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Doming Daughter Dani Part 14 of 51 BABYSITTING SUZIE PART SIX
By Dutchboy
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try and get some other fool to pay you money for it. I don't care. Just
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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.
------------------------------
Hank came to the Wagner house a little before 1 p.m. the next
afternoon. The word "cuckold" was not in my 19 year old vocabulary. I did
not have words for the hard tension that grew in my chest as the hour of
Hank's arrival neared. If you've ever set up a plan to double-team your
wife or serious girlfriend, you know the odd sensation I'm describing.
It's one thing to talk about your girl sucking and fucking another guy when
the two of you are horny and the threat is abstract. It's an entirely
different thing to watch a clock tick down to "go time."
Four days earlier, I had thought of Suzie's as a sexual object on par
with my desire to bone a set of snow tires. She wasn't even a needle
tremor on my tingle-meter. (Maxy, yes, Suzie, no.) Suddenly I was
proprietary. I was emotionally invested in who Suzie knelt in front of and
for whom she spread her legs akimbo.
"You want a turn before Hank gets here?" Suzie leaned against the
archway to the living room and scritched behind the ears of Oscar the
wiener dog, tucked into her left arm.
"Excuse me?"
"You want anything before Hank gets here? You want your dick sucked? I
don't want you sitting out here fuming when Hank and I go to my room."
"Maybe I'll fuck you instead." I grumbled. "Get you nice and stretched
out for Hanky-poo."
Suzie sighed. "You could do that, if you want. That wouldn't be very
nice for Hank, and it wouldn't be nice for you to make me all sore before
he gets here, but it is your pussy right now. You can do whatever you
want, Skip."
"Naw," I pouted. "I'll just take my pussy back after Hank leaves."
"I'm counting on that," Suzie winked. "You are going to be good, aren't
you?"
"Whattya mean?"
"You're not going to get in a fight with Hank when he gets here, are
you? Hank's afraid you're going to kick his ass."
"Naw." Part of me had wanted to stay and listen to Suzie and Hank fuck.
Part of me wanted to meet Hank at the door and give him a hard time.
Another part of me knew it would just be for the best if I just cleared
out. "I'm going to go hang with Ron and Don."
"The twins? Those dude with the curly red hair?"
"Yeah."
"Those guys look creepy. Sorry."
"You sister has probably fucked one or the other," I pouted.
"Back to that?" Suzie frowned. "I thought you got over that. I thought
I helped you get over that."
Helped me get over that?
Yeah. I guess three days of playing house with Suzie had done a lot to
cushion the blow of finding out that Peggy had a secret boyfriend. With
less than 24 hours before Peggy returned from Chicago, the demons were
knocking at the door again. I'd gone through hundreds of mental movies,
playing through how I was going to confront her about the other guy.
Mostly I fantasized about tying her arms to the bed with her neckties,
slapping the shit out of her, and then raping her brutally. If I got Peggy
alone in the house, that was a definite possibility. Of course, beating
Peggy senseless was going to have consequences. I still had to live
somewhere until the dorms opened. Mr.and Mrs. Wagner were laid back
parents, but they might have some questions if they came home and their
daughter's face was black and blue.
I knew two older guys at the college from our mutual high school days,
guys who had moved out of the dorms and into cheap student-slum apartments.
Both were probably in-town doing Christmas with their relatives, and
hopefully one of them might be heading back to college early and might let
me crash with him for a few days until the dorms opened. Regardless of
whether or not my relationship with Peggy blew up, I knew I wanted to get
out of the Wagner household sooner rather than later. The way they were
pretending I was part of their family when they all knew Peggy had another
boyfriend made me feel like an idiot. I thought I was part of the Wagner
family. The Wagner family thought I might make a good dog sitter when they
went on vacation. Sheesh. I had no idea how I was going to confront
Peggy, but I knew that I wanted to get out of town.
Hank was early. I was putting on my coat to walk to Ron and Don's house
when he knocked. I wish the Hank story was a better story. Old Man Me
wishes I'd stayed and had my first double-team years earlier than I
actually did. I didn't. I just opened the door. Whatever mental picture
I'd attached to Hank was wrong. He wasn't any taller than Suzie. Kinda
wide across the shoulders and compact, but not built. Hard to comment on
his hair because he'd walked in windy cold weather and it was blown into a
bird's nest. Hank was just an average 15 year old kid. Just an average 15
year old bitch trainer, and a damn good one at that.
"Uh hey," Hank looked up at me from the front porch, obviously uneasy.
"Is uh... Is Susan home?"
He was talking to me like I was Suzie's dad. It's funny to me now,
looking back. I just offered the kid my hand. "Skip," I said.
"Hey," he said. "Henry."
"C'mon in," I said, zipping my own coat and stepping out the door into
the cold as Hank stepped in. Looking back, it was so much a pantomime of
the Warner Brothers cartoon with the sheepdog and the wolf mumbling
pleasantries and clocking in before their day of evolutionary roleplay.
"Mornin', Sam."
"Mornin', Ralph."
"Done fuckin that bitch, Sam?"
"Yeah, gotta walk some feeling back into my numb balls, Ralph. Don't
you break 'er now, buddy."
"I won't, Sam. I won't."
This sounds crazy to say, but in the days before cell phones and iPhone
apps and Google and contact lists and email... it was a lot easier to find
the phone number of someone you didn't know. Because when you called
someone you barely knew to ask if they had the phone number of somebody
else you barely knew... people would HELP YOU. We weren't nearly as
privacy minded back then. Everybody was in the same boat. If you were
asked for information to help someone out, you understood what it was like
to be in those same shoes. Ron and Don's mom knew Barry's mom. Barry's
mom went to the same church as William (apartment guy #1) and got his
number from the church directory and vectored it back to me. That took an
hour. Don had the phone number of a girl from our class who had dated Troy
(apartment guy #2). Troy's number was scrawled onto a paper towel and
dropped in my lap in less than six minutes.
I'd never had much of a connection with William, and he let me know it.
He blew me off quickly. Troy turned out to be pretty cool He was headed
back to college three days later and it was no problem to pick me up from
Peggy's house and let me crash on his couch for a few days as long as I
chipped in on groceries. Three days wasn't soon enough for my taste, but
it was better than eight more days of humiliation. I could probably even
pick up some shifts at the Chinese Restaurant and fill the gap in my wallet
left by all my days off.
My last night alone with Suzie Wagner wasn't the alpha male reclamation
of pussy that I planned. For the most part I fucked her slow. I kissed
her a lot. I kept the condom on. I worked her tit buds over with slow and
tender sucks. I kissed her neck and chewed her earlobes. I've never been
one to equate love with tender sex, but tender sex was the obvious kind of
sex Suzie and I had yet to share.
Half way through the sex session I backed off the bed and stood up with
Suzie still attached to my cock. If Caryn had been effortless to fuck
standing up, then Suzie might as well have been carved out of Styrofoam.
One-handed alternating grips on her ass cheeks was more than enough to hold
her steady. She had good cowgirl balance. Her heels locked behind my
knees and she rode my cock up and down as much as I stroked in and out of
her. I was so deep into Suzie's pussy, Suzie was so light, and Suzie was
so perfectly balanced... It occurred to me that I could slap her arm hard
and she might spin around my prick like a propeller.
Suzie was doing a yeoman's job of keeping the deep-fuck pain off her
face. But I could tell she wasn't really into the upright hump. I put her
back down on the bed and fucked up-tempo for a long stretch.
"How was Hank?" I whispered into the earlobe I chewed. "Did you come?"
'No," Suzie cooed into my shoulder. "I didn't come."
"Why not? Hanky-poo not a good fuck? Is his cock too small to satisfy
my pussy?"
"He came really fast," Suzie said. "The first time."
"The first time? What happened the second time?"
"The second time Hank fucked my ass."
"Did he fuck your ass for a long time?"
"Over an hour."
"Hmmm. Over an hour and you didn't come?"
"No, I came while he fucked my ass."
"You said you didn't come."
"I thought you were asking if I came when he fucked my pus-- Your
pussy."
"So you came while you were getting buttfucked?"
"Yes. Yes Sir."
The tempo of my fuck stroke was getting faster. Suzie's slutty talk was
pulling away the thread at the edge of my resolve faster and faster.
"You come from butt fucking?"
"No Sir. Hank reaches around and rubs my p-- your pussy while he fucks
my ass."
"I want to you to come for me too."
"I'm trying, Sir."
"Tell me what you want."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"Well, could your lick me again? Please? That was my best orgasm
ever."
I did not want to stop my fuckstroke but I pulled out. I slid down and
pulled Suzie's legs around my shoulders. I hooked my arms around her hips
and split her hairless pussy wide with my fingertips. I walked the clit
hood upwards into my grip until her glossy pearl popped up, as pointy as
the tip of Suzie's pink tongue when she was licking her name on a cock. My
tongue lapped clockwise circles around Suzie's clit as I watched her face
twitch. I reversed direction and her chin poked up immediately. Got it.
Suzie likes it counter-clockwise. I poked my tongue as deep into Suzie's
fuck hole as it would go and wiggled it. Then I pulled up long, hard, dog
laps over the short arc of her young pussy pink until my tongue tripped
hard over her clit nub. Then I pushed back into her fuckhole and repeated
the long licking over and over. When the rough flat of my tongue sanded
across Suzie's clit she'd arch and dig her heels into my back as her ass
came off the bed. I lapped and licked and sucked clit for a half an hour.
I knew I could suck Suzie's clit against my top teeth for a few minutes and
snap her bean quickly, but I tried to give her pussy as much pleasure as
she'd given my cock over the previous four days.
Suzie's wet velvet pussy juiced and then juiced some more. I delayed
the big finish by trying to lap all the wet out of Suzie's pink folds,
which only made her gush wetter. By the time I sucked her clit against my
top teeth, Suzie was trashing, her shoulders spending as much time off the
mattress as they did on it. She reached down and pulled my hair so hard I
was sure it was going to rip away from my scalp.
"Nggghghuuuuuunhhnnn!" Again, she orgasmed an exorcism. Her entire body
contorted into a tangled corkscrew. Then the ass tremors. Then the
collapse. Then a long stream of panted sacrilegious profanity that had no
place spilling out of the lips of a twelve year old.
"Thank you," she panted. "You have got to teach Hank how to do that."
Ironic. Little Suzie Wagner inadvertently taught a lot of other girls
how to suck and fuck a man by teaching me how to be sucked and fucked
properly.
I licked the pussy juice off my lips and raised up on my knees. I
gripped my condom-wrapped cock to stroke it hard enough to get a good
re-entry on Suzie's tight little twat. Over the past forty minutes, I had
leaked so much pre-come into the rubber that the top half of it was sliding
all over my cock. That's what I hate most about rubbers. My cock spits a
lot of pre-come and I hate fucking a rubber instead of pussy when it starts
slipping around my cockhead.
I pulled the condom off with a snap. Suzie watched, concerned.
"Don't worry," I said. "I'll pull out."
Suzie's expression did not convey trust. I pushed my cockhead back
through the tight ring of her fuckhole and slip deep into her pulsing wet
warmth. Absolutely divine.
I pumped for a few minutes and then said, "I want to paint you."
"Absolutely," she said.
"Where do you want it?" I asked. "Pussy, tits, or face?"
Suzie didn't miss a beat. "Everywhere. You come so much, I want it on
my face. I want it on my tits. I want you to splash and mark your pussy
too. I know you can do it. I know you've got enough come in those big
balls of yours."
God, that trampy mouth of hers.
I pulled out and raised to my knees. Instead of pulling on my cock, I
set my hands on my hips. "You do it," I ordered. "Paint yourself in my
come."
Suzie looked at me curiously. Then she propped on one elbow and licked
her cock-stroking hand in a showoff sweep before latching it around my
meat, just under the head. She looked me in the eye as she jacked hard and
hot. Suzie's chin dropped and her mouth lolled into an open pink circle.
The tip of her tongue arched out and danced in the air, stretching eagerly
to catch any flying spunk.
After an active four days, I didn't have much sperm left in me to make
an interesting porn tableau out of Little Suzie Wagner. One shot hit just
above her right tit bud. Two shots hit her neck. She pointed her stroke
higher as if to get my come to arc just a few inches higher onto that
desperate tongue of hers, but the next few ropes didn't make it any farther
than her belly button. Suzie hinged my cock shaft down and began swirling
residual sperm drips through the folds in her pussy.
I didn't get her everywhere, but I came close.
Suzie showered. I showered. I was crawling into her small bed with her
to finish off our last night in a tight spoon embrace.
"You better sleep on the couch," Suzie said.
"Ouch. Is the honeymoon over?"
"No. Sometimes my dad gets a bug up his ass to start driving home after
midnight. You better play it safe."
It was a good call. At five in the morning Peggy and Mr. and Mrs.
Wags stumbled through the garage door and waved at me on their way back to
their respective beds. After the house went quiet, Peggy snuck back into
the living room and kissed me awake.
"Hey, Sweetie," she whispered. "I missed you." She kissed me again with
an open mouth.
"I missed you too." I wasn't sure if I meant it or not.
Peggy pushed her hand under the afghan and rubbed at the boxers covering
my cock. When she found me flaccid she pushed under the elastic band and
tried to tug me into an erection.
"Did Spike miss me?" she whispered.
"Of course," I mumbled. "Just totally tired right now, Sorry."
"You sure?"
"Sure. Thanks."
"Who are you?"
"I was drinking at Jimmy's," I said.
"Oh. Okay." Peggy kissed me again and tip-toed back to her room.
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Doming Daughter Dani Part 15 of 51 PEGGY RETURNS
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.
------------------------------
The following night, Peggy again crept back into the living room after
her folks and Suzie had gone to bed. She sat leaned over the couch and
pulled the covers down. She fished out my cock and this time the
treacherous bastard thickened under her soft attention. I sat up on the
couch and Peggy sat in the floor, Peggy-style.
Peggy pulled my underwear off and dropped her mouth on my cock and went
to work.
No such thing as bad head, right? Peggy's charity suck was nice, but it
suffered by comparison. She sucked and bobbed for a time. I leaned back
and enjoyed the moment as best I could. I thought about dropping the bomb,
asking if that was the way she sucked her soldier's boyfriend cock too. I
didn't. I didn't say anything.
Instead I stood up and pulled Peggy's nightshirt off and unsnapped her
bra. I spent awhile feeling up her big heavy tits. Mapping them.
Committing them to memory. I pinched her nips as best as a guy can pinch
flat nips. I pulled her up on the couch and shucked her panties out from
under her. Peggy's hand immediately parted her fat pussy lips and gripped
my cock overhand. She guided me in, her face cringing in expectation of
the big stretch. I fucked her.
That's it. I just fucked her. Not slow, not fast, not rough, not
tender. I made a promise to Suzie and I kept it. I fucked Peggy. Peggy's
pussy was tight, but it wasn't Suzie-tight. Peggy's twat was wet, but it
wasn't Suzie-wet. Peggy moaned a little under my thrusts, but it wasn't a
Suzie Slut Story. Peggy tried to make me happy, but she didn't worship me
the way Suzie did. A thousand times I had told Peggy to kneel while she
sucked me, and she did it once, and only after I beat her ass. Suzie
sucked from her knees without being told. Peggy's blow jobs started strong
and then devolved into lazy wet handjobs. Suzie's blow jobs were all mouth
and no hand. I told Peggy to call me "Sir" once when I beat her ass and
she called me "Sir" once. I told Suzie to call me "Sir" once and she
called me Sir at every opportunity.
Suzie Wagner "got it." Suzie Wagner understood men. Suzie Wagner
pleased men because she took pride in her ability to please men.
Peggy Wagner did not "get it." Peggy Wagner put up with men. Peggy
Wagner sucked and fucked because she had to suck and fuck to keep the
peace.
I gushed deep into Peggy's cunt. I let Peggy out from underneath me and
she hopped off the couch and quickly pulled on her panties to keep my sperm
from washing out on the couch and floor. She kissed me goodnight and went
back to bed.
And that's when I knew how my relationship with Peggy would play out. I
was not going to confront her at all. I wasn't going to say good bye. I
wasn't going to tell her that I was leaving early with Troy. I was just
going to disappear and -- unlike Lot's wife -- I was not going to look
back. I'd get back to school. I'd tell Cliff to make some excuse when
Peggy called. Sooner or later, she'd get the hint.
It was pretty immature, but lying on that couch it seemed like a genius
solution to a bad situation. Just walk the fuck away. Enjoy your
boyfreind, Bitch. I have a new, submissive girl to train and I won't
suffer for lack of pussy, cheating bitch.
(Yeah, I know. Old Man Me appreciates the irony too.)
That was the last time I fucked Peggy. I had a day and a half left with
the Wagners and Little Slutty Suzie before Troy came to pick me up. I
figured it would be a quiet little waiting game. I figured it would be
uneventful.
I was wrong. Whoo boy, was I wrong. How many lives would have turned
out so very different if Troy Flinting had decided to go back to college
one day earlier than he did? Wow. If only.
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Doming Daughter Dani Part 16 of 51 FIRST THREESOME
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.
------------------------------
On my last full day with the Wagners Peggy had a ten hour shift at the
shoe store. She wasn't due home until after ten at night. At
eleven-thirty in the afternoon I kissed her for the last time.
"Hey, what are you gonna do tonight?" Peggy asked.
"Dave, Jimmy, and the twins and I are probably going to hang out at High
Score," I said, referencing the local video arcade.
"Oh, okay," Peggy said. "I'm probably going to swing by Dixie's house
after work."
"Oh," I said. My face flushed with humiliation. "Still looking at
colleges, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Has she considered going into the military?" I asked.
"Uh..." Peggy looked at me suspiciously. "Uh, no. Don't think so."
"That's too bad," I said as flatly as I could. "I hear it's a great way
to get laid."
Peggy stayed silent for a beat, examining my blank expression for clues.
"That so?"
"So I hear." I stared her down.
"Oh. Okay. Well I'll see you later. "
"Mmm," I said. I turned and walked out of the room.
Jimmy never showed. Dave and the twins had family obligations so our
night ended early. They dropped me off at 8:30 and I let myself into the
Wagner house. Mom and Dad Wagner were gone. There were no sounds of life.
Then Suzie opened the door from the basement and stuck her head through.
"Hey Skip."
"Hey Darlin'. Whatchew doing in the basement by yourself?"
"Maxy's here. We're playing pool."
"With what? Nerf balls? I didn't hear a thing."
"We were goofing off."
"Ah."
"Wanna come downstairs and hang out with us?"
"Don't want to encroach on your time with Ma--" Suzie shut me up by
walking to me and planting a tongue-twisting kiss on my yapper.
"Come downstairs." Suzie whispered.
"I can do that," I said.
I followed Suzie down the stairs into the partially finished basement.
Mr. Wags got the drywall up and some cheap wall-to-wall carpet on the
floor and lost interest in further remodeling shortly after he lost
interest in his new pool table. There was an ashram-quality pile of
multicolored pillows on the floor in the far corner of the basement,
underneath a vent register. Maxy was splayed out in the pillows like a
little Italian cupie doll.
"Hola, Maxine," I said.
Maxy looked at me and blushed.
"What's with you?" I asked.
"Nuthin'" Maxy said. She chewed on her lip and tried not to look me in
the eyes.
"Aw shit!" I slapped my forehead. "Suzie! Goddammit. You fucking big
mouth!"
Suzie laughed and dove into the pillows beside Maxy. "I couldn't lie to
my best friend!"
"Geez fuck! You're going to get me in trouble. You're not exactly
legal." Damn skippy she wasn't legal. Not so much a pending panic
situation back in those days, though.
"Well then you better be nice to me or I'm going to tell-ell!" Suzie
sang and giggled.
"Your dad is 300 pounds," I said. "I can outrun your dad all day long.
How long can you outrun your sister?"
"C'mere!" Suzie smiled and patted the pillow between her and Maxy.
I flopped between them. Suzie wasted no time putting her hand on my
shoulder and kissing me passionately. I went with it for a few minutes.
Then I notice Maxy staring right at us as if we were a zoo exhibit. I
broke the kiss.
"We're being rude to your friend," I said."Maxy doesn't want to watch us
make out. And I'm not sure I want to put on a performance for Maxy."
"Maxy wants to watch," Suzie laughed. "Dontcha Maxy?"
Maxy answered by shrinking even smaller and blushing hard with a bright
red flush of her olive skin. I knew Maxy and Suzie lived on the deck of
Suzie's backyard pool during the Summer. I'd seen them both sunning
topless before Sue got her buds and Maxy got her big juicy gazongas.
Suzie's skin had returned to it's cream color, but Maxy was still golden.
"I'm pretty sure that's a 'no,' " I said.
"Maxy," Suzie made a big-eyed showy threatening face that I was not
supposed to see. "Max, you fucking chicken shit."
I didn't understand what was going on. I watched Suzie stare at Maxy
and tip her forehead toward me.
"C'mon," Suzie said to Maxy.
Then to me: "Skip, Maxy was wondering, uh, asking if you might want to
kiss her. Dintcha, Max?"
I looked at Max. Maxy looked absolutely mortified. I couldn't tell if
Suzie was putting me on or if Maxy had talked shit with Suzie and then
rethought the reality of her words with me laying inches away.
Since Maxy filled out with her new tits and curvy ass, I thought she was
absolutely adorable. I liked tiny girls and Maxy was no taller than four
foot nine. I liked dark brunettes and Maxy had long dark wavy hair. She
was a smaller version of Peggy with a tiny button nose and bigger eyes. To
say Maxy was older than Suzie is kind of disingenuous. Maxy had turned 13
at the end of October and Suzie's 13th birthday would be on Valentine's
Day. Maxy was just an early bloomer and Suzie's body development was
running way behind her trampy little brain..
"Maxy," I sighed. "It would be my great pleasure to kiss you. Would
you do me the honor?"
Maxy's response was to look nervously at Suzie and gulp. I leaned over,
pinched Maxy's chin in my fingers, and lifted her mouth upwards as I
dropped in for an extra-soft closed mouth kiss. Maxy closed her eyes and
melted into a puddle of wistful goo. I pulled away for a second and Maxy
just hanged there in the moment. I went back and kissed her again. And
again. then I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue against her tongue and
a whooshing, passionate exhale hissed out of her nose.
"Wow," Maxy said when I broke the kiss. I leaned over and kissed Suzie
again. Suzie and I tongue wrestled, and my testosterone took over. I
stopped play-kissing and started trying to eat Suzie's soft mouth. Suzie
broke the kiss and pushed my cheek towards Maxy.
Oooooookay. It took me that long to "get it." It was on.
I lip-locked Maxy and pushed her onto her back in the pillow pile.
Suzie's fingers pushed into my sides, grabbed my Izod and began peeling it
upwards. I broke with Maxy long enough to let it fly. I pushed Suzie down
so she was parallel with Maxy and just mere inches separating their
shoulders. Each of my knees pushed between the girls' respective shins and
I distributed my weight so that I was half laying on them both.
I traded between the girls' tongues. Maxy wasn't much of a kisser, but
she was definitely swept up in the moment.
I decided to push my luck and see what my boundaries really were. My
left hand went under Suzie's shirt and bra and locked a squeeze on her
right tit bud. My right hand groped Maxy's right melon on the outside of
her shirt. Nobody complained. Within a minute, I tugged and peeled Suzie
bare from the waist up. I took turns sucking her titty buds for a token
amount of seconds. Then, onto the main event, I unwrapped Maxy's new jugs.
her bra was a front snap, and when the cups parted to reveal those
knockers... Holy fucking shit. I'm sure drool spilled over my bottom lip.
Her tits were spectacular. Her nips were hard, long, and a dark reddish
brown. No tan line. Gravity held no sway on those fresh sweater-puppies.
They stared back at me. I bit into Maxy's nipples like a starving hyena,
grunting and slurping and moaning as my teeth closed around Maxy's tender
nips and my mouth lifted to stretch her tit from pear-shaped to wigwam.
Maxy yipped. Maxy squirmed. Maxy's right leg (on the inside of my right
leg) squirmed and her crotch humped against me.
"Hey now," Suzie cleared her throat.
I bit into Suzie's left bud with more subdued ferocity. I opened my
mouth wide and took the entire scoop of flesh into my mouth and tried to
suck hard enough to bruise her whole nubbin with one big mouthful of
suction. Suzie seemed to like that even more than having her pink nips
worked over. I popped off and gave the right tit equal attention. Both my
hands fished at the damp crotch of both the girls' jeans at the same time.
Suzie wiggled out from under me and shucked herself completely nude in
one deft motion. As I was unzipping Maxy, Suzie started pulling my button
fly jeans in two directions. I hopped to my feet so Suzie could pull my
jeans off. The engorged head of my cock was already protruding several
inches up and out of the top elastic band of my boxers. After a second
those were gone too. I towered over my preteen fucktoy and my soon-to-be
barely-teen conquest. Suzie was smiling demurely, propped up on an elbow
and smirking at Maxy. Maxy was staring at my cock with her mouth agape in
absolute shock.
"Who's first?" I looked back and forth between them.
"Meeee!" Suzie raised her hand. She was having fun. Maxy continued to
look terrified.
I lay on my back between the girls and Suzie rolled between my legs.
With no ceremony, her mouth locked onto my cockhead and she started slow,
deep suckstrokes, moaning softly on every upsuck. I pulled Maxy into my
left armpit and we kissed. Her mouth was smokey like Suzie's, but it
didn't have Suzie's crazy-soft texture. It was a mind blowing rush to coax
Maxy's tongue to dance against mine while Suzie's tongue frenched with my
come hole.
I started working on getting Maxy's bluejeans off, trying not to break
Maxy's kiss or arch away from Suzie's tight little suck, not even for a
second. Maxy didn't assist. I got jeans and panties pushed below Maxy's
knees, and that was enough for me to see the blush line of Maxy's pussy
folds bisecting the middle of her dark pubic curls. I pushed my fingers
into the sloppy mush of Maxy's little puss. Passive Maxy didn't even
spread her legs. I had to pull my hand from Maxy's hot twat and jerk her
closest knee further towards me to get Maxy's legs wide enough for a good
entree to her cunt. As soon as I pulled her mound wide open I was hit by
the sweet and tangy waft of Maxy's juices. I hadn't really noticed the
smell of Suzie's pussy unless my nose was in it. There was one aspect of
Maxy that wasn't passive and it was the nose tang of her twat.
Maxy's pussy was lippy and fat like Peggy's. Big wings. Maxy had no
clit hood and her dark pink button was open for business.
Maxy also laid there like a lump, panting under the attention of my
fingertips as they danced a little swirling spell over the tactile glossy
braille of her dripping snatch.
Suzie sucked her artistry the same way she always did.
I stopped kissing Maxy and watched Suzie suck my blushing prick while my
fingers continued to sweep up and down the length of Maxy's snatch, her
little clit drumming through the spaces between my fingertips as they
passed by, pointer-to-pinky, and then reversed, pinky-to-pointer.
Maxy started watching Suzie work me with a fascination.
"Does that look like fun?" I whispered to Maxy.
Suzie looked up and smiled at us while she bobbed away.
Maxy blushed and tried to ignore me.
"C'mon, Sweetie," I said to Maxy. "Why don't you give Sooz a hand?"
Suzie popped off my cockhead and slowly stroked the length of my shaft
with swirling fingers. "C'mere, Chickenshit," she smiled at Maxy. "I want
you to meet Spike."
Maxy didn't move. I got the flat of my hand behind Maxy's shoulder
blades and pushed her down to my hips.
It took Suzie two minutes of coaxing to get Maxy's timid hand to reach
over and run her fingertips down the front of my shaft. She still looked
afraid and uncomfortable.
"Spike's not going to bite you," Suzy teased. "C'mon. Hold him. Hold
him right here under the head. That's right. No, harder. Tighter."
"I don't want to hurt him," Maxy whispered. It was the first time Maxy
had spoken in the twenty minutes since I first kissed Suzie.
"You can't hurt a cock," Suzie said. "Guys like it when you squeeze it
hard or suck it hard. It makes your hand feel like a vagina. Look." Suzie
pulled my cock out of Maxy's half-assed grip. She laced the fingers of
both her hands around the base of my cock and squeezed so hard she grimaced
and her thin little biceps quivered. Then she gripped my cock with one
hand and whacked it hard and loud against her opposite palm several times.
"See," she said. "Did that hurt, Skip?"
"Actually it felt pretty good."
"Right," Suzie said. "So you hold Spike, Maxy. Yep. Perfect. God,
Skip's dick is so big your little midgit hand barely goes all the way
around it. Now squeeze. Good. See the pre-come spill out the top when
you squeeze?"
"Uh-huh," Maxy mumbled. Her eyes remained glued to my cock as if were
going to turn into a woodpecker at any moment and drill her right on her
tiny nose. Maxy's doe eyes were normally bigger than average, but her
bewilderment made her look as if she had spilled from the pen of a Japanese
anime pervert.
Suzie wrapped her hand around Maxy's stroking hand to show her the
rhythm of a good handjob.
"No," Suzie scolded. "Higher. The top of your stroke has to come up
just over the head. No, you're squeezing at the top and pushing down. You
let your fingers glide down, squeeze, and pull up. See. Like that. Good.
You're trying to coax the sperm into flying upward, so you show them how
they should come upward. If you stab down, you're pushing the sperm back
in Skip's balls. Right Skip?"
"Uh, sure." Wrong facts, right thesis.
"Good," Suzie cooed at Maxy's semi-competent cock stroke. "Now give
Spike a nice kiss."
Maxy made an unpleasant face. "Sooz," she whispered. "It's all
sticky!"
"That's just pre-come," Suzie assured her. "It doesn't taste like
anything. Here." Suzie pulled her index finger across my bubbling come
hole and held the glistening drop in front of Maxy's face.
Maxy was having none of it. She stopped stroking and leaned backwards.
"C'mon, Max," Suzie said sternly. "Don't be a pricktease. You're the
one who wanted to do this."
"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd really do i-- ugh!"
Before Maxy stopped talking Suzie stuck her coated finger in Maxy's
mouth. Maxy's sour expression moved through a dozen different incarnations
before it reset to normal.
"Salty," Maxy said.
"Just a little. Sperm is a lot saltier. It tastes totally different
than pre-come," Suzie said. She assumed Maxy's stroke and pointed my
cockhead right at Maxy's mouth. "Kiss. Kiss Spike. Show Skip how cute
you think he is by loving on his dick a little bit. Kiss Spike right on
the face."
Maxy kissed my cockface tentatively. Then with more confidence. Then
she took possession of my shaft from Suzie and licked gently.
Too gently. "Mmmm," I lied. "That's nice, Max. More. Good girl.
Lick longer strokes with your tongue. There you go, baby. Good."
Maxy's big eyes went to slits as she concentrated on tasting the various
parts of my shaft. Her hair spilled down and made it difficult to watch.
When Suzie saw Maxy focused on kissing and licking my cock, she looked up
at me and rolled her eyes comically as if to say "Amateur!" Or maybe it was
"Finally!"
Suzie crawled up and we took turns kissing and watching Maxy lick cock
between the parting and closing curtains of her long bangs.
"Suck," Suzie said. "Suck Skip's dick."
"I don't know how," Maxy whined.
"Tongue is good. Teeth are bad," Suzie chided. "Now suck Skip's dick,
Max."
"It's too big for my jaw," Maxy whimpered.
"Goddammit," I barked in my deepest voice. "Suck my cock, Maxy. Now!"
Maxy flinched. She looked up at me with enormous, frightened eyes.
Then she looked at my cock. Her head moved closer. Her lips closed over
my come hole. Then the amazing soft warmth as she pushed down...
Followed by the searing pain of her top and bottom teeth chewing the
fuck out of me.
"Hi-yiiiiii!" I yelped.
"Maxy!" Suzie scolded. "No teeth!"
Maxy pulled off, taking more skin with her. In Maxy's defense, the
proportion of my cock was probably just too big for her little girl mouth.
"I told you!" Maxy whined defensively. "It's just too big!"
"It's not too big," Suzie said. "You mouth is no smaller than mine and
I can do it. Just make a soft little pocket out of your lips and tongue
and the roof of your mouth. Suck as much as you can as soft as you can.
No. Stop. You're going to bite Spike's head off. Wrap your lips around
your teeth. Right. Now. Good. There you go. There you go. How's that
feel, Skip? Good?"
It was better, but not great.
"That's great, Maxy," I said. Suzie and I went back to tongue wrestling
while I pinched her tits and rubbed at her hairless twat.
After an eternity of Maxy's teeth scraping and Maxy's inadvertent
biting, Suzie broke from my mouth and slid back down next to Maxy. Maxy
had yet to get much more than a few inches of cock in the woodchipper that
was her mouth. Suzie flattened her tongue and started working a warm lick
from my balls all the way up until her lips pushed into Maxy's stretched
bottom lip. After a few minutes Suzie said "Trade me, Max."
Maxy let go of my cock and it slapped loudly against my flat stomach.
Without using hands, Suzie sucked hard at the face of my cock and pulled it
perpendicular before her lips spilled over the crown and she started
sucking me in earnest.
"Luhuck." Suzie grunted to Maxy with her mouth full of purple cock.
Maxy just looked at her.
"Gahhammut luhuck," Suzie repeated.
Maxy didn't move.
Suzie popped off and held my erection in her hand. "Maxy, lick the
parts I'm not sucking. C'mon. Don't just sit there. Show Skip you like
him, okay?"
Suzie stretched her mouth around my prick once more. A few beats later
Maxy leaned in and started lapping at the crease between my balls and
shaft.
That was the highlight of the mindblowing, ego-nuclear threesome: Suzie
expertly pleasuring the top half of my cock while Maxy's tiny tongue
whetted out some warm courage on the base. The smell of pussy and the
sight of all that submissive estrogen kneeling beneath me -- worshipping me
-- drove me out of my fucking mind. I liked sluts, and I also liked raw
innocence in a girl. Getting both sucks at the same time sent my
testosterone chemistry into caveman overdrive. If you've tried Viagra,
even just playing around with it like I did with my free sample, then you
understand that there's a type of erection where sensitivity of you cock
nerves drop, but your cock is still hard enough to hammer a silly straw
through a Sworoski Crystal polar bear. The need burns hot, but your cock
nerves take a deep breath in preparation for a long pleasure session... or
multiple pleasure sessions. That's where I was, ripped-and ready to hump
and thrust as many combinations of pussies and mouths as I could before my
cock burst into fricative flame.
Suzie started teaching Maxy like a schoolmarm. "Okay, there are three
basic sucks. First is the headsuck." Suzie sucked my cockhead hard. She
bobbed five times and popped off with hard suction. "Guys love that, but
they can't take too much. You'll burn out their nerves, and then you're
fucked because they stay hard but they won't come. So just a little bit of
headsuck at a time. Okay, now you headsuck."
Maxy leaned over and sucked hard at the tip of my cock while Suzie
squeezed the shaft.
"The second basic suck is the deep throat. This takes practice." Suzie
deepthroated me as best she could. She thought she was deeper than she
was. Peggy's deepthroat may have been the only superior sex skill she had
over her little sister. Suzie pushed her soft palate hard against my shaft
for a long count and then pulled off. "Try it." Suzie pointed my cock at
Maxy's mouth and Maxy went as deep as she could, which was not very deep at
all.
"That was pathetic," Suzie said. "You need to practice on a pencil.
Get your gag reflex down. Okay, guys love deepthroat, but they won't come
from deepthroat. So the third basic suck is the most important. It's the
middle suck. Hank calls it the 'whoresuck.' " Suzie abruptly went to town
on my cock with a straight-out head bob, taking as big a sweep as she could
over and over. She popped off and Maxy gave me her best suck of the night
while Suzie gripped the base of my prick.
"Good, now suck the corners."
"What?" Maxy said. "Corners?"
Suzie dragged her fingers up the sides of my cock, but angled slightly
forward toward the front of my shaft. Sort of the 45 axis from the front
of my cock. "Here. The sides, but not exactly the sides. You want to
keep everything slightly to the front. That's what makes boys come. You
can suck all over their dicks to make them happy, but you have to suck the
front parts to make them come. If you overdo the whoresuck, boys get
bored, so you break it up and suck the corners. Like this."
Suzie dropped back into her bobbing "whoresuck" for about ten seconds,
and then started twisting her neck to suck the "corners" of my cock shaft.
I never thought of that line on my cock shaft as being a "corner" but I
loved the change-up, and I loved watching Suzie's pretty blonde head rock
from side to side as she pleasured the edges of my shaft and the sides of
my cock head.
Maxy took a turn at "sucking the corners" while Suzie kept her grip on
the bottom half of my pecker. Maxy's little cupie doll mouth was just too
small to do a very competent job. Suzie had said their mouths were the
same size, but they weren't. Maxy was a tiny little bitch with big
knockers. When that those petite pink lips stretched around my meat, Maxy
made my cock look absolutely huge by proportion. Another great ego blast.
When Maxy came off my cock for air, Suzie said, "Now kiss Skip again.
And this time kiss him like you're trying to show him what a good dick
sucker you are. Your kiss is kind of a promise to a boy. You're promising
him how good you're going to suck his dick. Think about that while you
kiss Skip."
Maxy crawled over my leg and did as she was told. Her kiss was - indeed
-- far superior to any smooching we'd done all evening. My internal
temperature crept warmer. Suzie earnestly started sucking for my come.
Her suction was tight. Her mouth was spiraling all over the front and
sides of my cock and cockhead. Maxy tongue kiss was smoldering. I knew I
was going to come soon if I didn't change things up.
I reversed positions on Suzie, pushed her back into the pillows and
started to mount her. She stopped me long enough to fish a condom out of
her discarded bluejeans, rip it from the package, and hand it to me. I
sighed and rolled the rubber over my cockhead. As per usual, it locked
right around the crown of the head and it took a little work to get it
rolling again. As soon as the rubber moved a half inch behind my cockhead
i made Maxy roll it the rest of the way down.
Then I was deep into Suzie, missionary. I humped hard and deep while
Suzie's awkward feet did their puppet string dance in the air to the side
of my hips. Maxy just kneeled beside us and watched me pound Suzie's twat
for a long time. Every so often I'd lift up and kiss Maxy while I kept my
fuckstroke time in Suzy, or I'd suck Maxy's tits for a few moments. Then
I'd go back to trying to make Suzie grunt out an orgasm.
Now, as you might imagine, I've returned to the memory of my first
threesome many many many times over the past twenty-plus years. Old Man Me
regrets that I didn't make more of the opportunity. Old Man Me fantasizes
that I doggy fucked Suzie while I made her lick Maxy's puss. Old Man Me
fantasizes that I kept pulling my cock out of Suzie's cunt and making Maxy
lick and suck Suzie's pussy juice off, just to put it right back in Suzie's
twat and get it wet all over again. (Of course, in my fantasy there's no
condom at all, just cock, mouth, and pussy.) But on that late December
night in 1989, I wasn't clearing a long checklist of fantasies. I was busy
pounding the shit out of Little Suzie Wagner's pussy while her
gorgeous-but-overly-shy best friend knelt beside us and watched.
I had been fucking for Suzie's orgasm, but after twenty minutes I
realized I wasn't going to get it missionary, and I wasn't going to get it
without growling some dominant and nasty things in Suzie's ear, and I
wasn't going to get it while Suzie was self conscious about having a
audience. My face and chest was covered in a sheen of sweat, and I'd
started dripping on Suzie.
I pulled out of Suzie and stretched my arms toward the textured
Armstrong ceiling tiles over my head. My hard prick danced and waved and
throbbed.
"Whooo," I hooted. "What about you, Maxy?"
Big surprise, Maxy said nothing. I kissed her hard, I rolled my tongue
around her tongue. I pushed her flat back against the pillows and humped
my sheathed cock against her slippery fuckslit. I looked over at Suzie,
who I had just tossed-aside unceremoniously. I pulled up to my knees. My
cock bounced a rain dance of shadows over Maxy's stomach and tits.
"Help me do this," I said to Suzie.
Suzie looked as if she didn't understand what I meant. I nodded down at
Maxy's pussy.
"Oh," said Suzie flatly."Uh, Maxy, do you wanna? You want Skip to make
love to you?"
We both looked to Maxy, who just lay there like a frightened lump.
"I didn't ask her," I barked at Suzie. "I told you. Now get over here.
We're both going to take Maxy's cherry."
Suzie reluctantly crawled to me and took a grip on my cock. I hovered
over Maxy's pussy high on my toes to give Suzie time to drag the condom up
and down Maxy's slit a few times. "Okay," I said to Suzie. Suzie lined up
the head of my cock with Maxy's fuckhole and I lowered my weight. There
was nothing kind about what happened next. A second later I pushed through
the easy snap of Maxy's maidenhead and sank until my cock bottomed out in
her tiny pussy. I wanted to see the hard stretch of Maxy's ring around my
cock, but I knew I didn't want to see the blood.
"Ouch!ouch!ouch!ouch!" Maxy was a machine gun of pain interjections. I
didn't give her much time to accommodate me before I started fucking her.
Her face remained a perfect portrait of discomfort. Finally I had a sex
reaction from her, even if that reaction was an expression of pain. I
liked it. I liked that expression a lot. It was real. The same way
Suzie's fuck pain had wiped away all her slutty little tricks and left her
bare and vulnerable before my power, so now Maxy's frightened little sex
mouse demeanor had been obliterated by the insistent drilling of my cock.
That was the first time I realized how beautiful pain could be when it was
deeply etched in a pretty girl's face.
I fucked faster and I knew I wasn't going to be long in Maxy's cunt. I
pounded her harder and harder just to see if I could get her firm little
suckjugs to rock up and hit her in the face. They were much too firm and
new, but I gave it all I had. The tang of her pussy waft was a cloud
around me. It shifted my animal psyche into overdrive.
That's when I did the "guy trick." I reached down and grabbed the shaft
of my cock, or rather the condom stretched around it. I pulled down, and
then I pulled down harder. I pulled until my cockhead ripped through the
top of the condom and the rubber rolled into a tight cock ring around the
bottom of my cock. Suzie didn't see exactly what I had done. Maxy
certainly didn't see anything with her big eyes squinted shut. The added
sensation of wetness on my cock skin mixing with all the warm-and-tight put
me over the edge. I grabbed Maxy's hips and pounded the top of her cervix
so hard as to be outright cruel. She began to yip a high pitched bark to
match each of my thrusts.
My orgasm was no surprise. The sheer ferocity of that particular orgasm
took a long time to recreate. As my prostate thumped, it was matched by
the sensation of being punched over and over on the sides of my neck, just
below my ears. I know I was screaming my orgasm, but the room went white
and my eardrums tuned into a high thread of white noise ringing for several
seconds.
I keep saying "I didn't have much come after seven days of fucking and
sucking," but whatever come I had was blasting into Maxy's fallopian tubes.
I certainly did my part by making it a short swim to her new eggs.
When I came back to post-coital lucidness, I was collapsed onto the top
of Maxy's funbags, panting like a long-distance runner. I tried to say
something inane like "Wow," but my larynx wasn't working yet.
After a few minutes of exhausted recovery, my cock softened, if only a
little. I quickly reached down between us, grabbed the roll of condom, and
pulled it off my cock as I dismounted Maxy. A broken used condom doesn't
really look that much different than a broken intact condom. There was
hardly a trace of cherry blood to be found. Some girls have a fortress
hymen that bleeds like a slaughtered goat (Suzie). Some girls have a thin
ribbon that dribbles just enough to assure you that you were Captain Kirk,
going where no man has gone before.
I didn't have words to describe the moment.
Suzie spoke for both of us when she wiped Maxy's bangs away from Maxy's
eyes and said, "Welcome to the club."
Suzie kissed me, "You got a little carried away there, stud," she said
softly. "I told my friend you were a gentleman and I think you broke her."
"That," pant "was" pant "amazing," I said.
"Well you are all fine and dandy," Suzie pouted. "But you've still got
two girls here who still need a little buzz in their honey pots."
"Slave driver," I mumbled, flopping on my back.
"Can you go again?" Suzie asked.
"Noooo!" Maxy moaned, her hand cupped her bruised pussy as she folded
fetal. I knew it wouldn't be long before a river of sperm rolled back of
her through her fingers and onto the pillows.
"I can go in just a sec," I panted. "You ready?"
"Can we take turns on your tong--"
"Suzie!" Mr. Wagner's basso profundo roared through the kitchen. We
hadn't heard The Parents Wagner open the garage door. Now we heard Floyd's
footsteps above us, closing the distance to the basement door. Pillows,
titties, and blue jeans flew into the air. I was pretty skilled at getting
dressed quickly. I had even perfected the art of buttoning every other
button on my button-fly jeans over a commando cock. It wasn't the first
close call I'd had with Mr. Wagner, but Mr. Wagner knew I was fucking
Peggy. He'd surrendered to that fact when Peggy approached Mrs. Wagner to
get on the pill. He didn't like the fact that I was fucking Peggy, but we
could tell that sometimes he'd make unnecessary noise before coming into a
room where Peggy and I were sitting.
To catch me fucking his twelve year old pre-teen daughter and her 13
year old friend was about to be another test of Mr. Wagner's homicidal
restraint altogether. I had pulled on a shirt. I had pulled on jeans.
Maxy's little feet were running in place like a Flintstone, churning
pillows and making it even harder to find her clothes. She was in a cold
panic and her naked jugs undulated out of sync with one another. Suzie was
more focused, but she had lost her pants in the rockslide of pillows and
Maxy's feet were making clothes excavation even more difficult.
We all knew from the sonar of Mr. Wagner's footsteps that we had about
three seconds until the basement door creaked open, and about two more
seconds of his feet trodding down the stairs before he'd be able to lean
over the railing and see pre-teen Caligula playing out in his rumpus room.
I've replayed my sex romp with Suzie and Maxy a couple thousand times in
my life as I've jerked my wang in the comfort and safety of my warm bed.
I've also replayed what happened next at least as many times, but usually
during the involuntary captivity of a nightmare.
I looked down and saw Maxy's top folded between two pillows. In one
sweeping motion I yanked it free and lifted it up over her head. Maxy's
arms poked into the gap and I yanked it down. It caught on one elbow, my
asshole fell out as it snagged, and then -- fucking somehow -- it was all
the way over her tits and stomach. With one hand I pushed Maxy behind the
far end of the pool table (the end opposite the basement stairs). She was
just short enough that her bare legs and pussy were below the felted
bankline of the table. With the other hand I grabbed Suzie's hair and
pulled her under the table, just in front of Maxy's legs and masked by the
solid back leg panel of the pool table. She rolled up on her hands and
knees and froze there. I had less than a second to scoop two of the cues
off the table and practically spear Maxy's zyphoid process as I jammed the
rubber butt stopper into her. Her hands reflexively swooped up and kept
the stick from falling back on he table as Mr. Wagner's proboscis dropped
down below the water line to find me fishing balls out of the net pockets
and tossing them up on the table.
"Hey, Mr. Dubya," I sang. "How was the picture shew."
"Kay," said Mr. Wagner flatly. His expression was suspicious and my
veins started pumping ice. "Where is Suzie?"
"You didn't see her upstairs?" I countered. "Huhn. She went to let
Oscar out to pee."
"I checked the back yard," he said.
Right at that moment that fucking dog skittered around Mr. Wagner's
legs and started it's fruit little hop-jumps down the stairs.
"Huhn. Maybe she took herself to pee first," I offered.
"What's with you, Maxine?" Mr. Wagner asked. "You look like you just
ate a spider."
"Nothing." Maxy gulped.
"Bullshit nothing," Mr. Wagner insisted. "What's going on?"
That's about the time that little fucking bastard dog started nosing
into the pillow pile. Fuck. I knew we were seconds from Oscar pulling up
a pair of panties or a condom fragment in his little fucking wiener dog
mouth.
"Shit," I sighed. "You can tell him, Maxy," I said to Maxy.
Maxy turned white. I think her knees buckled.
"Tell me what?" Mr. Wags grumbled. He leaned as if he were coming the
rest of the way down the stairs, so I started walking his way to cut him
off.
"Suzie went to the park," I blurted out, stepping up two stairs and
stopping.
"What? Why the fuck did she go to the park? By herself? At this time
of night? In the fucking snow?"
I assumed a familiar man-to-man tone with Mr. Wagner. "Well, you know
her little friend called and he had some kind of note or gift or something
so they were going to meet half way and--"
"He! Friend? He? Who HE?"
Dong. Whoops. I assumed Floyd knew of Hank. Whoopsie.
"Uh, Hal? Herman?. Hugo? Somethin' like that. She just went for two
seconds, Mr. Dubya. She'll be right back. I don't think it's anything
serious." I gripped the stair rail in one hand and tried to push my other
palm through the drywall to form a barrier that would stop a pissed-off 300
pound dad from coming any farther into his own basement.
The usually laconic Mr. Wags must have been having an
uncharacteristically bad night. He also must have been half-baked not to
smell the pussy or see the clothing weaved into the pile of pillows at the
far end of the room.
"Goddammit, she's too fucking young to have a boyfriend. Alice, get my
keys." He stormed upstairs. Both the girls immediately scrambled to get
the rest of their clothes on.
"Great fucking job, there Copernicus," Suzie hissed at me as she jumped
back into her panties. "He's going to shit kittens, finding out about
Hank. I'm totally fucked!"
"I just saved your life, Suzie," I whispered, omitting 'and my own.' "As
soon as he leaves, slip through the patio door, circle around the deck and
cut through the side of the Kendrick's house by the air conditioner. Here,
take my coat."
Somehow.... Somehow it actually worked. Suzie slipped out of the back
door, circled around, and appeared to be walking toward the house as Mr.
Wags sped off in the opposite direction, headed toward the same park where
Suzie had dropped the bomb on me about Peggy's soldier boyfreind. Mr.
Wags saw Suzie in the rearview. He slapped his Caddy in reverse and pulled
back into the driveway where he began a long berating stream of profanity
that Maxy and I could hear in the basement.
Then there was Suzie shouting and crying above us. Then there was a
door slamming. Then silence.
Maxy and I looked at each other. We both exhaled at the same time. I
kissed her one more time. Then she waddled up the stairs like she had a
broken twat. She grabbed her coat out of the living room and walked home
in the dark, my dripping come freezing to the insides of her legs, no
doubt. I stayed downstairs and made sure there was no incriminating
materials left wadded into the pillow pile. I turned the wet pillows
upside-down. I racked pool balls and cracked ivory for hours until Peggy
came home. I thought she'd come down to talk to me, but she didn't. When
it got too late to make poolball explosions, I sat back in the pile of
pillows and stared at the ceiling until the house was dark and silent..
When I lay upstairs in my couch-bed that night, I could still feel my
pulse pounding in my throat.
We shouldn't have gotten away with it. It was impossible. But we did.
I was so obsessed with the near miss that I didn't stop and take inventory
of how many times I had spermed an unprotected pussy in the last week. If
you wanted to back up a few more days and count Caryn, there were three
unprotected pussies. Six ovaries. Over a dozen payloads of jizz.
Millions and millions of sperm.
Sigh.
I survived the moment but -- in the end -- I got away with absolutely
nothing.
The next morning the house remained eerily silent. I gathered my stuff
and took it downstairs. I did my laundry in the washer and dryer, repacked
by backpack and my duffel carefully, and stared at my watch. Troy was due
to pick me up at noon and I wanted an absolutely drama-free, CIA-quality
disappearance. The house stirred above me. I heard footsteps. I heard
voices. I listened for Suzie's voice and didn't hear it. I expected her
to come downstairs at any moment. I thought since all the yelling had
played out that things were probably cool between us now. I wanted to hug
her and give her my dorm room phone number. I thought I'd kiss her one
more time.
Suzie didn't come downstairs.
Mr. Wags left for work and Mrs. Wags drove somewhere to get a start on
her hausfrau chores.
At ten-til'-noon the kitchen was quiet. No footsteps. No voices. I
slipped on my coat and slung my backpack and duffel. I mounted the stairs,
slipped out the back door, and followed the same path I'd told Suzie to
take, even stepping into her snow footprints as I walked. As soon as I
rounded the side of the Wagner house, I saw Troy's fastback Mustang cutting
a wake down the middle of the slushy street, his head swiveling back and
forth at the house numbers. He almost ran me over as i walked out of
nowhere and into his front fender. I threw my gear in his back seat and
hopped in.
Surreal.
Knowing I was never going to see Peggy again was surreal. The
likelihood that I'd never see Mr. or Mrs. Wagner again was surreal.
Watching all the strip malls and gas stations and hangouts and burger
joints that I'd haunted for 19 years slip past my fogged window, I had no
idea it would be another twenty years before I'd pass that way again. I
had no idea that by the next time I'd drive down those same streets, the
strip malls would be gone and new strip malls would be on the other side of
the streets. Entire burger chains would go Chapter 11. The SuperGas where
I'd bought Suzie's Playgirl and condoms was now a mosque. You sure as hell
can't go home again.
In the glowing heat of the Mustang's vent, "home" was college. Home was
my dorm room. Cliff was my brother and Caryn was my girl. I drifted in
contentment and dreamed of my return to my "new" normal.
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<4th attachment, "Doming Daughter Dani 17 of 51 - Taking Ownership of
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Doming Daughter Dani Part 17 of 51 TAKING OWNERSHIP OF CARYN
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.
------------------------------
Troy's couch was so ratty that it had actual exposed springs poking
through the cushions. You see that a lot when cartoonists draw caricatures
of poor people living in squalor, but you don't actually see springs poking
through the couch cushions in real life. They probably haven't
manufactured a non-foam couch cushion since 1969. Allowing a guest to
sleep on that couch was a violation of the Geneva Convention and seven
state laws.
And yet I've never been so glad to sleep on a couch in my entire life.
Once I had my shit squared away and Troy's spare key in my pocket, I
slipped on my coat and walked across campus to the ATM. I checked the
balance. The answer was not a comfort to a guy who had just cut the
umbilical cord to his hometown support network. I walked down to the
business strip and checked in with Mr. Chan at the Chinese restaurant to
see if I could pick up some shifts. That guy loved me for some reason. He
gave me three lunch shifts as a waiter, as well as the dinner shift on New
Year's Eve. New Years Eve and New Years Day were huge business nights at
Chan's. The catch was that I had to come up with a pressed white shirt and
some black slacks.
Chan's was an upscale Chinese restaurant, if you'll pardon the oxymoron.
The right shift could translate to some nice tax-free jingle in my pocket.
(Hey, you know I raped my own daughter by this point. Are you really going
to bust on me for not declaring tips?)
Before I left, Mr. Chan let me order a takeout platter for free. I
loaded up a big container of mixed dishes and wrapped it in foil. I
figured Troy would appreciate the fine eats in lieu of grocery money until
I was working again.
I cut back through the campus on my way to Troy's. It was late in the
day and cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. Out of the
corner of my eye I saw that trademark awful, frizzy hair. I turned my head
to see a very short woman quick-walk behind a hedge and disappear behind a
campus building. Did I really just see that? I adjusted my path and
followed the trail of the woman down an alley near the loading dock of the
student theater. Then she was gone and I marveled at where she could have
vanished so quickly. A large cardboard appliance box next to the building
shook.
I stood and stared, unable to believe that I saw what I thought I just
saw. After a moment the cardboard box wiggled again. I cautiously walked
closer to the box.
"Uh, Caryn?" I called softly. Nothing. "Caryn?" Louder this time.
"Caryn, is that you?" A flap opened and some girl I'd once know as Caryn
looked out at me. She looked like she'd been pulled through a keyhole
backwards. She was wearing several layers of coats and had the ratty
comforter that served as the bedspread on her dorm cot draped over her head
and wrapped tight around her like a burka.
"Skip?" She looked as surprised to see me as I was to see her.
"Caryn, what the fuck?"
"Five more days," her teeth chattered. "And the dorms open again."
"Caryn, Jesus H. Frankenstein. Are you--- Have you--- Jesus! Come
with me. Get your shit. Come on!"
My stomach turned. I remembered her asking to go with me back to my
hometown. I figured out that she had no intention of going home for the
Christmas break. I'd left my fucktoy to be a hobo on the winter streets.
Shit.
Caryn had reduced her essentials to whatever would fit in her bookbag
and purse. As we walked toward Troy's apartment I had time to envision
Caryn's dorm room and realize she probably didn't have many worldly
possessions besides what she could carry in her napsack.
Troy's jaw dropped when i walked through the door with Caryn. He
thought I'd brought a homeless woman into his apartment.
I warmed the Chinese buffet up one dish at a time in a microwave the
size of a shoebox. We split it three ways. Caryn tried not to eat as
ravenously as she obviously was. I kept scooping my share of Kung Pau onto
her plate.
Caryn went into the bathroom to take a dump and a much needed shower.
That's when Troy confronted me.
"Dude, this isn't a vagrant motel, we had a deal, yaknow?" He growled.
"I appreciate the Chinese food. It was great and everything. But I said
you could stay here. I didn't say anything about your bitch."
"Yeah," I struggled for a the right words. "I didn't see this coming,
Troy. She's living in a fucking box behind Drake until classes start up
again."
"You don't think that's a little weird?"
"I don't know what to think. C'mon man. Just one night. Let her warm
up here for just one night and I'll figure something out. I can't send her
back to that box tonight?"
Troy exhaled and looked at his shoes. "One night. Okay? I don't let
ass stay at my place unless she's slobbing my knob. I'm not going to
listen to you two fuck for five more days while I pull my pud. One night,
okay?"
"Gotcha," I said.
Troy went into his bedroom and I rummaged my duffel for the beard
trimmer Suzie gifted me, as well as my razor and shaving cream. I slipped
into the bathroom with Caryn.
By the time I was done trimming Caryn's bush and shaving her bung hole,
and after she had shaved her legs, and washed her hair, I was once again
reminded of what a hot piece of ass she was. She brushed her wet hair into
a poofy pharaoh's headpiece. Gah. Her hair still needed work. She was so
skinny I could see the lines of her ribs. She was so skinny that she was
starting to starve away her big juicy knockers. They were down to "average
C cup wow." Still nice, but not "Holy shit, delicious!" like she'd been two
weeks earlier. Her clothes were in a pile next to the toilet. They stank.
I could smell them as soon as I stepped in the bathroom. I hadn't noticed
a funk so much when Caryn was wearing them, but I couldn't help smelling
the rankness as they lay wicking up shower splash from the bathroom tile.
Caryn looked pretty fuckable, freshly showered and shaved and still
undressed. She sparked my prick. I had thatched her bush into a tight,
dirty blonde strip, two fingers' width, and then I shaved her mound from
the clit-line back to her ass (and beyond).
Her pussy was looking rather tempting.
I kissed her. Her tongue snaked into my mouth.
"Thank you," She whispered. "You saved my life."
"You're welcome," I said.
"Troy is awesome to let me stay for a couple of days. Can you buy some
groceries? I'll cook him something fabulous."
"Uhhh..." I said. Then it hit me. The solution was easy. "Hey, here's
the deal."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``
Caryn looked like a naked deer in the headlights when Troy opened his
bedroom door. Caryn shook with nervousness.
"What the?" Troy exclaimed as his eyes worked down the front half of
Caryn's naked skin.
"Hey, just a little thank you, okay? Caryn's going to thank you for
helping her out, if that's okay?"
Troy looked at me. "You sure, man?"
"She wants to," I lied. "Least she can do in return for the
hospitality. Okay? Oh hey, er... Troy. She's not on the pill so ... you
know."
"Yeah," Troy said absently. He opened his door and I pushed Caryn in
the small of her back to start her walking into a forced sex session.
I gathered up Caryn's rank clothes and helped myself to Troy's laundry
detergent under the sink. It was easy to see, right behind where the
missing cabinet door would have been. I washed Caryn's clothes in the
downstairs laundry room of Troy's apartment building with the modest change
I had left in my pockets.
It was unsettling to think about Caryn sexing Troy. I tried not to
think about it, but it was hard to get my mind to stop creating imagery. I
wanted to know what was going on, but I didn't want to know what was going
on.
Of course you want to know what was going on, so here's the scoop. It
took a while to get to the truth of what happened, but Old Man Me knows
what went down, so I'll give you the synopsis.
Troy had laid back in his bed and told Caryn to suck his cock. He
squirted into her throat in less than a minute. Then he sucked her titties
and played with her freshly shaven twat until he made her suck him again.
Caryn said it took forever to get Troy hard again, but once he was stiff
enough, he mounted Caryn missionary and humped her pussy until he was ready
and then stood beside the bed while Caryn leaned over and schlurped a
couple of strokes on Troy's hard cock until he unloaded a hot mess into her
throat.
Troy pushed her out of his room, still naked, and closed the door behind
Caryn.
I had every stitch of Caryn's clothes. She was sitting buck ass naked
on Troy's ratty couch watching Cheers on the television when I walked back
into the apartment with a pile of warm, clean clothes. Caryn was relieved
to see me, and more relieved to see her clothes.
"Na-na-na!" I said, pulling them back from her grasping hands. "I may
have let Troy have first crack at that shaved pussy, but that doesn't mean
I'm not going to get my share too, Bitch."
I started to kiss Caryn, but then pulled back. "Did you suck Troy's
cock?"
Caryn blushed and nodded guiltily.
"Yeah," I sighed. "Of course you did, you cocksucking bitch. Get on
your knees and suck my cock now, slut."
I had dommed Caryn on plenty of previous occasions (before I even knew
the word "Dom" could be a handy verb), but when I barked that particular
time and called Caryn a slut that particular time, I could see that it hurt
her. She looked up at me, gutpunched. My expression was pure disgust.
"Did I stutter, slut?" I growled at her. "Get your bitch ass down, put
your bitch knees in the carpet, unbutton my jeans, and get your bitch mouth
moving on my cock. Slut."
Caryn looked as though she was going to cry at any second. She glanced
back at Troy's door, as if she expected it to open. She dropped to her
knees and by the time her hand wrapped around the cock in my pants, it was
so hard and long and half-way down my right pant leg, that Caryn had
trouble unsheathing it from my pants and underwear.
Eventually my cock sprang out, pointed right at Caryn's nose. I grabbed
the back of her hair and jammed my cock in her throat hard. I realized
that I was actually mad that she'd sexed Troy the way I told her to/forced
her to. I fucked Caryn's throat in hard thrusts that left no doubt I was
mad. I was still standing, so I kicked my jeans away from my ankles and
sat back on the couch.
"Get over here and suck my cock. Did I say you could stop, Slut? Did I
come in your slut mouth, slut? Did I?"
Caryn looked bewildered at the unfairness of it all. I leaned forward
and grabbed the hair on the top of her head and gave it a hard shake. "I.
Asked. You. A. Question. Slut. Are you fucking deaf?"
My hair twisting hurt her, and there was no doubt she was getting angry.
"No," she spit flatly. Her eyes stayed locked on my hard bobbing prick.
"No what, slut?"
"No Sir," she spat. Her face went bright red and I was sure she was
going to start acting as pissed off as she looked.
"Are you a slut?" I leaned over and growled, nose-to-nose with her.
Even though we were eye-to-eye, Caryn kept her eyeline low and submissive.
Caryn hesitated. "If you say so. Sir."
"What do you say? Do you think you are a slut?"
Caryn hesitated. "I don't know."
"You don't know? How many cocks have you sucked in the past hour?"
"I don't know, Sir. I don't know if you fucking my mouth counts as
sucking your cock or not."
Looking back, it was probably a sincere point of inquiry. At the time,
I wasn't sure how to play the putt, so I took the easy way out and smacked
her face. Her mad face flashed into a blank face. A tear spilled and the
wet rivulet started snaking down the crest of her high cheekbone.
"Suck," I commanded. "Suck my cock, you bed-hopping slut."
And she did. She bobbed her frustrating softsuck for a long time. The
dominance and the anger made my cock feel five inches longer than it was.
"Get my come, slut," I growled. "Suck harder. Get my come."
Caryn sucked faster, but not any tighter. I needed her to suck just a
little tighter.
"Did Troy fuck you?" I asked.
Caryn nodded and then continued sucking.
"Did he come in your pussy?"
Caryn shook her head no and kept sucking.
"And you sucked his cock, didn't you, slut?"
Caryn nodded and began to blush with shame again.
"How many times did you suck his cock?"
Caryn held up two fingers. Then her expression went askew and she held
up three fingers."
"Jesus slut," I moaned. "You swallowed Troy's come three times?"
Caryn shook her head and held up two fingers. The come in my balls
began to boil. there was a definite love-hate thing going on with getting
a submissive suck from a girl telling me slutty true tales, even if Caryn
was doing most of it with hand signals. I wanted more.
"You ever suck two cocks in the same day before?" I growled. "Slut?"
Caryn stopped sucking for a beat. Tears spilled over her cheek again.
Then she resumed her suck. She nodded.
"Say it," I said. "Talk, slut. Say it."
"Yes," she whispered around my cock head. "Yes sir."
"Yes sir what? Say it."
"Yessir, I've sucked more than one cock in the same day before."
"Good God, you fucking slut," I moaned. "Jesus. You whore. "
Caryn's face was crimson. She was absolutely humiliated to be forced to
confess her secrets to me. But, for whatever reason, she could have just
lied and she didn't.
"What's the most cocks you've sucked in one day?"
Carny hesitated again. Then she held up four fingers.
"No," I said. "I mean how many different cocks have you sucked in the
same day. Multiples of the same suck don't count."
Caryn stared at my pubic hair and lifted the same four fingers up. Then
she squeaked in her bashful little southern mouse voice, "Four, Sir. I've
sucked four different cocks in one day."
I've boxed before. I've been punched so hard with a boxing glove that
I've had the edges of my vision go black. That's pretty close to the
sensation I experienced hearing Caryn say that she'd sucked four different
cocks in the same day. I had no comeback. I was gobsmacked.
Caryn stopped sucking and took my prick shaft in her hand. For the
first time she looked me in the eyes.
"I was raped," Caryn whispered.
"By four guys?"
Caryn's hand danced a little up and down my shaft. "Three guys," she
said. "A man and two boys." Caryn's mouth danced over my cockhead and then
came off. "The fourth guy was my boyfriend."
Rape is great fodder for a jerk story. I know you want the rape thing.
You'll get the rape thing. But 19 Year Old Me, sitting on that broken
couch, having just slapped his girlfriend, that wasn't a porn story. That
was for reals. The fucktoy I had whored out to Troy and then abused while
she sucked my cock told me that she had been raped by three guys. It was
kind of a guilty gut punch. Takes a lot to make me feel guilty, but that
was definitely one of the rare occurrences.
I sighed. I still had to come, but the air had gone out of a good Dom
session. I reached down and jacked my cock at Caryn's face.. Her
sightline dropped back to the head of my cock.
"Tongue," I whispered. Caryn's tongue danced on tip of my bouncing
cockhead. "Open your mouth," I said. "Wider. Get my come."
White ropes of sperm streamed onto the back and flat of Caryn's tongue.
I watched her scoop and swallow jet after jet. After I pumped my last shot
I melted into the couch and dropped my cock. "Clean it," I said. "Every
drop."
Caryn ran the tip of her tongue over every cloudy white bauble on my
shaft and cockhead. It was my first sperming of her mouth and it ended up
being a great show.
She waited on her knees to see what would happen next. I leaned forward
and kissed her on the forehead. "Get dressed, willya?" I whispered.
That night we spooned on that awful couch. Caryn dropped away quickly.
My mind raced. Somehow there was no doubt that Caryn was a stray kitten
and -- for some stupid ass reason -- I had taken her in. She was not just
my fucktoy. She was my responsibility to take care of the rest of the day,
too. I momentarily considered trying to scrape her off on Troy. Make him
responsible for Caryn and then slink away. But I knew that a submissive
sex toy was going to be as easy to walk away from as a suitcase filled with
$100 bills. I was stuck.
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<5th attachment, "Doming Daughter Dani 18 of 51 - Meet the Parents Part
One.doc" begin>
Doming Daughter Dani Part 18 of 51 MEET THE PARENTS PART ONE
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.
------------------------------
This is a fast forward.
I remember the crazy sequence of events that followed that night with
plenty of clarity and detail, but... yaknow... this is a jerk story after
all, even if it's a long and wandering jerk story.
You don't give a flying fuck about character development. You just want
to skip to the next episodic sex scene.
I understand. That's cool.
Here are a few details you need to know, and they are kind of important
to the plot points that follow.
- Troy showed no further expectation for another freebie from Caryn.
Odd, but he didn't. The remainder of our time in Troy's apartment was
rather uneventful. Caryn stayed every night and he said nothing more about
it.
- I did such a good job as a waiter at Chan's that my dishwashing days
were behind me. I was promoted. More money in my pocket.
- I was happy as hell to get back in my dorm room.
- At least I was happy until Cliff broke the news. He was moving into
his own room in a different dorm, the brand new dorm that most of the
pre-law students had first dibs on. I was bummed. Turned out to be a HUGE
blessing becaaaaaaaause...
- Caryn was served notice that she had flunked her way out of school.
She had to vacate her dorm room. She was homeless once more. She didn't
go home. She spent a week living with me in my dorm room. That's how long
it took us to realize how fucking easy it was for a girl to live in a guy's
dorm room without anyone asking questions. Yes, she took showers in the
guys' bathroom. There were stalls and curtains in our shower room, not a
big open Grecian bathhouse sausagefest. It wasn't unusual to see a guy
standing guard at the shower room entrance while his girlfriend cleaned up.
The college cafeteria validated using a little sticker on the back of our
Student IDs. Caryn had got her sticker when she registered for second
semester. Nobody asked for her student ID back, so Caryn's meals were
taken care of. Her former Resident Assistant saw Caryn eating in the
cafeteria at least once a day and she never said a word.
- Once Caryn had moved into my dorm room, I realized that the only
person who might actually call me was Peggy. I unplugged my phone from the
jack and threw it in the closet. I didn't want Caryn answering the phone
while I was in class.
- Caryn absolutely lucked into a job working in the accounting
department of the food services division of the college. Pay was pretty
mediocre to start, but when you're living for free, 14 grand a year is a
small fortune. It was in 1987. Caryn was assistant to the head accounting
lady, and the head accounting lady was an old Scottish farmer's daughter
herself and she absolutely adored Caryn. It was a huge turn of luck.
- I started training Caryn to fuck and suck to my standards. There was
a lot of barking and spanking and some slapping. Caryn accepted it. She
adjusted to the new normal. Sex got a lot better. Our relationship
deepened.
- I did really well in my studies. My grades actually went from B's to
straight A's. Constant sex was good for my brain.
- After Caryn banked her fourth or fifth paycheck, she started looking
for her own apartment. There was no shortage of cheap housing around the
college. She found an affordable furnished place that looked like the Ritz
when compared to Troy's hovel apartment.
- Before I knew it, I was spending almost every night at Caryn's place.
Once I started buying groceries with my tip money, we began calling it "our
apartment." My insecurity about where I'd spend my Summers was solved. One
day in late Spring I just gathered the last of my belongings, handed my
dorm room key to my RA, and walked my stuff to Caryn's apartment. I ate at
one of the the campus dining halls for the rest of the semester (Caryn and
I walked there together), but I never went back to my room.
Right after school ended that year I met Caryn's mom and dad. It was a
surprise. She never talked about her family (and I never talked about my
family). Caryn met me at the door one day after class. She was so nervous
that her neck was covered in hives. Her parents would be there in a few
hours. I offered to clear out, but Caryn wouldn't hear of it. "No!: she
shouted. "Don't go. Don't leave my side, okay?"
Ewwwwkay. Caryn's parents arrived in separate cars. I thought that was
odd.
Her mom was tiny too. Same big tits. Same badonkadonk caboose.
Caryn's mom had once been a looker, but she'd be worn hard by farm work and
the crazy hours you had to maintain to keep livestock alive and fed. Her
hair was too short for my tastes, almost butch. I like my girls to look
like girls. Caryn's mom is the poster girl for why women should use all of
those facial cremes and sunblocks (and maybe a little make up). If she'd
taken better care of herself she would have been Certified-Prime MILF. Her
body was still kickin'.
Caryn's dad was taller than the ladies, but not tall by guy standards.
Maybe 5' 9" or 5' 10". He was broad in the chest and he had a tree-trunk
neck that spread from his lantern jaw nearly to the tips of his shoulders.
Caryn said he had boxed in the Navy and been pretty good at it. Caryn's
dad had that ex-boxer look in his build and the ex-military look in his
short hair. It was a little longer than a crop. I was long enough to make
a tight wavy flip and roll on the right side of his forehead. Kind of a
mini-cinnamon roll the color of a dunn cowhide. It was some style from
another era and difficult to describe.
And, just as Caryn had once described him, her dad was an absolute rug.
One of those guys with body hair from their scalp to the tops of their
feet. He was one beleaguered Schick razor to-the-face away from being a
Sasquatch. Caryn certainly came by her bunny-tail honestly.
Caryn greeted her folks with a couple of awkward hugs. I shook both of
their hands. Maybe I was supposed to hug her mom, ya never know how you're
supposed to play that one. Then her dad handed her the keys to a well-worn
black 1981 Monte Carlo with 170K on the odometer. Bingo. Suddenly "we"
had a car. Another stroke of good fortune.
We sat around the living room and made smalltalk. Her folks seemed like
salt-of-the-earth types. There was no hostility when it became obvious
that we were shacking up.
Caryn's mom offered to buy us groceries. Her dad talked me and Caryn's
mom into making the grocery run while he and Caryn stayed at the apartment
and got caught up. Caryn stared daggers at me. I went along with it
anyway. Free groceries, man. Who can argue with that?
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<6th attachment, "Doming Daughter Dani 19 of 51 - Meet the Parents Part
Two.doc" begin>
Doming Daughter Dani Part 19 of 51 MEET THE PARENTS PART TWO
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.
------------------------------
Hours after Caryn's parents had departed for their home in Arkansas,
Caryn was still mad at me.
"Oh c'mon," I said. "Get over it. You've got your own place. You've
got your own car. You've got a live-in cocksman. What more could you
want?"
"Just forget it, Scott."
Whooo. My given name. She was really furious.
I tried to negotiate a truce with her like a good boyfriend, I really
tried. But bedtime rolled around and she was still slamming cabinet doors
and huffing her way back and forth between rooms. So, of course, I dommed
her.
She did not want to play her submissive role that night, so it took
grabbing her by her neck and slamming her into the wall (shattering the
plastic thermostat cover with the back of her skull) to pull her out of her
reality and back into mine. I pulled her back into the bedroom by her hair
and yanked her down into the floor at the foot of the bed.
"Strip," I barked. "Every stitch."
Caryn's face was crimson. She was pissed. She jerked her clothes off
so quickly and angrily I was sure she was going to rip some stitches. When
she was buck ass naked she just knelt on the carpet and stared at the floor
between her knees.
"Bitch-up," I barked. As we'd practiced so many times, Caryn went to
all fours, her knees far enough apart that I could have mounted her from
behind if I wanted. Her neck was hinged up to suck cock, if I approached
from that direction. Her eyes were down, as she'd been taught. I merely
circled her, admiring the perfection of her pose and the creamy curves of
her upward ass and downward tits.
"Hold," I commanded. I leaned down and smacked her ass hard with my
open palm, alternating ass cheeks. Most of the time I spanked her for
play, but that night I wanted her to flinch so I had an excuse to rough her
some more. I spanked her hard enough for the neighbors to hear. Her ass
flesh rippled and turned as red as her angry face, but she took the swats
and internalized the pain, the way I had taught her.
I walked over to the dressing chair in the corner of the room and pulled
my pants off. I sat like a king in his throne. "Get over here, bitch," I
growled. Caryn crawled between my legs and stopped with her nose less than
an inch from my twitching cock head.
I grabbed my cock at the base and smacked the top front of it hard
against Caryn's lips. Then her right cheek. Then her left. The cracking
sound was delicious. It hurt her and felt great on my cock at the same
time. Perfect!
"You seem to have some trouble remembering who you belong to, don't you
bitch?"
"Apparently I do, Sir." Caryn's voice was quavering. It was hard to
tell if she was sassing me, or just nervous.
"Why is that, bitch?"
"Because apparently you have some trouble remembering who I belong to.
Sir."
"What the fuck is this?" I shook my head in disbelief. "You're still
mad that you had to sit around and talk to your daddy for a couple hours
without me chaperoning?"
Caryn opened her mouth to say something and then closed it.
"I asked you a question, bitch. I'm not going to ask it again."
"Yessir. I'm still mad," she said, now staring directly at my cockhead
the way she was taught.
"Well get over it," I growled. "I'm your daddy now. I'm the daddy
whose going to make you suck cock. Aren't I?"
"Yessir," Caryn spat. "But you won't be the first one today."
Bombs awaaaaaay.... Boom! I turned her words over in my confused head.
"You're saying that your dad made you blow him? While your mom and I were
out?"
Caryn looked up at me with murderous eyes. "I told you not to leave me
alone with him."
Just that fast I grabbed my cockshaft and whipped a hard cocksmack
across Caryn's teeth. "Eyes!" I shouted. Caryn's sightline dropped back
to the cockhead dancing in front of her.
I was pretty horny and flushed with dom at that point. A wise man would
have backed down. I doubled-down.
"So you sucked your own daddy's cock today, huh?"
"Yes sir."
"Did you fuck him?"
"No sir." Then, "He fucked me, though."
"Aw shit, you fucking daddy-sucking slut," I said with disgust. This
was like the Troy debriefing, only on steroids. Her response was similar,
but this time I could really see her fighting herself to stay submissive
and play out all of my Dom rules. I could tell she wanted to grab her
clothes and storm out of the apartment. She was not a happy camper.
"Show me how you sucked his cock, you daddy-sucking slut."
Caryn hesitated. "Exactly like I sucked him? Or from bitch?" she
asked, referring to her current position on all-fours.
"Oh, let's see it exactly," I said. "Where did you suck him? Living
room? Kitchen?"
"He sat on the edge of the bed," Caryn said. "Your side." She was
taking delight in telling me the details, now that she could see I was
offended too.
"You sucked your daddy in our bed?"
"I sure fucking did, Sir." An evil smirk formed at the corner of her
mouth. Her little mouse voice was uncharacteristically loud and defiant. I
passed on the urge to smack her and stood up. I walked to my side of the
bed and sat down. "Here?" I asked.
"A little to your right."
"Here?"
"Yes."
"Show me where you were."
Caryn crawled her way between my legs and came up on her knees, still in
the floor.
"And how does your daddy give you the command to suck? Does he say
'Suck my cock, bitch?'"
"No sir."
"What does your daddy say?"
Caryn swallowed hard. "He says 'Show Daddy you love him, Carebear.' "
"Okay," I sighed. "Show your daddy you love him, Carebear."
Caryn knelt motionless but for her seething. For a moment I thought
Caryn was going to bite my dick off and spit it in my face. I'd never seen
her that mad before.
"Don't make me do this like this," Caryn said, looking up at me with big
wet eyes. "Please. I've done everything you've ever asked. I've never
told you 'no' before. Please, Skip? Sir?"
I slapped her jaw. "Eyes!" I barked.
Angry tears began gushing down Caryn's face. She was so mad she had to
talk between the teeth of her clenched jaw. "Well make up your mind,
goddammit," she hissed. "Do you want me to suck you like I suck my daddy
or not?"
"Exactly like you suck your daddy. Your other daddy."
"Well my Daddy wants me to look him in the eye while I suck."
"Fine. Show me."
Caryn sat there and stared at me.
"Well?" I said. "Get to it."
"I thought you'd want to say it again," Caryn said, her voice an angry
vibrato, "Since you like to humiliate me so much."
I thought about this for a second and then remembered. "Show daddy that
you love him, Carebear."
Caryn's head moved forward and my cock slipped past her lips. After a
good six months of encouraging her to suck harder for my come and work her
tongue against my cockface while she bobbed, we were back to her
frustratingly gentle suck, the one she started with. Her eyes locked onto
mine, still streaming furious tears.
"Is that how you suck Daddy?"
Caryn nodded.
"How did you ever get your daddy's come sucking like that?"
That was it for Caryn. She pulled a Peggy on me. She hopped up and
stomped toward the pile of clothes she'd been wearing. I tackled her.
Literally. Tackled her. My shoulder drilled low into her back and leveled
her from behind. Her skull cracked against the square leg of the dressing
chair as we skidded to a stop. I rolled her onto her back and sat on her
tits, pinning her arms to the floor with my knees. I didn't punch, just
slapped, but it was a hell of a brutal slapping. No backhands, just left
hand, right hand, left hand, right hand. I lost count. I didn't stop
until the defiance was gone from her face and there was a trace of crimson
coating her teeth. My cock never softened. My forearms batted my
cockshaft left and right as my palms repeatedly crossed Caryn's cheeks in a
steady drumbeat.
I stood up over her. "Get back in position, Carebear," I growled.
"Daddy still has come in his balls." I sat back down on the edge of the
bed. It took two minutes for Caryn to woose her way back to a crawling
position and start for me. And there she was. Back where she started with
a swollen face.
:"You don't ever walk away from hard cock," I grumbled. "EVER!"
"No sir."
"No daddy. Call me daddy, Carebear."
"Yes Daddy," Caryn exhaled, defeated.
"Now show daddy that you love him, Carebear," I said.
Caryn resumed her soft suck and tried to keep her eyes locked on mine.
At times the submission of her recent abuse got the better of her and she
had a hard time looking me in the eyes.
"Now I asked you a fucking question," I continued. "How do you suck
your daddy off with that awful soft suck of yours?"
Caryn sucked backwards to the head and talked around my cock the way
Suzie had done and the way I subsequently taught Caryn to do. "I'm not
allowed to make Daddy come with my mouth," she whispered. "Daddy says
daughters shouldn't swallow their daddy's spunk."
"So your daddy never comes in your mouth?"
Caryn shrugged. "He has, but I'm not suppose to make him. Swallowing
come is for whores. Not daughters."
"Did he come in your mouth today?".
"No Sir."
"No daddy."
"No daddy. My other daddy didn't come in my mouth today."
"Did he come in my pussy?" I asked.
"Yes, Daddy. My other Daddy came in your pussy. He made it his pussy,
Daddy. He fucked me hard."
"Slut or bitch?" I asked. Slut was my Dom code for missionary. Bitch
was doggy.
"Both," she answered.
"Which way were you when he came?"
"Bitch," she answered.
"God, you are a fucking slut, Carebear. A fucking double-daddy sucking
and double-daddy fucking slut. Did you talk to him like this while you
sucked and fucked him?"
"No Daddy," she said. Her face was really beginning to swell by that
point and I knew she wasn't going to work for a couple of days. I really
did a job on her. There was a line of blood drawing down her right
shoulder and I knew that collision with the dressing chair had nicked her
scalp. "He says daughters should just shut up and love their daddy right."
"Well..." I considered this. Her real daddy and I were just going to
have to agree to disagree on the talking part. Her true-life incest story
was driving me fucking batshit horny. "How long have you been sucking and
fucking your own daddy, slut?"
Caryn's mouth bobbed up and down on my cock and her eyes dipped to the
right as she called on her arithmetic memory. "Sucking since I was eleven,
Daddy. Having sex with my other daddy since right after I turned fourteen.
On my birthday."
"He was waiting for you to turn fourteen before he fucked your pussy?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"And then he couldn't wait, huh?"
"Yes, Daddy. I mean no, Daddy. He couldn't wait."
I was pretty wired. If Caryn had been "whore-sucking" the way that
Suzie called it, I would have blown my wad. But her soft, "daughter suck"
kept the come boiling in my balls. For all my frustration with her
"daughter suck" it served an important purpose.
"So..." I turned it all over again in my head. "Your daddy gave you a
car and expected you to sex him for it?"
"Yes, Daddy," Caryn said. "Exactly."
"And you did."
"Yes Daddy."
"Did he threaten to beat your ass? Like me?"
"No Daddy. He just expected it."
"And you just did it."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Why, slut? You like it? You like being your daddy's little whore?"
"No, Daddy." Caryn was getting angry again.
"So why do you keep sucking your Daddy's cock and fucking him, slut?"
"Because I always have. I don't know."
"You're such a submissive little slut you can't tell him no?"
Caryn sucked and slurped while she thought about this. "I guess not,
Daddy."
"Jesus," I moaned. "What comes next? What did he do next after you
sucked his cock for a while? Fuck you in slut position?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Show me where you were."
Caryn climbed onto the bed and lay on her back with her head pointed
toward the foot of the bed and her toes curled and pointed at the
headboard.
"Does he say anything before he mounts you?" I asked.
"No Daddy."
I pushed into her pussy. It was wetter than I expected. It was also
hot and I knew her dad had fucked her pretty good. Hard enough to make her
sore, which I seldom did.
"So he fucks you like this?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Always upside down on the bed like this?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Why upside down?"
"I don't know," Caryn grunted, "Why don't you ask him?"
I stopped fucking deep into Caryn's pussy and stared at her.
"I'm sorry," she said meekly. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Please don't beat my
ass any more?"
"Watch your whore daddy-sucking mouth," I warned.
"Yes, Daddy."
I started to put hard fuckstroke deep into Caryn's twat. "So is his
cock bigger or smaller than mine?" I asked. It was the most humiliating
thing I could think to ask her at the moment. I'd asked many girls if my
cock was bigger than some other guy's while fucking. I always got the same
answer, which of course is why I asked it. At least until that night I
daddy-dommed Caryn.
"Same," she grunted under my pounding.
I was stunned. I stopped fucking. "Same? Did you say same?"
"Yes Daddy. Your cocks are the same size. My other daddy's cock
doesn't turn purple, but it's big like yours."
"Really?" I said. I started a slow thrust again.
"Yes Daddy. I wouldn't lie to you. Both my Daddys have big, thick
cocks."
"Huhn," I said. "Bitch-up." I pulled out of Caryn and stood off the bed
while Caryn rolled over and got on her hands and knees. When she settled
on a position, again pointed toward the foot of the bed, I crawled up
behind her and mounted her. I started a hard fucking pounding on her. It
was almost a repeat of Troy. I was fucking her like I was mad. Because...
well... I was kinda mad.
"So do you come when your daddy fucks you?" I grunted. "Do you squirt
for him?"
"Sometimes."
"Sometimes?" I repeated.
"Sometimes I can't help it. Sometimes his cock is just so b-ooooh! Big
and ha-- ouch! Hard. Jesus, Skip! I mean 'Daddy.' Sometimes his cock
gets so hard that I can't not come when he fucks me."
"You like to come on your daddy's cock?"
"Your cock, Daddy."
"No, your other Daddy."
"No, Daddy. I hate it when he make me squirt."
"Why do you hate it?"
"Because... Because he knows when he makes me orgasm and I hate that.
It makes him think I like it."
"Well your pussy likes it," I said, temporarily neglecting my ownership
pronoun.
"Sometimes a girl's pussy can't help it."
My brain flushed the last torrent of sex hormones into my bloodstream.
My balls ratcheted tight. I felt the hot wave tipping tipping tipping...
"Did you come on your daddy's cock today?" I asked.
Caryn hesitated. "No," she said.
"You fucking lying slut!" I shouted. "Aren't you?"
"Yes," she sobbed. "I squirted and juiced on my other daddy's dick."
That was it for me. My cock flexed and began pumping bleached seed into
the very back of Caryn's pussy. My ears tingled as the rush went up my
spine and then back down my chest and stomach. Long after the last wet jet
sprayed out of my come hole, I kept slamming balls into Caryn's clit,
hoping against hope that she'd come too. She did not.
After I collapsed on the bed, Caryn got up and dressed. She walked into
the bathroom and pulled her hair line apart to check the cut on her scalp
in the mirror. As bad as I'd beaten and roughed her up, I wasn't sure what
came next. Caryn applied some Mercurochrome to her he scalp ad and winced.
Then she came to the bathroom doorway and stared at me like she wanted me
dead. Of course, she probably did.
"So," she said tersely. "So now you know my big secret. You happy?"
I was still panting in post orgasmic bliss at that point.
"Mostly," I said. "Does, uh, is that uh... When you said you were
raped, is that what you were talking about? Your dad? Or was that
something else."
"No. I was talking about my dad."
"And when you said rape, you weren't talking rough, just a lot of
incest?"
"Well, both. Rough and incest, but he wasn't always rough like you."
"Which means the other two guys, the boys you said... That means those
were your brothers?"
"We better save that story for when your dick is hard again, Skip."
I looked at her. Her face was getting black by that time.
"You're not going to be able to go to work tomorrow looking like that."
"Yeah," Caryn said. "Thanks for that, Skip. I can't even leave the
house looking like this."
I sighed. "Lay down," I said. "I'll make you an ice pack."
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