 6 of 51 - Peggy Part Three -
Aftermath.doc" begin>
Domming Daughter Dani Part 6 of 51 PEGGY PART THREE
By Dutchboy
copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it, change it,
try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I don't care. Just
acknowledge my original authorship and if you change anything, be upfront
about the fact that you changed it. If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss
your ass.
Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo,
spanking, mmf and mff.
------------------------------
Before I retreated to the couch I was supposed to sleep on, I managed to
hump two more loads of come into Peggy's butterfly pussy. Peggy's inner
pussy canal was as bumpy as her nipples. Her pussy would fluctuate
wet-to-dry to wet again during a long fucking session. When her pussy was
slippery, the bumpy terrain of her cunt was fricative and fun. When she
was dry the experience was not unlike masturbating with rolled up sheet of
sandpaper.
I had been exceptionally tender in my love making. I paced myself and
-- as she renewed her pussy juice -- I gave Peg the short, clit-grinding
fuckstroke she needed to come. She did. I did.
The sun came up and I hobbled my way to the couch. My cock head was
rubbed raw and smarted against the buffing movement of my boxers. The
balls that had been brimming and blue 24 hours earlier were sore from
contracting and pumping come and slapping against Peggy's ass all night.
I wondered how long the pleasurable pall of my winning at powersex would
hang over our relationship. I may have slept better in the hours that
followed than I ever have in my entire life. Oh, the deep satisfaction.
The scratch of the id itch that had plagued me throughout my teen years.
Oh how delightful to get exactly what I wanted exactly the way I wanted it.
Yum.
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<7th attachment, "Domming Daughter Dani 7 of 51 - Peggy Part Four -
Unraveling.doc" begin>
Domming Daughter Dani Part 7 of 51 PEGGY PART FOUR
By Dutchboy
copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it, change it,
try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I don't care. Just
acknowledge my original authorship and if you change anything, be upfront
about the fact that you changed it. If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss
your ass.
Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo,
spanking, mmf and mff.
------------------------------
Day Two with the Wagners went smoothly. Mr. and Mrs. Wags were home
all day. They cooked a big dinner, and afterward we all crowded into the
family room and watched something a rental on the ol' VHS atop the
Magnovox. I could not have sparked a hardon if you had payed me gold
dubloons for every second I could keep it up. I was drained. Peggy seemed
to put the events of the previous night behind us. Suzie was acting
hooterish, though. She kept looking at me with suspicion. I began to
wonder if she'd heard me throat fuck and slap her sister. It was possible.
On Day Three, Peggy and I did our own respective things. She had to
work her job at a shoe store. I hung out with my male high school buddies.
I rolled back to the Wagner household around Ten at night. Peggy's shift
ended at six, but she still wasn't home.
Suzie was splayed out on the couch with Oscar the Dachshund curled up in
the floor beside her. I plopped on the couch at Suzie's feet. Some author
I didn't recognize was on Johnny Carson. I asked Suzie who he was and she
said she didn't pay any attention. She was just waiting for the musical
guest. She was in her pajamas and had a crocheted yarn afghan pulled
around her shoulders for comfort. She gave me a forced little smile but
said nothing.
Unusual.
Mr. and Mrs. Wags were already in their bed, probably watching the TV
in their room as per usual.
Suzie loved to cuddle, and Suzie loved when I worked my fingernails up
and down her back. It seemed like an opportune time to give her some of
the attention she craved. I pulled the afghan off her, scooped her up and
l lay back down where Suzie had been with her on top of me and the afghan
over both of us. I spooned her and gave her a hug.
"Nice," she mumbled. She smiled a little more than I'd seen in two
days. I was used to her lighting up when I walked in the room, but she was
much closer to frosty that night. Something was definitely up.
I kissed her ear lightly and breathed hot into her neck. It tickled her
and she squirmed.
"Where's Peg?" I asked.
"Dunno." Suzie answered.
"Sure you do," I teased. "Her shift was over hours ago. She only works
a half mile away. Surely she stopped home to pee ten times and change
clothes."
Suzie laughed, uneasy. "I think she went out with a friend after work."
"Dixie?"
"Yeah. Maybe. Not sure."
"Hmmm," I teased. "I guess you'll just have to be my girlfriend until
she gets home."
No. Not even remotely serious. I was merely trying to play to her ego
and feed her crush a little.
"I'm going to bed," she said, crawling off me and the couch.
"What is wrong, Honey?" I asked. "Do you want to talk about something?
Something eating at you?"
Suzie looked at me. Studied me. "No," she said. "I'm just tired. See
you tomorrow."
"Domani," I waved. Odd. Very odd. She must have heard me rough up her
sister. Dammit.
Peggy sneaked quietly through the garage door just before midnight.
"Hey darlin'" I called to her.
"Hey." She locked the door behind her.
"How's Dixie Dawn?""
"Uh... Dixie? She's good. Yeah. Looking at colleges, you know."
"Cool."
Peggy sat by me on the edge of the couch and I pulled her down for a
kiss. And another kiss. Then we were tongue wrestling. I started to paw
up under the flap of her shirt to squeeze the lacy mellons in her bra.
"Baby," she whispered. "Baby I'm exhausted. I can't keep my eyes
open."
"'sokay," I whispered back. "I'll be quick. Quicker still if you stay
on your knees. You know how fast I came last time with you on your knees."
"No really," she whispered between kisses."I've been going full steam
all day. I'd go narcoleptic on you. I don't want to fight with you, baby,
I'm just really really tired."
I pulled Peggy's hand down onto the warm bulge in my jeans. "Quick
quick quick," I promised.
Peggy sighed. "Okay. Whip 'im out."
I unbuttoned my 501s in a single yank, pushed them down to my ankles. I
kicked them off, then shucked my boxers, wadded them, and hid them under
the couch cushions. I worked my right ankle through one leg of my
discarded jeans. The moment I heard a creak in the hallway floor, I could
jump right back into my pants. I stood in front of Peg with my hard cock
waving at her forehead. Peggy had no choice but to get on her knees to get
her mouth level with my needy prick. Pre-come coated my cock head and a
thin stream of bubbling wet glycerin strung down and bounced like a lazy
tongue from a serpent.
Peggy went right to work. There was no artistry in her suck. She
latched her lips around my cockhead and the rough flat of her tongue
immediate began goading the nerves on the face of my cock. The suction was
so direct and so powerful that my feet left the carpet when I jerked in
stimulation overload.
When Peggy was giving pure maintenance sex, she had a habit of turning a
blow job into a wet hand job after just one or two minutes of sucking. Not
that night. She was a machine. I kept thinking, If this is what I get
from ringing Peggy's bell, I'm going to have to slap her around more often.
I rested my hand against the back of her head. I didn't have to push.
It was all I could do to keep up with the power of her pistoning head.
Peggy sucked like she was trying to siphon ten dollar bills through a
radiator hose. In less than five minutes my balls were trying to crawl up
inside me with tension. My prick pulsed and the upward tingle of nerve
endings signaled I wouldn't last much longer.
Peggy knew it too. Her eyes opened and she took a few more hard
grunting sucks. She released her suction and brought her lips to the very
tip of my come hole. She stopped for a moment to gush up a mouth full of
saliva. Then she bubbled a huge wash of spit on my cock head and pushed it
down slowly with a delicate mouth. She pulled off once more and her
practiced hand locked behind my cockhead and started pumping hard.
"You like that? You like that trampy suck?" she purred. Her hand was a
blur and I began to melt from the backs of my legs.
I was shocked. I'd been trying to get Peggy to talk dirty since I'd
known her. Suddenly she was looking me in the eye and talking shit with a
nasty little smile on her face.
I passed the point of no return. I had seconds before I spewed cum.
"Suck!" I barked.
Peggy didn't suck. She just looked at me.
"Suck!" I insisted. "Now!"
Peggy had one more moment of cock pumping to look at me. The porn queen
vanished and the annoyed bitch look I knew so well returned. Resigned, she
stopped pumping cock and wrapped her soft lips around my cock head at the
exact moment I shuddered come, bucking my hips and and thrashing my head
involuntarily. I pressed a hand against the back of her head to keep her
from pulling away. I looked down long enough to see her nose crinkle and
the blatant look of disgust in Peggy's expression as her tongue washed
under jets of my salty seed.
As fast as the blow job had unfolded, my come didn't have much time to
warm up and thin out. I came hard but I didn't come more than five thick
pumps. The moment I twitched a sixth time I could tell I was shooting
blanks. My hand came off the back of Peggy's head and her mouth slipped
off my cock. She cupped her stroking hand and spit my foamy load right
back out into it. It brimmed and trickled over the edge where she caught
the spillage with her other hand.
"Wow," she said. "That was a new land speed record for you. Can you
get me a couple tissues? Li'l help here?"
I shuffled over and grabbed a Kleenex box off the top of the television.
I pulled out a wad of several tissues and dropped them into her cupped
hands.
"Thanks," Peggy said. She soaked up my loose come from her hands and
then dabbed at the drip string hanging from my cock head.
I was annoyed that Peg hadn't swallowed my load. I was too awash in
post orgasmic swoon to make an issue of it.
"Bed," she pulled herself up to standing. "See you tomorrow."
As I lay on the couch that night, I kept turning it all over and over in
my head. Had I changed my relationship with Peggy when I roughed her up?
For the better? For worse? Had it really changed at all, or were the
peculiarities in Peg's shifting attitudes just another moody anomaly of
hers?
Something else struck me like a hammer. Caryn had never swallowed my
come. Why? Because I'd never told her to. Why? I didn't know.
I had never gone from Caryn's pussy back to her mouth for more suck.
Why? Because I'd never had a mind to do it. Why? I didn't know.
I had never tasted Caryn's pussy. Not once in three months of nearly
constant sex. Why? I didn't know.
But I did know. Even though Caryn was my pet fucktoy, I was still
letting Peggy's bullshit bed hangups govern my sex sessions with Caryn. I
didn't lick Caryn's pussy because Peggy's pussy smelled like a urinal.
Why? I didn't have a good answer.
Peggy was my "real" girlfriend and Caryn was my "fill-in" girlfriend...
Why? Caryn wasn't a perfect suck, and not a perfect fuck, but Caryn's
attitude had been better in the sack than Peggy had ever been on her best
day. If Caryn had hang ups, what were they? She wanted to suck from her
knees in the floor? That was a hang up? She needed a razor over her
asshole and a good bush thatching? That was a hang up? Really?
I realized in the dead of that night that I missed Caryn. A lot. Not
just her pussy, but the ease of her companionship as well. I tried to
remember Caryn complaining about something I'd said or done. I tried to
remember ever seeing a look of disgust on Caryn's face like the one Peggy
had just shown me when I pumped come in her mouth.
What the fuck? What the fuck! I realized I was more attached to my
fucktoy than my girlfriend.
I thought about calling Caryn. Then I realized I didn't even have her
home phone number for the farm she lived on. I'd never asked. Man, I
really had taken Caryn for granted. Instead of sleeping I started making
lists of the freaky shit I was going to try on Caryn when I got back to
school. As I fantasized, Caryn balked at my orders and I slapped her hard
across the face. Then fantasy Caryn -- a Caryn with eye makeup and long,
wavy dark brunette hair -- complied reluctantly, her meek little mouse
expression fearfully worried for the next slap to crack loud against her
jaw. My cock stiffened thinking about it and I jacked my cock until warm
come rained down on my stomach. I barely had the presence of mind to pull
up my boxers before I drifted off.
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<8th attachment, "Domming Daughter Dani 8 of 51 - Peggy Part Five -
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Domming Daughter Dani Part 8 of 51 PEGGY PART FIVE
By Dutchboy
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Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it, change it,
try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I don't care. Just
acknowledge my original authorship and if you change anything, be upfront
about the fact that you changed it. If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss
your ass.
Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo,
spanking, mmf and mff.
------------------------------
Day Four with the Wagners was tame and sexless.
Day Five was Christmas Eve, when the Wagners opened their presents.
Being college-poor (and a thoughtless asshole) I brought presents for no
one. Being wonderful, the entire Wagner family showered me with gifts.
Mr. and Mrs. Wags gave me two sweaters and a pair of stonewashed jeans
with black leather accents sewn above the pockets. Peggy cooed and clucked
her tongue. I thought they looked like something a gay guy would wear.
They fit like a glove.
Peggy gifted me some moderately expensive cologne and a near-mint copy
of Iron Man #1 from 1968. Back in 1988 it must have cost her $25. My
comic collection was ransomed in my parent's basement, but the classic
Silver Age title was a very thoughtful gift. Cliff would be impressed.
The last package was from Suzie. It felt like something cheap packaged
in bubble plastic was beneath the paper. For some reason I expected that
she bought me some kind of action figure. Suzie was bouncing up an down
with excitement. "C'mon, Skip. Open it! Open it!"
I made a point of opening the gift with a peculiar paranoind-slow
caution for the express purpose of driving little Suzie bonkers. I'd break
a piece of tape, then sniff the package suspiciously. Suzie lost patience
and ripped the package out of my hands. Her little fingernails shredded
her own wrapping while her parents both howled at the sight of her
enthusiasm .
"Here!" She thrust the plastic box at me. "What do you think? Do you
like it?"
Entombed in the plastic clamshell was a modest rechargeable Remington
beard trimmer with four trimming attachments.
"It's uh... Awesome," I said.
"You retard!" Peggy slapped her forehead. "He doesn't even have a
beard!"
Suzie was undeterred. "But he did? Remember? Last year? He had that
awesome beard?"
I came home from my freshman year at college with an embarrassingly
ridiculous beard. Cliff had grown a beard, a real beard, that first
semester and I copied the cat. Cliff looked pretty cool with his face
scruff. I looked like a thirteen year old playing Lord Capulet in a high
school play. Peggy told me it looked stupid. She was right. I shaved it
off as soon as I got back to the dorm.
"Totally," I said.
"And remember when I asked you why you shaved it off, you said it was
because it was hard to keep trimmed right? And you didn't have a beard
trimmer?"
As she said it, I remembered saying exactly that. Suzie had been
crestfallen then next time I came home without the beard. She loved it.
"Yeah, yeah," I said. "This is awesome, Sooz. Next time you see me,
I'm going to look like a young George Lucas."
"Oh, God help me," Peggy sighed.
Mr. Wags chimed in, "Well at least you can trim the hair on your balls,
kid." Mrs. Wags gasped and punched him in his deltoid.
"But Mr. Wags," I said, "Didn't I mention that I was born without
genitalia? I'm as sexless as a Ken doll."
Mr. Wagner chortled sadly. "I'd sleep a lot better at night if I
thought that were true, kid."
Before 24 hours had passed, my pubis looked like a well-manicured golf
course. That trimmer was one of the best, most life-changing gifts I ever
received. There was no doubt that Caryn was getting her unkempt bush
sculpted into a tight topiary once I got back to school.
With the presents opened, Mr. and Mrs. Wags uncorked half the liquor
cabinet and began drowning their livers in earnest.
Suzie complained she wasn't feeling great. The Wagner family was
driving to Chicago on Christmas Day for four days with Mrs. Wagner's
folks. Part of the reason I had been given the full run of their
hospitality was based on the expectation that I would take care of Oscar
the weiner dog while the family made their annual pilgrimage to visit their
Schaumberg kin. Mrs. Wags found an extra key so I could come and go as I
pleased while they were gone. Peggy stayed up late to chatter with her
folks and snack on the hors d'oeuvres. Suzie turned in early.
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One.doc" begin>
Domming Daughter Dani Part 9 of 51 BABYSITTING SUZIE PART ONE
By Dutchboy
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Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it, change it,
try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I don't care. Just
acknowledge my original authorship and if you change anything, be upfront
about the fact that you changed it. If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss
your ass.
Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo,
spanking, mmf and mff.
------------------------------
I woke on Christmas Day to bedlam ruckus. Mr. Wags was upset. He was
a big mountain of a man and when he bellowed, there was no sleeping through
it.
"Goddamn! Goddamn the luck."
"Floyd," Mrs. Wags countered, "It's really not that big of a deal.
She'll be fine."
"She's puking! I can't drive with her puking the whole ride up there."
"It's not the end of the world, Floyd."
"I know. I know. Dammit. We'll just have to try and get to Chicago
this Easter."
"Honey, what are you talking about? Suzie can stay home this time.
Seriously, what are you freaking out for?"
"We can't leave her here alone!"
From the couch I tried not to laugh. I was pretty sure Peg and Suzie
had been left alone for many four-day stretches while Mom and Dad Wagner
were on a long bender. Peggy sure didn't do anything paternal to take care
of Suzie. If ever there was a twelve-going-on-thirteen year old who was
comfortable on her own for a week, it was Suzie.
"Maybe she could stay with Maxy?" Mrs. Wags said."I'll call Ursela."
"On Christmas Day?"
"Uh... Hey..." Peggy interrupted. "Seriously. Is there some reason
you're pretending that Skip isn't staying here while we're gone?"
The loud hallway went silent.
"You think he'd mind?" Mrs. Wags whispered.
"Mom," Peggy said, exasperated. "Skip is freeloading in your house.
The least he can do is watch the Brat for a couple of days. He can check
in and make sure she's not dead between hanging out with his friends.
Gawd. You guys can really bring the drama."
Silence in the hallway again.
Mrs. Wags walked into the living room and I set up on my couch/bed.
"Skip, darling?"
"Not a problem," I said, wringing sleep from my eyes for effect.
"Peggy will leave you the keys to her Parisienne, just in case. I'll
leave you and Suzie some cash in case she gets worse and needs to go the
emergency room."
"Wow. Is it that bad?" I asked.
"No, not bad at all. Just being a mom. Planning for the worst. You
really wouldn't mind?"
"Don't even worry for a minute, Mrs. Wags. I'll keep an eye on her."
Mrs. Wags smiled. The family Caddy backed out of the garage almost
exactly an hour later. All that chaos transitioned into a house so quiet I
could hear my pulse squish through my inner ear.
I watched some parades on the television. After a few hours, I walked
down the hallway and put my ear at Suzie's door.
"You better open it, Skip," she said from the other side. "How else are
you going to know if I'm dead or not?"
I smiled and let myself into her room. She was on top of her sheets
stretching. She was wearing an oversized yellow T-shirt with a silver
iron-on decal that read "Itty Bitty Titty Committee Chairwoman." It had
been a gift from Mr. Wags the night before. He thought it was hilarious,
if that tells you anything about Mr. Wags. Or perhaps it says more about
how much less uptight the late 80s were when a dad could buy his own
pre-teen daughter a shirt that commented on her tits and not get a visit
from Child Protective Services.
"You look like you're feelin' better," I said.
Suzie smiled a shit-eating grin. "I do," she said. "I feel great!"
"Oh shit," I gasped. "You total faker!"
"Maybe," she giggled.
"Why?"
"Just didn't want to go this year."
"You wanted to stay back so you could play wokka-chikka, wokka-chikka
with your little boyfriend," I pointed a finger at her.
"What if I did?"
"Well then you are screwed because I'm not letting you have any guests
until your mom gets back."
"What? Why?"
"You are too young to be be messin' around with boys."
"Oh Skip," Suzie laughed. "You are the biggest fucking hypocrite!"
This stung for a second. I looked at her laughing. "You may have a
point there," I said.
"What's in it for me if I let your little friend come over and play
doctor?"
"Skip," Suzie stretched again, her T-shirt rising higher and higher on
her thighs. "Hank is gone to his grandma's too. He's not in town."
"Hank?" I said, feigning jealousy. "Hank? What kind of douchebag name
is Hank for a middle schooler, huh?"
Suzie posed with her arms twisted over her head and her heels slightly
off the sheets, her toes pointed like a centerfold. "Well... Skip, for
your information... Skip, Hank isn't a middle schooler. He's 15."
"Holy shit! Fifteen? What's wrong with boyfriends your own age?"
Suzie roiled with laughter. "Jeezus you are a hypocrite! My back
itches. Come here and scratch my back." It wasn't an unusual request. I'd
scratched her back while she balanced on my knee, my hand up the back of
her shirt like a ventriloquist puppet. We'd done it many times.
I sat down on the edge of her bed and she flipped over onto her stomach.
I lifted her night shirt to get my fingernails to her back. I saw her
skinny little bare ass uncovered. I froze. I was expecting panties.
"Scratch!" Suzie pleaded. I pushed my hand into the back of her shirt
and began tracing looping circles through her shoulder blades with whatever
fingernails I had. Suzie cooed and moaned with pleasure. I let my
fingernails circle lower and lower until I traced a spiral around and
around on her skinny left ass cheek. Gooseflesh rippled outward up her
back and down her legs. Suzie froze and stopped moaning. She pushed her
face into the pillow in front of her. She went rigid as a plank. My
fingernail skipped to her other ass cheek, spiraled, and began a lazy
S-wave down the back of her thigh. Suzie screamed with repressed tickle
delight and pulled away, flopping on her back like a fish and howling
throaty laughter.
"Gah! Skip! I can't take it!" Her hands rubbed at her thighs, trying
to sand away chicken skin with palm friction.
With her shirt still pulled high on her midriff, her hairless little
pussy mound danced in front of me. Her slit was a shadowed keyhole, a thin
oval at the top dropping into a tight crease with no sign of labia sticking
out. I was kind of shocked by it. It wasn't particularly sexy to me, but
it was fascinating. I'd never seen a girl pussy before. Before I could
pull my eyes away from it, Suzie caught me staring.
"You wanna tickle my kitty too?" she looked me dead in the eye and
smiled.
"That's okay," I said. "I'm only licensed through Tickle Union 507 to
scratch backs and the occasional little girl ass. No pussies, I'm afraid."
"Oh come on, Skip," Suzie grinned. "You can't make it four whole days
without sex."
"Says who?"
"Says Peggy. And my ears. You always want it when you're here."
"Well, I'm flattered by the offer, Honey. Really. But you're just a
liiiiiitle too young for me."
"At least let me suck your dick?" she pleaded. "Every guy wants his
dick sucked. You always want your dick sucked."
I was a little shocked. Mostly I assumed she was yanking my chain.
"Maybe later," I said. "As long as you really aren't sick, why don't
you grab a shower and get dressed. We'll get lunch at a Denny's if we can
find one open. Then you can pick a movie and we'll go on a date. How
about that?"
"Ohhh! A date! That's even better! Then you'll make love to me."
"Don't hold your breath," I said.
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<10th attachment, "Domming Daughter Dani 10 of 51 - Babysitting Suzie
Part Two - Imprinting.doc" begin>
Domming Daughter Dani Part 10 of 51 BABYSITTING SUZIE PART TWO
By Dutchboy
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try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I don't care. Just
acknowledge my original authorship and if you change anything, be upfront
about the fact that you changed it. If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss
your ass.
Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo,
spanking, mmf and mff.
------------------------------
I wanted to see Rain Man. Suzie wanted to see Beaches. I lost. It was
her mom's money after all.
I slumped in my theater seat and hoped no one would recognize me. Suzie
bawled and bawled some more at the end.
She was still dabbing her eyes as we walked through the parking lot.
The wind was blustery. The first snow of the season started swirling down.
"White Christmas," I said.
"I don't think it counts if it isn't already on the ground on Christmas
morning." she sniffled.
"Dammit!" I shouted to the sky. "You're late again, Mr. Snow!" I was
trying to coax a smile out of Suzie. The movie had left her melancholy.
I let her in the passenger car door before I walked around and slid into
the bench seat of the big Pontiac.
"Hey Skip, can I ask you a favor?" Suzie asked after I turned the engine
over.
"Anything for you, girly," I said.
"Can we run by SuperGas on the way home?"
"If it's open. Whatcha need?"
"Uhm... Condoms?" her shoulders shrugged and her expression went
sheepish.
I sighed. "Absolutely," I said. If I could play a part in preventing
Baby Hank Junior from stretching in the wrong direction through Suzie's
little girl twat, I would do whatever I could.
"And cigarettes?"
"You? Really? Uh... okay. I guess." Mrs. Wags smoked Virginia
Slims. Mr. Wags smoked Pall Malls. Peggy had been known to puff a Lucky
Strike now and again. It wasn't a shock that Suzie was going to smoke too.
"And one more thing?" Suzie was cringing.
"Wha?"
"A Playgirl magazine?"
"Oh get out of here," I said. "Playgirl! I'd look like a total faggot
buying a Playgirl magazine at a gas station."
"Please? It's not for me. It's what Maxy wanted for Christmas."
"A Playgirl? Really?"
"They have the best letters section. Crazy stories. We read them out
loud to each other sometimes."
"And Playgirl magazine has the best letters section? How many other
skin mags have you read?"
"None."
"Obviously, or you'd know Penthouse has the best letters."
"Please, Skip? Pretty please?"
"Hmmph. Okay," I mumbled. "But you might actually have to suck some
cock to make up for that kind of humiliation."
Thank God the SuperGas was almost empty. I felt like a total tool
buying condoms and a Playgirl magazine. I almost asked the girl behind the
count to add the magazine next to it, Blueboy. I had no idea that Blueboy
was an out-and-out gay mag. Just saw the beefcake guy on the front and
thought Suzie and Maxy would like it. But the Playgirl was humiliating
enough.
Suzie thanked me with a kiss for the paper bag I dropped in her lap. I
was used to her kissing my cheek. This time she tried to put a
closed-mouth peck on my lips and missed awkwardly.
"Just don't get caught with that," I said. "And if you do, don't narc
me out."
"I won't. I'll keep it between my mattress and the box springs."
I laughed. "Well that didn't work so well for me. In the history of
hiding pornography, I don't think that's ever worked. Do you have old
winter coats in your closet? Roll it up and stick it down the sleeve.
That's a great hiding place."
As we were on final approach to the Wagner homestead, the snow began
falling in big wet flakes. It was going to get ugly.
"Hey Skip, pull into the park for a second."
There was a little suburban park with a tiny ten-car parking lot less
than two hundred feet from Suzie's house.
"We're almost home."
"No, Skip. Please. I want to talk to you for a second. Just a
second."
"Okay," I relented and spun the big green steering wheel with the heel
of my hand.
Once the car was parked I leaned back into the door and looked at Suzie.
She was staring out the window, her jaw locked and her expression was
deadly serious. I waited for her to talk.
"Uhm, I don't know how to say this," she said. She took a deep breath.
"You know that first night when you came home? Well I heard you and Peg
have that fight in her room."
"Yeah. Sorry about that," I said.
"No. Wait. Just don't say anything for a second. Just listen. Okay?
I can't tell you how much it make me sick to my stomach to hear that. Ask
Maxy. I thought I was going to hurl."
"I shouldn't have hit her, Sooz. That was wr--"
"Shut up! Okay? Listen. I know you hit her. Only I thought you hit
her for another reason. I... I... I thought she told you that she had
another boyfriend."
I laughed. "No no, Babe. Peggy doesn't have another boyfriend."
Suzie stared daggers at me. "Yes, Skip. Yes she does. I thought she
finally told you. I thought you kicked her ass because she told you about
her boyfriend."
"What?" My brain could not process what Suzie was saying. I had a pet
fucktoy at college. I'd fucked Dixie's older sister last summer. I fucked
my friend Jimmy's little sister a few times when we were both bored. I'd
just had my paws all over Peggy's pre-teen sister's ass. And yet somehow I
was shocked... shocked that there was gambling in Casablanca. Peggy was
cheating on me? No fucking way.
"No fucking way," I whispered. "Who?" I tried to picture what high
school boy had his hands on my girlfriend. I probably knew him.
"You don't know him," Suzy said. "He's in the army. She met him at
work. He's like 24."
"Army?" I was dizzy. My face burned and I began to sweat into my coat.
"Skip, I'm sorry. Really. And here's what I've been trying to tell
you. I thought you needed to know about this other guy. I told Peggy if
she didn't tell you, then I would. You need to know. The other night I
thought she told you, and then part of me was really glad she finally told
you the truth and part of me was really glad that you hit her. She
deserved it. She's my sister, but she's a bitch too. And then I wasn't
happy because I knew if she told you then you probably wouldn't come around
any more. It would break my heart not to see you any more, Skip. You're
part of our family. I thought it would always be you. I can't imagine you
not sleeping on our couch every couple of months. I can't imagine swimming
in the pool this summer and not seeing you all sprawled out in those big
Hawaiian swimming trunks of yours on the deck. Skip?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Yeah."
"What are you thinking?"
What was I thinking? "Uhhh... I dunno. Nothing. Everything. Fuck me
runnin', Sooz... I... I can't believe it."
And then I was thinking that I wanted to be back in my college dorm room
that very minute. I wanted gone. I wanted to walk away from the Wagner
house and never look back. But I had eight more days until my dormitory
doors unlocked. I had no idea what I was going to say to Peggy when I
looked her in the eye upon her return from Chicago.
Snow had covered the windshield and it was getting dark inside the car.
I pulled the car lights on and swatted my fingers at the wiper switch. Two
wagging neoprene fingers began to work at clearing layers of snow from the
windshield.
"I know you'd never cheat on Peggy, would you Skip?"
"Never," I lied. "Never."
"I knew it."
I sighed. "So when you were screwing with my head this morning, that
was a big test, huh?"
Suzie looked out the window. "No. I meant that part. I kinda thought
I was special to you. I thought you might actually need to make love. It
has been a couple of days since you and Peg did it. I thought you might do
it with me. It's not cheating so much with me, is it?"
I didn't know how to answer that. Of course it was cheating. Fucking
your girlfriend's sister was cheating-times-ten. "No," I said. "I guess
it's not cheating. It might be incest, though. You're more of a sister
than a girlfriend."
"Uhg," Suzie wrinkled her nose. "Don't say that. That's terrible. I
don't think of you like a brother."
"Let's get home," I said. I backed the car into the street and we were
back at Suzie's house in less than a minute.
I let Suzie in the house after she helped me find the snow shovel in the
garage. It took a while to get the double driveway cleared and salted.
The air was dead silent and the night crept in as I struggled with my
racing thoughts. By the time I finished shoveling and started salting, the
snow was already covering the driveway where I'd started.
I went inside. I showered the sweat away.
When I stepped out in the hallway wearing my jeans (commando) and a
Christmas sweater, Suzie was waiting for me in the hall. "What are you
going to do?"
"I dunno," I said. My brain was trying to shut down on me. "Lay on the
couch and stare at the ceiling while I work through this bullshit?"
"Well if you're going to do that, lay on my bed instead."
"Okay," I said. I followed Suzie into her room and collapsed on her bed
in a depressed heap. Suzie climbed on top of me and crawled into my armpit
and snuggled against my left side. Her hand rubbed my chest lightly.
Suzie didn't look much like a pre-teen in the gloaming. We lay together in
silence.
It took an hour of ceiling-mapping silence before Suzie made her move.
Suzie crawled out of the crook of my arm and pulled herself up on my chest.
She kissed me softly on the lips. Then again. And again. I kissed back.
I could already taste the cigarette smoke on her lips before my mouth
opened, stretching her mouth open in the process. My tongue pushed past
her lips and collided with Suzie's tongue. What I discovered was nothing
short of amazing. There was something unique about the texture of Suzie's
tongue. It was unusually soft. Noticeably "WOW" soft. The best
description I can give you is that her mouth had the feel of wet suede.
I've never encountered another woman with a mouth and tongue that tasted so
soft, so wonderful. The tip of Suzie's tongue trilled and fluttered like a
snake tongue against the tip of my tongue. Electric. Suzie was the first
girl to ever teach me the joy of a sexy flutter tongue. My sex temperature
rocketed upwards. The cock that had been apathetic to Suzie's
underdeveloped form started thickening. Suzie panted faster. Her hands
worked a bigger circle around my chest and stomach. My fingertips lingered
across Suzie's cheeks and pushed into her hairline. Her shoulder length
blonde wave was soft and spilled through my fingers faster than I could
grab it. Suzie's hair was liquid silk. I rolled on top of her, both of us
still clothed, and I started dry humping her while my mouth delighted in
the magic of her open kiss. Suzie's legs scissored open to give me access
to grind crotch-against-crotch, and her heels hooked around my thighs to
spur me more tightly against her.
Suzie's eyes turned to thin slits and her long neck stretched even
longer as my kisses worked down to her ears and then dribbled lower in a
slow, hot zig zag toward her shoulder. As I moved lower on her, my hands
slid under her ass and my fingers climbed back up her crack toward the
crease of her pussy. The denim of her crotch was saturated to the point of
dripping. My right hand fingers prodded at the cladding over her pussy
hole. My left hand fingers squeezed a grip on her right ass cheek. Suzie
started humping back against me. She was on fire. I'm not pretending I
wasn't into it by that point, but Suzie was absolutely in a wanton state of
need.
I pulled up on an elbow. With one hand I undid the buttons on her
blouse from top to bottom until her shirt spilled own to reveal a
superfluous little training bra. I tried not to smile. I was content to
skip the titty sucking on those little nubs and go straight to her sopping
pussy. I knew from biology class that the lining of the mouth is made up
of the same squamous epithelial tissue that lines the pussy. If her mouth
was textured with that amazing, velvet softness, her pussy had to be a
special treat. My mouth watered thinking about what I'd find once I peeled
off Suzie's jeans.
I unsnapped the top snap of her slacks with one hand.
"Wait," Suzie whispered.
Oh shit. I thought. Here we go again with the tease bullshit.
Suzie leaned up on her elbows and worked her blouse off her arms. Then
she lay back and peeled her training bra over her head. Her nipples were
two pale cones on a bisected ice cream scoop of tit flesh. Those tit nubs
were as brand spankin' new as tits could be.
Suzie's left hand latched under the flesh of her left tit and squeezed
to make it look bigger. Her right hand hooked behind my neck and pulled me
in. I guess I was going to suck her nubs after all.
I latched on and bit into the silky pink of her nip. She squealed and
bucked, not in a good way.
"Easy, Skip, easy! Jesus! My nipples are really sensitive."
"Sorry," I said. Then, "Not really. I'm going to chew these titties up
real good until there's nothing left for little Hanky-Hank." I was growling
again, the same dominant voice I used with Caryn.
Suzie looked at me, wide-eyed. Then -- to my amazement -- she nodded.
"Make them yours, Skip," she said. Her chin went to the ceiling as I took
her whole left tit in my wide mouth and sucked hard. I eased my mouth
upward until there was only her silky fresh nipple between my lips and
sucked even harder until Suzie moaned. Then I bit. A guy has got to bite
titty. I bit. Suzie's eyes shot open and she grunted, deep and animal.
"If you don't make love to me soon, I'm going to cream my pants," she
moaned.
"Mmmmmm." I let the vibrations of my mouth sizzle through the nerves of
Suzie's breast bud. "You know, I've never fucked a girl who didn't suck my
cock first, and I don't think Little Suzie Wagner is going to be any
exception to the rule."
"Oh Skip," she whispered. "I'd love to suck your dick. I'll suck your
dick twenty times a day, if you want. But I'm so damn horny. I'm so wet
and itchy. I want you to make love to me."
She was wet alright. Her jeans were soaked through and there was pussy
juice seeping into the lower part of my sweater where it was pressing
against her while I worked over her tits.
"Is that so?" I leered. "Let's take a closer look." I leaned up and
peeled her slacks. Unfortunately the panties underneath were flowered,
little girl panties. They brought me back to reality. This was a little
girl. Too little.
Suzie arched and yanked her own panties down and threw then across the
room. The keyhole slit I'd seen earlier was now an open flower. Suzie had
modest little labia petals, and her entire pussy was flushed with the
reddish hue of a ripe summer peach. Her fuckhole was a pink puckered kiss,
flexing open and closed with the rhythms of Suzie's excitement. Her entire
pussy was as glossy as an old woman's sofa cushion. The sheen of her pussy
juice coated every bit of her mons from an inch above her slit to the
slicks on her inner thighs. Suzie was gushing.
Now the Old Man Me who is writing this account knows that the girly
pussy that the 19 year old Me latched his mouth onto wasn't really all that
girly. Suzie was a couple months from being 13 and a late bloomer. No
pubes. Only the first blossom of titty. But now that I've become familiar
with the featureless landscape of "real" little girl pussy, I can look back
and understand that the pussy I sucked that evening was well into the
blossom of a big girl's slut pussy. Hell, "real" little girl pussies just
don't juice like Suzie's did. "Real" little girl pussies don't have hungry
little clitties poking up and making tents into their meat hood.
The 19 year old me, however, did not know I was lapping on the fresh
crocus blossom of a new pre-teen pussy. I was nervous and uncomfortable
latching my lips around Suzie's tiny clit. It sounds ridiculous, but my
intent was merely to rock her world, even if it was weirding me out.
But then my dog tongue lapped deep into her folds and slid down to poke
into her fuck hole. Her pussy was achingly velvet, just as her kiss had
been. Her gushing secretions were delicious. The taste flushed me with
testosterone once more and my prick became steel again. I humped into her
topsheet as I licked, lapped, and sucked Suzie's hairless pussy. I tried
to lap up all her slippery gush, but it kept reflushing too fast.
One of the true joys of being a man is witnessing, collecting, and
cataloging the unique sex signatures of women.
The way a girl's pussy juice tastes: Salty. Pissy. Savory. Yeasty.
The thin broth that leaves the smallest tang of female lingering on the
sides of your tongue after swishing thorough a big wet mouthful of nothing.
The sour gel that gets white and foamy, catching on your teeth and sliding
down your gullet like a thick greek yogurt. The acidic tang of a metal
pipe that tends to pair with brunettes. The maple syrup roux that tends to
pair with redheads.
And the sound girls make when your cock stroke goes deep: Squeaks.
Grunts. Oohs. Yips. Ahhs. Yeses. Ouches. Silent white caws when their
mouth opens but nothing comes out.
And most wonderful of all...
Their orgasmic throes: Shudders. Thrashes. Tremors. Arched back.
Crunching forward. Open bug eyes. Squinted slit eyes. Pull you tighter.
Try to climb away from you. Toes splayed wide. Toes curled tight. The
Exorcist grunt. The profane calls to their deity. The woo-woo-woos.
For her part, Suzie seemed unprepared for me to start sucking at her
pussy. She looked shocked. Then distressed. Then her eyes got big and I
knew Hank hadn't licked her yet. She surrendered and lay back. Suzie's
legs split wide around my head and hinged back at the knees so her heels
went to the back of my trapezius muscles and began a dancing, bicycling
massage motion. Every time my tongue fished high into the folds hiding her
clit, she inhaled and stiffened. Her heels pushed hard into my back.
"Oh shit, Skip. Oh shit, Skip!" A skipping record, over and over.
I could have dragged it out, but my cock was going to drill through the
mattress springs if I didn't get relief. I selfishly locked a suck on her
clit, my tongue pushing the hood up so there was nothing but hard pink nub
against the front of my top teeth. I grunted and sucked, grunted and
sucked.
Suzie let out a long, low howl. She bounced her clit hard into my mouth
by digging down into my back with her heels. Then she folded forward, her
shoulders fully off the bed and her expression pained, her mouth trying to
find an elusive word she could not remember. She looked like a woman
giving birth.
"Ohhhhhhhh fuck! Oh fuck! Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!" Suzie slammed back flat
on the bed. Suzie didn't squirt, but she flooded her own slit once more.
"Oh mercy! Stop! Goddamn I can't take it anymore! Please! Skip!" Suzie
panted and then tried to back crawl off my mouth. I sucked even harder
until she yipped a high note of exasperation.
'You come?" I asked.
Suzie's eyes squinted shut and she nodded rapidly.
"You like that?" I asked, pecking little kisses on the sides of her bare
pussy mound.
"That was the best thing ever," she panted.
"You taste great," I purred. "Your body chemistry is amazing."
"Really? Good. What do I taste like?"
I pulled up and kissed Suzie with a deep probing tongue. The front of
my prick slid through Suzie's slippery pussy groove, the engorged head
leaving sticky pre-come kisses on her swollen clit hood.
I broke away from Suzie's velvet mouth. She pulled my head back down
and licked the pussy juice off my cheeks with long flat licks. Her tongue
returned to her mouth and her eyes told me she was processing the taste of
her pussy. Weighing it. Judging it. "It's... It's not terrible," she
pronounced. "Not something I pick over chocolate cake, or anything. But
not bad. Is that what Peggy's thing tastes like?"
I made a face. "No. Your sister's pussy is nasty."
"So different girls taste differently?"
"Absolutely. Every girl has a different body chemistry."
"Can you tell what a girl's vagina is going to taste like before you get
them in bed?"
I shook my head. "No. As long as they are hygienic and clean, I never
know what a girl is going to taste like until my face goes in her slit.
Now, you need to get down in the floor and kneel for me, Sugarpuss."
Suzie sighed and slid off her bed. Her long, coltish legs folded under
her. I moved to the edge of the bed. Before I could bark a command to
suck, Suzie mouth stretched over the head of my cock and she sucked hard.
It was too much, too quickly. My spine snapped rigid. Suzie broke suction
and her tongue poked out and snaked down over the crest of her bottom lip
and waggled back and forth across the front collar of my prick.
Her hands never left her knees. She was all mouth.
Suzie's head began a slow, rhythmic bob. Her tongue remained out over
her bottom lip, tracing a wet, bumpy trail across the underside of my cock
as the top half of my cock head rubbed against the velvet lining in the
roof of her mouth. She was only getting the top third of my cock at her
deepest suck, but however much cock she was working was getting the best
suck it had ever known.
There's a maxim among men: "There's no such thing as bad head." When
you've been on the planet as long as I have been, you know that's a damn
lie. By the time I was 19, I'd had over a dozen cocksuckers. I was living
right. But as Suzie bobbed, sucked, and slurped there was not a doubt that
I was getting the best blow job I'd ever had. Second place was a distant
second place to that 12 year old suck artist.
Suzie moaned as if she was licking a mixer beater dripping with the best
cookie batter she'd ever tasted.
I wanted her to suck deeper on my shaft, but I couldn't bring myself to
break her rhythm. Suzie again sucked my cockhead hard and popped off with
the loud report of a rifle shot. She smiled and batted her eyelashes at
me. Her hand went to my cock for the first time. She gently hinged the
shaft slightly below level and rubbed my sticky head and shaft all over
each cheek, pausing only to place the occasional warm, lippy, lingering
kiss on the face of my cock.
"Your dick is beautiful, Skip." she purred between kisses. "I've wanted
you to make love to me for so long. I've wanted to suck your beautiful big
dick for so long."
"You suck Hank's cock like that, darlin'?"
She smiled and nodded.
"Well Hank is a lucky guy."
Suzie smiled coyly again and licked my prick from balls to come hole.
"Damn skippy, he is," she giggled. "I know how to take care of my men."
"Does Hank have a big cock?"
"Nowhere near as big as yours," she whispered. Kiss. Kiss.
Flutterlick to the dripping meetus.
"Good answer," I nodded. "Can you get Hank all the way in your mouth?"
Suzie shook her head. "No. Almost. Not all."
"You think you can get my whole cock in your mouth?"
Suzie's demur cocksucker personae evaporated instantly and she dropped
my cock and laughed. "No fucking way!" She laughed again. That was the
playful Suzie I knew and loved.
"Why don't you give it a try anyway," I said.
"Okay," she said. "I'll try. But I need you to push on the back of my
head, okay?"
Okay? Okay? What the fuck? "Uh," I said. "Okay."
Suzie stopped being slutty. This was now a game. Years ago I'd dared
her to see if she could balance an overfilled water balloon on her head for
ten seconds. She accepted the challenge with the same sweet enthusiasm
that I was witnessing as she prepared to deepthroat me.
"Hang on." Suzie raised a pointed finger in the air. She took deep,
calming breaths. "Okay, ready?"
"I dunno, are you ready for this, Spike?" I flexed my throbbing cock and
made it bounce up and down.
Suzie cracked up again and slapped my knees. "Stop that!" she chortled.
"I need to concentrate. Stop it." Her hands made little wiping motions in
the air, and her jaw set back into seriousness. She burst out into
laughter again. "Spike?" She asked. "Really? That's his name?"
I was losing patience. "C'mon, honey." I said. I slid my hand over the
back of her head. Suzie took the hint and leaned hard into my swollen
cock. When my cock hit her throat she bounced and pushed and tried to take
more. Her lips widened, as if that were the impediment. Her eyes closed
tight and she pushed harder. Her mouth crossed a little way past the
half-way point of my cock before she pulled off quickly.
"How far?" She asked, catching her breath.
I pointed to where her lips had stopped.
"Shit," she huffed, disappointed. "I told you to push!"
"I pushed!"
"You pushed like a pussy," she goaded. "C'mon. Push hard."
"Oh really? I said, offended. "I throatfuck like a pussy?"
"Do it," Suzie whispered. "C'mon." She went hard back on my cock. Her
teeth couldn't help but scrape against my sensitive skin where my cock
widened. Suzie pushed her lips back to the same spot where she'd been
before. I reached down and grabbed two firm handfuls of her short, soft
coif and thrust as hard as I'd ever thrust to throatfuck a girl. Another
inch of smooth cock shaft slipped past her lips. I doubt the extra inch
went any further down Suzie's little throat. It was probably a compression
of the elasticity left in my cock shaft. Suzie's eyes squinted shut, her
forehead flushed, and tell-tale spittle foam bubbled at the corners of her
mouth. I didn't keep her down long before I released her.
Her mouth came off my cock, she coughed for a few seconds, and then she
asked, "How far?"
I pointed at a spot a full inch further down my shaft than she'd
actually sucked.
"Whooo!" Suzie waved fists above her head in victory.
I wanted that velvet sucking mouth back on my cock. I wanted to bust my
nuts in that little bitch's perfect mouth.
Instead it seemed like the moment for transition. "You ready?"
Suzie looked at me, confused. "More suck?"
"No," I said.
"Oh. Oh. Uhm..." Suzie took a long look at my twitching prick,
bouncing up and down inches from her face. Her left hand reached up and
gently closed around the base of my cock. Her right hand grabbed an inch
below the head. There was a good two-inches of cock shaft visible between
her hands. Suzie gently spiraled her fingers in opposing directions while
she stared suspiciously at my bulbous cock head, now a deep shade of puce.
She seemed to be measuring it. She looked it over like a ripe cucumber she
might purchase from a street vendor's cart.
"Will you kiss me for a little bit first?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Will you go slow? Please?"
"Yes."
Suzie hesitated. "Skip? Do you love me?"
"Yes." And I did, too.
"I know," Suzie sighed. "I know you do." The double spiral technique of
Suzie's two-fisted handjob kept my cock steely through the conversation
that followed.
"Do you still love Peggy?"
"I don't know," I said.
"Are you going to have sex with her again after we do it?"
Goddamn it. Fucking twelve years old with the head games. Where do
women learn this shit?
"I don't know. Maybe. Probably not. I don't know."
Suzie stopped stroking and dropped her hands. "That's the wrong answer,
Skip," she huffed. "You have to. You have to have sex with her again."
"Why?"
"Promise me, Skip. Promise me you'll have sex with Peggy again after
she comes home."
"What's it to you?" My head spun.
"What's it to me? It's everything, Skip. If you walk away from Peggy,
I'll never see you either."
"Don't be so certain about that. I'll find a way to see you. Besides,
she's got another boyfriend. Remember?"
"Oh damn it. She had another boyfriend last Spring, too, and that
didn't last."
"Oh Christ," my knees buckled.
"Skip, look. I'm not trying to break you two up. I'm trying to glue
you back together. Now promise me that you'll have sex with her at least
once more. Promise me, or I won't let you make love to me."
I'm not trying to break you two up. I'm trying to glue you back
together. Old Man Me shakes his head as I remember that. Those words
haunt me, still. They ring in my ears. I'm trying to glue you back
together. At 19, those words made no sense. At 49 I can appreciate the
genius in them. Once you eschew jealousy from your life, you can see that
not everybody has the jealous gene the way you always assumed. You color a
lot of relationship decisions based on the sheer illogic of jealousy.
Standing in Suzie's room, wind gusts rattling the window, a magazine
picture of Tom Cruise taped to the wall on a 45 slant, Suzie smiling slyly
at my engorged cock... the little girl's lack of female jealousy seemed
completely bizarre. I rubbed my forehead, stalling while I carefully
examined the minefield of estrogen logic before me.
Charm offensive: I sighed and smiled. "What makes you think you even
have a choice at this point, Darlin'?"
"Promise me, Skip. Your word."
Damn.
"Sooz, I'll try, okay? I promise you that I'll try. If it doesn't work
out with me and your sister, it won't be because I just walked away.
Okay?"
Suzie blinked. "Okay," she said. "Okay." She scrambled up off her
knees and dived on her bed. Her arms reached up to me as I stood beside
the bed, taking mental Polaroids of my girlfriend's hardly-pubescent 12
year old sister, her long legs spread wide. Her thighs and shins were so
thin they made her feet seem comically big. Her palms pointed at my face.
Her stick of a torso and her long waist V-ed down into a puffy, sex swollen
mons covered in a glistening sheen of girl juice.
You're not really going to fuck her, I said to myself. Then I locked
onto her eyes, pale blue irises already locked solidly into my sight-line.
Yeah. Okay. I guess I'm going to fuck her.
Suzie fished a condom from her nightstand, ripped it open, and handed me
the flimsy rubber bubble. I hated condoms. I started to ask if she was
even menstruating, but then I just shut up and rolled it on.
I climbed on top of Suzie and locked into a long wet kiss. I kept my
weight on my elbows, sure that if I dropped on her she'd crumple flat like
an empty milk carton. We tongue wrestled some more while my tight balls
pushed into the wetness of Suzie's crack. My rock hard dick lay against
her stomach. There was enough room between us for the fingertips of one of
Suzie's hands to lightly dance up and down the back of my shaft, pressing
it against her front. I broke the kiss and leaned up a little. I looked
down at the length of my cock, from where it started at base rubbing into
Suzie's clit to where it stopped, about five inches under the line of her
breasts. Suzie followed my gaze down. Then we looked at each other. We
were both thinking the same thing.
No fucking way that cock is going to fit in that pussy.
I pulled my hips out and pushed my sheathed cockhead down even with the
pink ring of Suzie's fuck hole. I leaned in, trying to snug the cock head
in far enough to stay put while I repositioned up on my toes for a push.
Suzie took more deep breaths. She was looking intently into my eyes
when I wasn't busy staring at the mechanics of getting my sheathed cock in
her little pussy.
As soon as my hand came away from my shaft, my cock head sprang up and
slapped loud against my stomach. I tried again. positioning the swollen
helmet against her deep divot, folding the reservoir tip of the condom into
her hole. But there was simply too much glans for too little crease.
Never mind the length of my shaft, I thought. She's not going be able
to even stretch to take the head.
"You do it," I said. "Guide me in."
Suzie reached down and took and overhand grip in the middle of my prick.
She masturbated her clit with the flapping red bubble sticking out from the
tip of my cock. Then she pushed the rubber nipple down to the start of her
pussy hole and held it steady. We looked at each other. She nodded.
I leaned my weight in and drilled slow and steady. Suzie's hand dropped
my cock and both hands clawed at the front of my chest. My cock did not
pop out. Nor did it sink any deeper. It was just like hitting the soft
barrier palate at the back of a throat fuck.
"OH FUCK," Suzie yelped. "Oh fuck, Skip, I don't think I can do this."
I pushed harder and kissed Suzie's mouth. She stopped kissing and
screamed in my mouth.
"YAAAW! Wait! Wait! Wait! Gimme a second."
I held pressure steady. Suzie's pussy was wet and my cock tip was
spitting pre-come like an angry Cobra, making my second rubber skin prone
to side slips. One false move and my cock would spring up and out of fuck
position again.
Suzie tried to relax again. She closed her eyes. "Okay, now."
I pushed hard again. Again it was a soft wall of resistance.
"YEEAAHHHNOOOW! No! No!" Suzie started trying to push herself off me.
I'd been here a time or two before with other girls who had balked at the
physics of my cock. I knew what to do. I put one hand into the mattress
above her shoulder so she couldn't crawl upwards any farther. I hinged
down and grabbed an ass cheek with my other hand and spread her bottom
wide. I felt the warmth of a wider pussy swallowing my cockhead as Suzie
began to scream harder and claw at my chest. I pushed again and Suzie's
fingernails broke the skin to the side of my left nipple. My cock hit
another wall. Suzie started crying very hard and hitting at me.
Don't back down. Double down.
Romance had gone out the window with the sobbing and screaming. My
thrust was pure cruelty. I knew the pain would ebb when my cock slid in.
Good sex was just on the other side of Suzie's searing crescendo. If Hank
had tapped her little pussy, I certainly was not going to be denied. I
couldn't understand why my cock wouldn't slip in. Suzie wasn't cherry, but
her pussy might as well have been one of those ridiculous virgin twats with
a half-inch thick maidenhead. Hank must have a pencil dick if he poked
into that tiny little cunny.
I thrust again to renewed screams. My cock went nowhere. I pushed so
hard that my hard prick shaft began to kink and fold on itself. That hurt
me. I huffed and pulled my cock out. I flopped over by Suzie's side. She
kept crying hard, her arms crossing her breasts defensively.
I shushed her. I reached over and touched her chin lightly. I was
pissed off and trying hard not to show it.
Suzie's crying slowed to hitches. Her scrunched face made her look
every bit of the little girl she was. "I'm huhn! so huhn! fucking
embar-bar-barrassed!" she moaned.
"We'll try again, someday, okay?" I said. "When you are older."
Apparently this was the worst thing I could have said. Suzie started
crying even harder. She hit my chest with a feeble swat.
"Uh, okay, we'll try again tomorrow, okay? We've got time."
Suzie's sobbing slowed. Her room was getting dark with the evening.
Her shadowed face nodded. "You're going to sleep with me, tonight. Right?
I mean in my bed?"
"We're not going to both fit on this little twin," I said. "How about
Peggy's bed? It's a queen."
"No way. Peggy's bed makes me seasick."
"Your parents bed?"
"Too weird."
"Then it looks like we're sleeping separa--"
"Okay! My parents' bed. That works."
"Uh, Sooz. Nobody's sleeping anywhere until you take care of Spike."
"Oh," Suzie startled, leaning up on her elbow to examine the semi-erect
cock lalling against my hip. "Oh! Yeah. Definitely. Can I suck him?"
I thought: Well you sure can't fuck him, can you?
I said: "That would be perfect."
Suzie slid into the floor. I threw my legs over the edge of the bed.
By the time Suzie pulled the condom off my prick, it was throbbing stiff
with hot need once more. Again, Suzie didn't wait to be told to fill her
mouth. Again Suzie's fingers laced over each of her respective knees,
hovering just above the carpet.
Again, her spell of hard, whore cockhead sucking, followed by soft,
tongue-over-her-bottom-lip angel shaft sucking, followed by deepthroat
stabbing... Bliss. Absolute magma hot bliss. I was ready to come in
minutes. Instead I relaxed, thought about homework, and made Suzie work
for my come. I wasn't going to rush the best blow job of my young life.
If Suzie had stroked cock while she sucked, I wouldn't have lasted five
minutes. But she didn't stroke. She sucked. She bobbed and licked her
mouth tricks like the well-practiced suck artist she was. She
flutterlicked me from base to tip. She hardsucked the head until I cringed
with burning overstimulation. Then she held the spring pressure of my cock
against he cushion of her top lip while she fluttertongued the cock face.
That hold-and-flutter trick started the come boiling in my balls.
"You don't use your hands," I muttered between groans of ecstasy.
Suzie pulled her mouth back to the tip and held the erection pressure
against the soft cushion of her top lip so she could talk around my cock
head. "Do you want me too?" She batted her eyelashes up at me.
"No, no, I really like that you do it all with your mouth. That's
great."
Suzie took a series of wet slurps on my shaft and came back up to the
head. "Hank won't let me use my hands," she said plainly. The warmth of
the air from her talking breath soaked into my cock and rang bells in my
brain. "He says it's cheating."
"I think I like this Hank guy after all," I said. "How many times have
you sucked Hank's cock?"
Schlurp. Schlurp. Schlurp. Hard headsuck. Release and hold cock
against top lip. "I dunno. Hundreds of times, probably. Almost every day
after school since last Summer."
Schlurp. Schlurp. Schlurp. Deep throat steady. Deep throat bounce.
Schlurp.
I was definitely losing the battle. Suzie's matter-of-fact slut talk
was running roughshod over my mental cock control.
"You ever swallow Hank's come?" I grunted.
Schlurp. Schlurp. Tongue-trailing suckstroke. Hardsuck on the
cockhead. Lip hold.
"Of course," she said plainly, her eyes staring at the length of cock in
front of her.
"How many times?"
Schlurp. Figure eight suck. Pop off. Fluttertongue licks up the
shaft. Stretch up on her knees to fluttertongue on the cock face. Hot
mouth suction and cock slides back in.
"Every time," she whispered hot and breathy. "He'd beat my ass if I
spilled his spunk. He says I'd just have to lick it up anyway, even if
it's on the sheets or on the floor."
"Hank roughs you up?"
Suzie shifted into an even faster gear. Her sucks went hard and fast.
"Hank knows what he wants, and I give it to him."
Schlurp-schlurp-schlurp-schlurp. "I'll give you whatever you want, too,
Skip." Schlurp-schlurp-schlurp-schlurp. "Just tell me what you want."
Schlurp-schlurp-schlurp-schlurp. "Anything you want."
Schlurp-schlurp-schlurp-schlurp.
My balls ratcheted tight as a drum head. The upsurge tingle in the
backs of my thighs warned me that I was toast. My knees wobbled
involuntarily.
"I want you to swallow my come," I hissed through gritted teeth.
Suzie's eyeline moved from my cock to look up at my eyes. Her stretched
mouth danced a wet maypole pattern around my come hole, her tongue fishing
out randomly from her bottom lip to grab nerves on the face of my cock and
show them a soft, trailing path to where they could find release.
"You fucking better come in my mouth," Suzie growled. "I've waited so,
so long to taste your --"
As soon as my hot splooge hit Suzie's tongue she stopped talking and
started schlurping my head and shaft. I bucked my hips and thrashed my
head in orgasmic animal release. True to her word, Suzie didn't miss a
drop.
I twitched, hard and involuntary. A moment later Suzie's glottis flexed
as she swallowed a load. Over and over. No coughing. No choking. No
sour face.
When every shiver in me had washed through my central nervous system and
out my urethra, Suzie kept sucking just as hard. "Okay stop," I groaned.
Suzie didn't stop. She sucked even harder. My scalp was about to peel
away from my skull in overstimulation. I pushed lightly on her forehead
and she pushed down deeper on my shaft. When I finally pushed her head
with enough force, my cock released from her mouth with a cork gun pop.
Suzie smiled with a shit-eating satisfaction.
"Did I get it all?" She cooed.
"I think you got all mine and the guy next door's too. Jesus, Sooz.
That was terrific."
"Thanks, Skip. I've dreamed about sucking your dick forever. For.
Ever."
"Was it everything you wanted it to be?"
"Better. Except for the lovemaking, better. You came a lot!"
"More than Hanky?"
"Way more than Hanky."
"Prolly 'cause my cock is bigger," I poked.
"Your dick is a fucking monster, Skip. But I read that it's not the
size of the dick that makes a big squirter. It's the size of the balls.
Your balls are enormous. I can get both of Hanks nuts in my mouth when his
bag is tight. I don't think I could get even one of your balls in my
mouth."
"I'm going to put that to the test, Darlin'. But first I need to see
what your mom left for us in the fridge."
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<11th attachment, "Domming Daughter Dani 11 of 51- Babysitting Suzie
Part Three - Dulling the Daggers of Jealousy.doc" begin>
Domming Daughter Dani Part 11 of 51 BABYSITTING SUZIE PART THREE
By Dutchboy
copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it, change it,
try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I don't care. Just
acknowledge my original authorship and if you change anything, be upfront
about the fact that you changed it. If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss
your ass.
Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo,
spanking, mmf and mff.
------------------------------
We ate. We watched a couple of Christmas specials on TV, the really bad
Hallmark Presents kind of manufactured plots that are supposed to make
girls cry.
Suzie played her new NES Nintendo game while she sat on my lap. I think
it was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, or some similar side-to-side scroller.
I played a few rounds of team play on the other controller, my arms wrapped
around each side of the soft robe she had put on. Ma Wagner called to
check on Suzie and Suzie used a croaky fake voice to say that she was
feeling better and that I was taking great care of her. She winked at me
as she said it. Suzie handed the receiver to me and I chatted up Peggy.
It was awkward. I wanted to scream at her, but I didn't.
It was late when Suzie and I crawled into her parents' bed. I thought
it would be weird. It was comfortable, especially after months of old dorm
mattresses and the couch.
I started drifting when Suzie reached over to cock-check me. We were
both naked under the sheets. My cock twitched a little and I leaned over
and kissed her. "Tomorrow," I said.
"Okay," she said.
We found each other's hands under the covers and clenched them for
several minutes before we drifted off.
At some point I woke in the dead of night to the sound of a toilet
flushing. The sliver of light coming from under the Master Bath door went
dark. I heard Suzie's bare feet padding back to the bed. The bed frame
creaked and I felt her slipping under the sheets.
Instead of drifting back off, I stretched. My cock twitched and
thickened. I hoped Suzie would cock-check me one more time before going
back to sleep. She didn't. My cock was hungry for some
middle-of-the-night attention and there was no going back to sleep without
whacking off or putting Little Suzie Wagner back to work.
I spooned up behind Suzie. I reached down, grabbed her uppermost knee
and lifted it so my hard cock could ride across the fold of her crotch. I
dropped her knee and her legs closed around my prick. A good three inches
of the tip of my cock poked all the way past Suzie's puss and stuck out as
if she had a little hard stubby of her own. Fingertips closed around the
head of my cock and danced a soft little massage on the swollen tip. Suzie
sighed a great sexy sigh. We stayed that way for a long time until I felt
the wetness of my own pre-come start to make Suzie's soft finger job get a
little tacky and I felt her slippery pussy juice start to warm my shaft.
Without saying a word, I pushed Suzie's mouth down on my cock and pulled
her legs over the sides of my head. I'm not a huge fan of the 69. But in
the dark, it was a nice little treat, Suzie's mouth bobbed hard and fast on
my needy cock while her pussy poured honey in between my lips. With her
incredible tonguework focused on the top of my cock instead of the
sensitive underside, I kept a nice steady hard with no chance of coming.
I sucked Suzie's clit tight against the front of my top teeth and worked
it for a long time. She nearly bit my cock in half. Her bobbing mouth
stopped. She shuddered. She barked a hard, muffled grunt around the top
half of my cock. Then she collapsed onto my nose and slow sucked my cock
head as best she could while panting.
What happened next makes for lousy sex writing. I rolled on a rubber
and tried to mount Suzie's pussy once more. Once again it was all pain and
no penetration. Once again I gave up when Suzie started sobbing and
screaming in discomfort.
Once again I was frustrated, and this time I didn't do a very good job
of keeping it to myself.
"I really want to do this," Suzie sniffled. "Please don't be mad at me.
Please, Skip."
My mind raced. I hatched a plan.
"Are you sure you want to do this? Absolutely sure?"
"More than anything."
"You are going to have to trust me."
"I trust you, Skip."
I climbed out of the bed and turned on the bedside lamp next to me.
That was a mistake. The covers were pulled down and Suzie's pre-teen stick
body was on full display as the underage, too-young-to-fuck girl she was. I
shifted my concentration to how angry I was with Peggy. I convinced myself
I wasn't fucking a little girl. I was getting payback on my cheating
girlfriend by screwing her sister.
My cock liked that angle. Vengeance. Yeah. The quintessential Revenge
Sister-Fucking. Classic! My hardness piqued and my dark cock head began
trying to curve back and kiss my navel.
My dominance began to seethe and bubble.
I ducked into Peggy's room, opened her closet, and grabbed two of the
thin knit men's neckties Peggy wore, the style at the time. I also picked
up the jar of Vaseline Peggy used to remove her makeup. I brought them
back to the Wagner Master Bedroom.
The thin neckties were absolutely perfect. I tied one end around each
of Suzie's wrists and the other ends to each of the Queen bed's headboard
posts. Suzie looked as if she were being crucified. She didn't say
anything as I tied her arms down, but as I hovered over her in the
lamplight I could see the expression on her face was terrified.
Again, I was flushed with dominance. I grabbed the headboard, straddled
Suzi's head with my knees, pushed my hard cock down between her lips, and
throatfucked the living shit out her. I was merciless. I pulled out and
let her cough and choke and gasp for air for a few seconds and then I
leaned into her with all my weight once more. Somewhere between my id and
my superego, I was punishing Peggy. Poor little Suzie took every grunting
thrust. After a good five, cruel minutes of trying to force my cock
through the back of Suzie's gullet and into the pillow behind her head, I
pulled off and knelt beside her face while she coughed and caught her
breath. She watched with laser attention as I opened the Vaseline tub and
fingered out a huge dollop of cloudy jelly onto the top of my cock head. I
spun my finger around the circumference of the dark head, smearing Suzie's
spittle and my dripping pre-come into one big gloppy translucent bobble of
batter.
Suzie's eyes were enormous.
"Skip," she whispered, comprehending. "I'm not on the pill."
"Shut up," I said, positioning myself between Suzie's gams. I grabbed
her knees and pushed them wide apart until I knew it hurt her to split so
wide.
"Skip," Suzie begged. "Please put on a rubber. Please?"
I pushed my sloppy cock head into Suzie's pussy hole. "I said shut up."
Suzie's knees tried to close on me and she began muttering
"Nononononono!"
I had my weigh in the right position. My slippery cock head was
perfectly placed. My big hands closed over each of her knees and easily
kept them from pulling back together. I'm sure my expression was intense
and maniacal. I leaned forward hard. My cock slipped in the top ring of
Suzie's pussy and hit the wall once more. Suzie's yelping pitch slid high
into a siren wail. I dropped my hands to Suzie's hips, grabbed hard, and
pulled against my own thrust. Suzie's hands went purple as they tested my
amateur bondage knots. She tried very hard to pull her hands against me,
but she couldn't.
Suzie's scream pierced my ear drums. It was painful.
*Snap*
Suzie's pussy finally gave way and I fell hard and deep into her.
"Grruuuuuuuhnhhhhnnnnnnooooooooooohwowohwowohhhhh!" Suzie's howl dropped
into something absolutely demonic and deeply resonant.
Then she went silent.
I could feel her pulse throbbing in the tight vice of pink stretched
around my cock. I didn't thrust. I just held her in the tense moment and
waited to see what would happen next.
Suzie heaved a deep breath and started panting rapidly like a winded
dog.
"Now you're mine," I whispered in her ear. I began soft kisses on her
neck as I forced the smallest of thrusts with my cock.
I worked up to three inch thrusts as I held her close. Suzie felt every
inch, every bump, every protruding vein on my shaft. "Ngyhung! Ngyhungh!"
she grunted with every thrust. Her arms went slack and her back arched
slightly.
"Better now?" I whispered in her ear.
"Betternghnuh," Suzie grunted through her mouth and nose at the same
time. "But you are still killing me. Too big. Toonghyuh bhi-bhi-bhig!"
"Open your eyes," I said.
Suzie opened her eyes slightly from the tight squint she was keeping.
"Look at me," I barked.
Suzie's eyes opened wider.
"I'm going to untie you. Are you going to be good for me?"
"Yes."
"Say 'yes sir.' "
Suzie looked at me, baffled. I repeated myself with a more dominant
bark.
"Yes sir," Suzie muttered. "Please just don't pull out. Keep it in.
Please."
I pulled all the way out of Suzie's vice pussy just to be a jerk. I
reached over to begin untying the knot around her right wrist when I
happened to look down and see that my cock was glistening with a bright red
swirl of fresh blood.
"What the fuck?" I muttered, shocked. "You're bleeding."
"My cherry," Suzie moaned.
"Cherry? You're not cherry!"
"Not any more," Suzie groaned.
"You said Hank got your cherry."
Suzie's right hand came untied and immediately went to press into the
hurting womb divot above her pussy mound. "I never said any such thing,"
I pulled the knot around her left wrist free and her left hand joined
her right hand, both trying to massage the pain out of her lower stomach.
"You were cherry?"
"I was a virgin."
"You never fucked Hank?"
"No, Hank was going crazy to fuck me, but I knew it had to be you. I
wanted to give it to you first."
"Why?"
"Because," Suzie said. She was beginning to recover from the first
throes of my rape of her twat. "I love you. All of you. And you love me
too, don't you? You love all of me. Not just my vagina."
"Yes."
"Hank's great, but he's not you. I wanted it to be you. A girl's first
is forever. I wanted you as my forever."
I think I said "Wow" about fifty times in a row. My bloody cock had
time to drop to half-mast.
"I'm going to clean up," I said. "Wash up. I'll be right back."
"No," Suzie said. "Finish now. Make love to me."
"Just one sec," I said. The sight of thick red blood all over my cock
and balls was weirding me out on a primal level. Castration anxiety. I
washed my works clean in the warm splash of the master bath sink, taking
most of the petroleum jelly with it. I ran a washcloth under warm water
and brought it with me back to bed. I cleaned the blood off Suzie's
hairless mound and from the crack of her ass. Then we scooted over on the
bed to pull her out of the crimson puddle underneath her. I knelt between
Suzie's legs and let my half-rigid staff lay against the warmth of her
stomach. My hands went behind each of her knees and I pushed them wide and
back toward her shoulders. I backed my cock off her pussy so I could get a
good look at Suzie's cunny in the lamplight. I marveled at the beauty of
Suzie's bare girl pussy for the first time. I studied it. I pushed my
thumbs through the lips and folds and pulled back her clit hood so I could
see the glistening little pearl elongate and turn a bashful shade of bright
pink. I pinched and pulled her pussy lips to their full stretched wings
and released them just to watch them fold back in on themselves in a sexy
tight origami of pink cicada.
With her knees back and her ass pushed high in the air I could see the
tiny blush pink kiss of her asshole for the first time. It was as perfect
as an asshole can be; tight, flat, pale, and not even the diameter of a
dime.
I'd never fucked a girl in the ass. Never wanted to. Still, I had to
admit that Suzie had a perfect asshole, even if it was bookended by little
girl ass cheeks that were a little too narrow for my tastes.
I don't know why I thought to ask it. "Hank ever fuck you in the ass?"
Suzie went from her back to her feet in less than a second, standing on
the bed and backing into the headboard and leaning her shoulders into the
wall above it.. I've never seen another human being move from prone to
standing quite as quickly and deftly as Suzie did. It was an amazing
parkour acrobatic move before the word "parkou"r existed. .
"No, please, Skip!" Suzie looked absolutely terrified. "You will
seriously fucking kill me if you try to fuck my ass! Seriously! You'll
put me in a hospital!"
I laughed hard and long. "Relax," I said. I grabbed both her ankles
and pulled, dropping her into a seated position ontop of the pillows. "It
was just a question. Jeez." I pulled her ankles again until she was prone.
I leaned my cockhead into her fuckhole once more. She was dry. I pushed
anyway. Suzie groaned. I dryfucked her for a minute or two before her
pussy juice began to flow around the fuck friction.
Suzie was still hurting under my stroke, but it had reached a point of
toleration for her. I began to hump a little faster. Suzie's grunts
announced each slap of my balls against her perfect asshole. I started
with half my shaft sawing in and out of her and worked deeper and deeper
every few minutes until I was bottoming out against her cervix. there was
still an inch or so of cock that wasn't getting fucked, even on the deep
strokes. Thankfully, no more gore swirled on my junk when I looked down.
Suzie's little fuck hole was stretched so wide her little pussy lips were
white instead of pink.
I waited for Suzie to match her ecstasy to my fuck rhythms, but it
became obvious that she wasn't going to come. She was still in too much
pain. At that point a gentlemen would have let himself go and finished
promptly. But I was no gentleman. I punished Suzie's freshly broken
pussy. I fucked that little girl for an hour, bouncing and grinding deep
into her and then pulling all the way out so she had to endure the
discomfort of my swollen purple cockhead splitting her pussy meat over and
over again.
I felt Suzie's pussy get very warm against my shaft and I knew I was
fucking her insides raw. I kissed her long and hard.
"So you never answered my question," I said. "Has Hank fucked that
pretty ass of yours or not?"
Suzie grunted a few more times until I thought she was going to ignore
me. Then, "Yes. Yessir. Hank fucked my ass."
"How many times?"
Suzie counted while she grunted under my insistent thrust. "Five?" She
answered as if she was offering a guess at an answer to a question that I
already knew. "He wanted to fuck me so bad, I had to let him fuck my ass."
"Did it hurt?"
"Yes."
"Did it stop hurting and start feeling good?" My fuck stroke picked up
speed. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.
"It didn't stop hurting, Sir," Suzie grunted. "But it did start feeling
good anyway."
"You like being fucked in your ass, bitch?" I shouldn't have been doming
Suzie like that. Shouldn't have been calling her 'bitch' an hour after
breaking her pussy. But I did.
Suzie didn't miss a beat. "I like making boys come," she groaned.
"With my mouth or taking it in my ass, I like making boys come." Then, a
beat later, "Sir."
"What about this hot little pussy? You want some come in this hot
little pussy, bitch?"
I knew she didn't want me to come inside her. It was fun to test her.
"Anything you want, Sir," she grunted. "Anything. Any place you want to
put your come. If you want to come in my mooooouth..." Suzie opened her
eyes and licked her lips. "You know I love to taste boys' come," She
cooed. I knew she was playing me. It was terrific.
Suzie continued. "And if you want to come in my pussy--"
"My pussy," I corrected.
"Yes Sir, your pussy. If you want to come in your pussy, you can do
anything you want. But it would be so nice to taste that delicious hot
come in my mooooouth."
Suzie gave me sexy sloe eyes and a long sweep of her pointed pink tongue
across the chevron of her top lip. It was perfect. This was a twelve year
old who had studied some porn, probably more than just Playgirl. It
occurred to me that Suzie had probably pilfered some of Mr. Wags's stash
of VHS porn I'd heard about but never seen. It was too much to me.
I pounded hard and shot a gallon of come in Suzie's little twat. I
fucked and stroked and thrust until my own come started bubbling back
around the vanishing point where my cock shaft stretched the edges of
Suzie's white-pink pussy ring.
God that was fucking stupid. Taking risks with Carny's eggs was stupid.
Sperming a 12 year old little slutbox was absolutely fucking retarded. But
I did. I did. What a dumbass I was.
I collapsed on top of Suzie. We kissed for a long time until the male
instinct to roll away overcame me and I flopped on my back. Suzie got up
to pee. I fell asleep. At one point I heard bathwater running. Old Man
Me realizes she was probably douching the come out of her twat, trying to
head off pregnancy. My younger self thought she was just freshening
herself up for the next round of sex.
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Part Four - Overanalysing.doc" begin>
Domming Daughter Dani Part 12 of 51 BABYSITTING SUZIE PART FOUR
By Dutchboy
copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it, change it,
try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I don't care. Just
acknowledge my original authorship and if you change anything, be upfront
about the fact that you changed it. If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss
your ass.
Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo,
spanking, mmf and mff.
------------------------------
So...
I was a 19 year old with a natural revulsion to all things pedo. I
liked curvy, big-titted brunettes with tiny hands and feet.
And there I was, freshly sucked and fucked by a 12 year old blonde girl
with an awkward stick body and no real curves to speak of.
It had been the best sucking and fucking of my life to that point.
Absolutely mind-blowing.
Why? Because twelve year old girls are all little whores waiting to
slut for older guys?
No. It was because Suzie was just one of those girls who was boy crazy
at an early age. She was independent and often left unsupervised. She had
a need for attention that wasn't being fulfilled by her absentee drunk dad.
She fell in with a slightly older boy with the right confidence to start
training her for pornstar-quality sex. She had early exposure to
pornography in an era when porn wasn't water pouring through the open
spigot of a web browser. But most of all it was because Suzie was crazy
about me. You can't manufacture that willingness, pedos. You can't make a
little girl be head-over-heels crazy about you by sheer force-of-will. You
can't do it with gifts. It takes a lot of innocent proximity and a LOT of
time. In a manner of speaking, I'd been accidentally grooming Suzie for a
long time before I had a clue about the concept of grooming. I'd shown her
a sincere love through her early development. I hugged her often. I
treated her as an adult, even when she wasn't. I broke down physical
barriers by scratching her bare back, barriers I didn't even realize I was
breaking down at the time.
I know that's not what you want to hear in a jerk story, but that's the
truth that will keep you out of the crowbar hotel.
It's the foundation for the grooming I perfected on my own daughter so
many years later.
Honestly, I don't feel sorry for the pedos who chase young pussy and get
their leash snapped.
But from time to time you read the newspaper article about the teacher
who had a long term early teen fucktoy, and you can read between the lines
that the girl was a thirteen or fourteen year old Suzie Wagner type. You
know there was a huge crush in play. You know the guy had it all fall in
his lap. You know the guy was living large and tapping tight cunt for
months or years before the girl bragged to a friend who told another friend
who told a mom.
Those guys I feel for. That's a story as old as time, but now Outrage
Nation has upped the consequences on a bonafide jerk story
fantasy-come-true. The stakes are pretty high and the odds are pretty long
that you're going to get away Scott free.
Girls talk. You can't stop it. Sooner or later you're fucked.
Is it worth it? In the moment, does that even matter? A hard dick has
no conscience.
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<13th attachment, "Domming Daughter Dani 13 of 51 - Babysitting Suzie
Part Five - Ownership.doc" begin>
Domming Daughter Dani Part 13 of 51 BABYSITTING SUZIE PART FIVE
By Dutchboy
copyright: This work is released under the Creative Commons
Attribution Only (CC BY) License. You can copy it, paste it, change it,
try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I don't care. Just
acknowledge my original authorship and if you change anything, be upfront
about the fact that you changed it. If that ain't a square deal, I'll kiss
your ass.
Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo,
spanking, mmf and mff.
------------------------------
The rule-of-thumb in sex stories is that the second fuck of a conquest
is never as impressive or as important as the first fuck. Suzie and I had
the Wagner house to ourselves for two and a half more days.
I fucked her twice the day after Christmas. I broke down and wore a
condom, begrudgingly. The second fuck was a lot less dramatic. She was
still pretty sore from having her cherry busted. I started getting over my
pre-pubescent issues with Suzie and started really enjoying her pained-face
writhing under my fuck stroke. She was a natural, her little O-mouth
mimicking the centerfolds she'd seen in Mr. Wagner's Hustlers. Her pointy
pink tongue lolled over her teeth as she stared me down. She was tuned
into my need, working me instead of grinding for her own orgasm. That
second fucking didn't last very long, just under an hour. Suzie never
came, but I had a lovely squirt in her extra tight box.
For the third fucking I posed Suzie doggy. She was completely
unprepared for the pounding my cock perpetrated upon her tiny twat. She
was also completely unprepared for the dominance of me grabbing a wad of
the back of her hair and pulling her back into my fuckstroke. She cried
softly while I drilled her little pussy sore (more sore) and my balls
slapped her clit hood a nice rosy shade of ouch.
Something was happening to me. My shift into alpha male was evolving by
the day. I should have felt terrible about fucking a little girl so
brutally that tears poured down her face. There was no such remorse. It
was terrific. When I was fifty strokes from busting my nuts into the
safety of the rubber, I started talking shit to Suzie.
"Take it, little bitch," I growled. "You think your little boyfriend is
going to fuck you this deep? Do you? I'm going to break this pussy. I'm
going to make it mine."
Suzie's lips contorted and her teeth tried to bite off silent words.
"Whose bitch are you, Suzie?" I barked. "Whose pussy is this?"
Suzie's mouth gaped and spittle sprayed on her chin. I cranked her hair
and twisted her neck so I could see every ripple of pain go through her
face from my alpha dog position.
"Say it BITCH! Whose pussy is this?"
I guess she started to say "Yours." But it came out "Yooooohhhhhhhwuhn!"
Suzie's skinny little ass trembled, and then her spine thrashed. My
dominance and barking had coaxed her submissive twat into a hard orgasm.
Suzie's torso was still thrashing when I bubbled over and began pumping
jizz.
I collapsed on top of her in a sweaty heap. I made sure to kiss Suzie,
dote on her, and tell her what an amazing lover she was. I made a point
not to dwell on the animal part of our rough sex encounter. Suzie seemed
unfazed by my alpha-outburst. That was another important lesson for me:
Don't make excuses and don't overanalyze. A guy can get away with murder
in bed if he washes his girl's ego with saturated affection afterward.
We went to a movie for the second night in a row. I finally got to see
Rain Man. It was very much a date. After the lights went down I held
Suzie's hand. It was uncomfortable to worry that somebody I knew was going
to see me holding hands with a pre-teen, but it seemed like the appropriate
thing to do with a girl who was sucking and fucking my prick like a
long-term girlfriend.
The roads were well-plowed after the Christmas snowstorm, but there
weren't many cars out on the road as we started home from the late showing
of the movie. Peggy's two-toned pea-soup-over-grey '86 Parisenne Brougham
may have been one of the ugliest monstrosities to ever roll out of Detroit,
but the heater in that bitch could flash-fry an Easter ham in four minutes
flat. Before we pulled out of the theater parking lot, we were unzipping
our coats to get relief from the cabin interior.
A minute or two after we pulled on the highway, I looked around to see
the post-apocalyptic emptiness around us. I unbuttoned my jeans and arched
against the bench seat to push them down a few inches so my cock could
spring free through the gap in the front of my boxers. Peggy refused to
give road head. I didn't even ask Suzie. I reached over and cuffed my
fingers around the back of her neck and pulled her warm mouth down on my
cock.
Suzie immediately shifted gears into a soft moaning fellatrix. It was a
great suck. Getting it from my cheating girlfriend's pre-teen sister made
it a fantastic suck.
After a few minutes Suzie pulled her mouth off my cock with her
signature hard-suction percussive pop. She turned her face up to me.
"You want me to suck for your come, or do you want me to keep you hard
until we get home?"
She didn't wait for an answer. She latched her lips over the head and
started her amazing flutterlick against my cock face while her lips
maintained suction.
"Oh God," I moaned. "You think you can get me off before we get home?"
"Probably not," she gurgled around my cock. "Not with you. But that
doesn't mean I can't try."
God, I loved to hear her breathy sweet voice whooshing out around the
edges of my cock head. "Go ahead and try," I ordered. "But hurry up.
We're already passing the Gulf station."
In retrospect, it was probably a mistake to tell a talented little
cocksucker like Suzie to go at my prick hard when I was driving through
sloppy streets at night in an unfamiliar car. Suzie immediately sucked me
mid-shaft so fucking hard-and-hot that I felt my eyeballs go concave. My
hair stood up as a tense tsunami of overstimulation washed over me.
I don't know what was more amazing, that I made it to the Wagner garage
without wrecking the car, or that I still hadn't coated Suzie's throat with
sperm by the time the garage door thumped shut behind us.
"Didn't make it," I grunted.
Suzie stopped piston-sucking and stopped sanding my cock face with her
suede tongue.
"You going to punish me?" she asked, leaning up, digging her elbow into
my thigh. Where did she get that slut talk?
"Should I?" I stared at Suzie, trying to discern if she was flirting or
serious. Her expression was flat and serious.
"You're the boss, Sir," she said quietly.
"Do you want me to punish you?"
"No Sir. Not particularly. But it's your call."
"Just keep sucking and I'll think about it," I said. Before I finished
my sentence Suzie was deep on my prick shaft, lolling her tongue over her
bottom teeth and past her lip in an effort to please more of me. I wanted
to get out of the car and take her inside before we asphyxiated on carbon
monoxide fumes in the closed garage, the car still running for warmth. But
Suzie's suck was so damn insistent on siphoning the sperm from my balls
that I couldn't bring myself to stop her, not even for a moment.
"Does Hank punish you for not making him come fast enough?" I panted.
Schlurp. Schlurp. Moan. Headsuck. "I told you," Suck. Suck. "Hank
knows what he wants and I give it to him."
Listening to Suzie talk about sexing her boyfriend while she slobbered
her suck artistry on my hard cock was quickly becoming cone of my favorite
sperm-triggers.
"Answer my question," I panted. "Does Hank give you a time limit?"
"Sometimes," Suzie said to my newly-manicured pubes. "Sometimes I have
to suck him off under a certain amount time. Sometimes I have to suck and
make sure that he doesn't come for a certain amount of time." Suzie
schlurped and bobbed a tight suck. A tell-tale tingle twitch began tapping
out Morse code in my heels.
"How much time does he give you?"
Sluurrp. Fluttertonge to my cock face. "Fifteen minutes now."
"Now?"
Schlurp. Moan. Mmmm. "When I started sucking his cock he gave me an
hour." Schurp. "Then it kept getting shorter." Schurp. Schuck. Schlark.
"Now it's fifteen minutes."
"Can you suck off Hank off in fifteen minutes?"
Suzie nodded, sending a tremor through the base of my cock and jiggling
my balls against my boxers. "Every time, now, Sir. I get his come in my
mouth on-time, every time." Schurp. Schlup. "I think that's why he
started his new game where I'm not allowed to make him come for however
long he says." Lap. Flutter. Long shaft lick. Head suck. Pop off.
Swirl lick. "I lose that game a lot." Slurp. Pop. "A lot."
"How does Hank punish you?"
"Spanks."
"Is that it?"
"Spanks on my tits and on my pussy too, sometimes."
"Whose pussy?" I growled.
"Well it's your pussy now, Sir." Suzie bounced a suck super deep,
jamming my cock into her soft palate over and over. With a long slide she
worked up and popped off my cock. She took my shaft in her hand,
uncharacteristic. She squeezed and pumped a tight heartbeat grip at the
base of my shaft. If she had sucked for another second, I would have come.
If she'd ran her fingers over the head of my cock, I would have come.
Instead she held me at the brink with a pulsing gorilla grip right at the
transition between balls and cock. Fucking amazing.
She leaned up on her elbow and kissed me, soft and lippy. "Skip," she
said. "can we talk for a second?"
"I'm pretty sure it can wait," I panted."I'm so close."
"I know," she smiled. "When your big balls get little and tight, I know
you're close."
"C'mon," I grunted. "Suck."
"Skip, Hank is going to be home tomorrow."
"I care?"
"Hank... He's going to want to fuck me. He's waited forever. I'm
going to fuck Hank tomorrow."
"You think?" I grunted? "You think you're giving my pussy to Hank? You
think I'm going to sign off on that?"
"It's your pussy, Sir," Suzie batted her eyelashes and talked soft. It
felt like a firehose of come was pressurizing and backing up behind her
pumping vice grip on the base of my cock. "But Sir for a little bit I need
to let Hank make it his pussy. Just for a little bit. Then you can take
it back again after he leaves."
"What if I don't want Hank in my pussy?" I grunted.
Suzie smiled patiently. "Sir, Hank waited so long for you to take my
cherry. The least you can do is let him fuck your pussy a little bit
before my folks come home. Please, Sir?"
"You told Hank you were saving your Cherry for me?"
"Yes Sir."
"What did Hank say about that?"
Suzie stuck out her bottom lip in a little girl pout. She was playing
me like a Stradivarius. She affected a little girl wowsy-woo lilt to her
voice. "Hank didn't like that, Sir. Hank didn't like that at all. Hank
slapped my pussy so hard when he wanted to fuck me and I wouldn't let him
until you fucked me first, Sir."
"You got your pussy spanked just to make sure I took your cherry,
bitch?"
"Yes Sir."
"Gawd you are a little fucking slut, Suzie."
"Your slut, Sir."
"And Hank's slut."
"Yes, Sir. Your slut and Hank's slut. But right now I'm your slut,
Sir. But after you go back to college I'm going to be Hanks's slut."
"What if I don't like that?"
"Then stay here in town and don't let him take your pussy back, Sir."
Suzie smiled a perfectly evil smile.
"I can't do that. You know I can't do that." I was desperate to blow my
load. The muscles along the back of my legs began to knot with built up
tension..
"Well your cock will always be the only one to reach the very back of
your pussy, Sir," Suzie cooed. "Your cock is sooooo big, Sir. Your cock
fucks me soooo deep. Surely you can let Hank have a little bit of your
pussy for a couple of hours, Sir?" Suzie's squeeze loosened and her thin
little fingers danced up right under my cockhead. "Pleeeeeease, Sir?
Pretty please?" Suzie looked me dead in the eyes and smiled a devilish
smile. Her tongue flapped as far out from her teeth as it could stretch
and then hardened to a glistening pink point at the tip. Then the little
pink wet point danced on the face of my cock. Looking back, I'm sure she
was spelling her name on the face of my cockhead with the tippy-tip of her
tongue. Right after she dotted the "i" on my come hole I blasted sperm all
over the steering wheel, the inside of the windshield, and ricocheted a
thick white wad off her cheek and onto the radio buttons.
A crazy progression of mixed emotions duked it out with the afterglow
satisfaction of my hard, gut-wrenching orgasm. I was jealous. I was
turned on. I was jealous. I wasn't really threatened. I was jealous. I
was not jealous. I knew Suzie and I had no future. I was jealous. I knew
it was silly. I was jealous. My heart began slowing and the pulse
pounding in my neck disappeared. I realized in a few weeks I was going to
be back with Caryn. Part of me realized I was going to start training
Caryn to be the slut that Suzie was trained to be. I loved Suzie. Peggy
was cheating on me, and that made Suzie fucking her boyfriend while I was
there sting more than it should have.
Sigh.
It was all good. Jealousy is a heady aphrodisiac for the alpha male.
I had enough testosterone left in my veins to start trying to think up a
dominant way to reclaim Suzie after Hank went home. I kissed Suzie and
told her she could have Hank come over. Suzie kissed me back hard.
I turned off the car and clicked the overhead light on.
"Wow," Suzie said, looking about at the thick cloudy puddles dripping
from the car's interior. She dragged her right index finger across the
protruding radio buttons and pulled a ropey snail of my come up for
examination. Her mouth closed around the finger and sucked it clean while
she looked me in the eyes, defiantly. "I'm never going for a ride with
Peggy again without thinking about your delicious come spraying all over
the place."
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