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This is a sample chapter from the novel "Domming Daughter Dani."

If you want to read more, your best bet is to link to the asstr
web site for the story. For some reason asstr and assm keep
mysteriously eating chapters.

This link will get you to the GO point.

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Dutchboy/www/index.html





Domming Daughter Dani - Part 2 of 51 - CARYN PART ONE

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.

If you don't follow the story in order, this will make little
sense to you.

Email: mrdutchmaster@gmail.com

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I met Caryn my freshmen year in college. I had my own parental
issues and had divorced my mom and dad at the end of my freshman
year. I was living on student loans and rinky-dink scholarships
as I struggled to get my diploma in electrical engineering at a
state school in the Midwest. I was broke and living week-to-week
on whatever scratch came in from my job as a dishwasher at a
Chinese restaurant. I dormed with a Texan named Cliff my freshman
and sophomore years. Great guy. Funny as hell.

Caryn met Cliff at a mixer during the first week of college and
was immediately smitten by his easy charm and confident southern
swagger. Caryn was trying to escape life on an Arkansas hog farm.
She wasn't much of a student, but she was a helluva looker. At
eighteen, her body was absolutely mouthwatering. Big 38C titties
that bounced up and down when she walked and perpetually hard
nips that were always poking through her blouse and staring right
back at the boys. Oh, and that Kardasian ass exploding from her
wasp waist. (A bit of an anacronysim, I know. Kim wasn't even
born in 1988.) I'm kind of a sucker for tiny girls with elegant
little hands, the kind that make your cock look twice as big.
Caryn had those. She also had a matching set of perfect size five
feet that looked so small I kidded her that she could buy her
shoes in the Barbie aisle of Toys-R-Us.

She was five foot one in bare feet and two hundred and twelve
degrees in a pair of high heels.

I guess it's tradition to describe a woman foremost by her hair
color and shape. Caryn had hair. Caryn had hideous hair. It was a
bad mix of mouseshit brunette and brass red. Because she was
poor, her mother had been the one to cut Caryn's hair and then
try and disguise her crime against humanity with a spiral curly
home perm. The color.The cut. Absolute disaster.

Caryn had high cheekbones and full lips, neither of which ever
saw a spot of makeup until later in life. Her complexion was
clear, but milky and blue and freckled with the unsexy kind of
freckles. She may have come from farm stock, but she didn't have
the farmer's tan.

It's a testament to my poor writing skills to use a "celebrity"
to fine tune you into Caryn's appearance, but there is a tiny
blonde porn knockout currently working (2011) named Lexi Belle.
Before Lexi was a blond studio product (who refuses to swallow or
take it up the ass, grumble grumble), she was a homely brunette
and she did some raunchy amateur work under the name "Nawli." I
think Lexi grew up near New Orleans.  Anyway, being as you are
going to be locked into Caryn's sex life on and off for the next
70 thousand words, if you care, Caryn looked EXACTLY like early
Lexi Belle. Same height. Same small feet. Same eyes. Same
blothchy pale skin. Same mouth. Same slightly too big teeth.
Identical ear shapes. Hair same bad color. Caryn had a smaller
nose and bushier eyebrows. Much bigger tits and a rounder ass,
too. And of course, Caryn had frizzy, messy hair.

I'm not even sure if this will work or if the newsgroups strip
out links, but below I'm adding a link. You'll need to remove the
dashes from the first part to get it to work. Just in case you're
interested. Early Lexi and Caryn could have been fraternal twins
where Caryn got all the boobs.

h-ttp://www.xvideos.com/video253744/lexi_belle_-_early_bukkake

The end result was that the boys in our dorm had plenty to say
about Caryn's delicious frame, but nobody wanted to deal with the
unevenness of the girl above her neck. This includes the part
between her ears. She was a sweet enough girl, but a meek lack of
confidence hung about her like a fog. Her self conscious
skittishness left her with a certain paralysis in conversation.
She was the definition of awkward. She certainly didn't project
intelligence.

Caryn set her sights on Cliff, headed for law school and a bright
future. If she had her way, Caryn probably would have been a
happy wife. At least for a little while. Cliff dropped dead of a
heart defect a little after his 30th birthday.

Caryn and I had crossed paths dozens of times at campus
functions. She would walk by our dorm room and if the door was
open she'd walk in looking to sit around next to Cliff and not
talk. In retrospect it was creepy and weird. At the time Cliff
and I didn't think much of it beyond the normal ration of guy
teasing. "Just fuck her," I'd tell him, "Give'r the big leg and
send her on her way."

"Dude," Cliff said, "If I fuck her, I'll never get to take a dump
again without that needy bitch sitting on my lap."

Cliff was a wise man, as I'd soon find out.

Sophomore year. October Night. Bonfire. Cliff was trying to make
time with an Amazon redhead who worked part time at the library.
Caryn was following Cliff around the fire like an uninvited
puppy. Cliff made eye contact with me across the dark expanse,
widened his fire-illuminated eyes, and twitched his head
impatiently toward Caryn twice. The signal was clear. "Get this
girl off me." Roger that, Charlie Lima Foxtrot. Air support with
ECMs on your mark. Wingman in position.

"Hey Caryn." Three beers into the autumn eve and no bonfire date
of my own, I had nothing but a surplus of game.

"Skip."

I slid my hand under her elbow and smoothly pulled her away from
the bonfire and toward the barrel of hard cider one of the frat
houses had brewed up for the occasion. "C'mon. There's finally a
break over at the moonshine speakeasy. We gotta try this stuff."

She looked over her shoulder at Cliff talking to Red Sonja as I
stepped her away. She resisted for a moment and then relented,
stepping in time with me.

After we cupped out a pair of plastic Solos filled with a pungent
piss of alcohol and apple juice I stared up at the brilliantly
crisp fall sky. "Orion," I pointed upwards.

Caryn sighed. "He really likes her, doesn't he?" Her eyes
remained locked on Cliff making time with the redhead

"Who, Cliff? Ehn. I wouldn't worry about it," I said. "As fickle
as Cliff is, he's on to greener pastures tomorrow."

"No, he really likes her. I've seen him talking to her at the
library. I can tell by the way he leans toward her when he talks
that it's serious. It wasn't that way with Barb or Shelly. But
there's something about this girl that makes his eyes sparkle."

We stood in the awkward boiler room glow of the outer circle of
the bonfire. Squiggling tongues of orange and ash licked a
pattern over her cheap flannel farmers jacket. Caryn stabbed at
the silence with her own answer. "Fuck," she spat. "Fuck, fuck,
fuck."

After a moment the water works started and she began to sniffle
and hitch. "Oh God, I'm such a pathetic idiot." Caryn covered her
gaping mouth with her tiny hand.

"Oh boy," I whispered. For whatever illogical reason, I felt
responsible for the situation. It was awkward and getting more
awkward by the moment. "Hey..." I stammered, concerned.

"I'm sorry," she began to sob. "I'm so embarrassed. People are
looking at me."

"Walk with me," I said. I took her hand and walked away from the
bonfire. I walked her toward the path in the town park that leads
through a thicket of trees and to the local side of the cliffs
framing the Mississippi River. We didn't have a flashlight, but
the moon was bright enough to keep us on the path. Barges pumped
upstream and another glided downstream, the searchlights in the
high wheelhouses of the tugs spinning to map the boundaries of
the river and find the navigational buoys. The upstream tug spun
a bean that stopped on Caryn and me like Michigan J. Frog in the
spotlight. Perv was probably looking for naked co-eds. Brilliant.
Instead the poor bastard threw a spotlight on the third act of
Steel Magnolias, Caryn's face contorted and twisting in suffering
as she bawled in earnest.

For no good reason I threw my drink into the river and tried to
wrap my arms around her tiny frame to comfort her. She relented
and leaned into me, blubbering snot and tears into the open V of
my unzipped Members Only jacket. My right hand tried to ease
comfort from her back while my left hand tangled in that awful
frizzy witch hair of hers. After a time she began hugging back
and her sobs subsided. I sat on the cold whitestone that framed
the top of the cliff, my legs dangling over the edge. Caryn tried
to sit next to me but complained the ground was freezing.

I scooted back so only my ankles and feet were over the cliff's
edge. "Sit on my lap then." Caryn did. I could barely feel her
weight. I had always known she was poor, more poor than I, if
that was possible. For the first time I found myself wondering if
she was eating at all. A bucket of popcorn weighed less.

When you are in college, it doesn't take much to go from Stranger
to Lover. I held her until she stopped crying. I kissed little
pecks on her forehead. We made small talk. I walked her back to
her dorm room. Her roommate had gone home for the weekend. Caryn
invited me in. After that, there was no pretext at all. I wanted
to see those enormous tits unwrapped. I eased her back on the bed
and pushed my tongue in her mouth. She offered no resistance as I
unbuttoned and peeled her shirt off. Caryn's bra was old lace,
worn thin. I was shocked by the luminescence of the pink of
Caryn's nipples glowing through the fabric. The saliva in my
mouth began to gush. I jerked that bra off her big melons with
such impatience I heard it give a wet rip. Her aureolas were
small and her nipples were long and tantalizing. And oh my God.
They were so pink they were electric. My mouth closed hard on her
right tit and my teeth latched tight and cruel.

Caryn yelped and bucked. Her hands came to my face and I grabbed
her wrists and yanked them down and pinned them against the
mattress. Then I bit the left tit with authority, chewing and
pulling the textured nip with hungry fervor. When her hands
stopped resisting I was able to start peeling her jeans off and
down to her knees. There were no panties left behind and none
clinging to the inside of her jeans. The waft of Caryn's pussy
was a fragrant candle of soap and sex. Heady and primal. My hand
slipped down her flat stomach, through an unkempt tangle of
jungle pubes, and dipped my fingertips into the puddle of sopping
soft folds. Her pussy was the wettest cleft I'd fingered in my
short career as a Lothario. Caryn's eyes fluttered upward. I
fished for her labia, but all my fingertips could find was a clit
the size of a 25¢ gumball. As my fingers traced a map around the
long circumference, Caryn thrashed like a landed trout. Her
throat noises were guttural. I bit hard again on a tit and she
arched and flooded my hand with a squirting orgasm.

"That was quick," I said. I smirked and leaned into her panting
mouth. I kissed her in a manner that was half biting nips on her
slack bottom lip, and half kiss pecks.

"That was awesome," she panted. She kicked the tangled knot of
her jeans off her feet and onto the carpet.

"I didn't think squirters really existed outside the Penthouse
letters column," I said.

Caryn blushed. "I'm sorry," she said. "Does that gross you out? I
only do that when I come really hard."

"No problem," I said. "Kinda cool, actually." I licked my
dripping fingers. the juice was flavored with a tiny tang of
cunt, but it was mostly tasteless.

Caryn fumbled at my belt. I had no patience. I had my 501s peeled
and shucked in seconds. I flopped back on the bed and pushed
Caryn's reluctant head down toward my twitching cock. Then I
noticed she wasn't just resisting. She was pushing back up
against my hand.

"Suck," I said. I wasn't barking, just direct.

"I'm... I'm not very good at that," She pushed up and tried to
stand/kneel on the bed beside me.

"Suck," I said again. I grabbed at the back of her hair and
pushed her face at my cock once more. This time I pushed down
until the wet of her mouth warmed the top half of my cock. Caryn
was right. She wasn't very good at sucking cock. Her teeth
scraped the sides of my cock and I winced.

"Sorry," she said, "it's big."

My cock wasn't big. It was a little above average. More than
seven inches. Maybe eight. Maybe nine, I dunno. I didn't need
cheap flattery, I needed my cock sucked, so I pushed her head
down until the tip of my cock pressed into her throat. She gagged
and pulled away harder than I could push to keep her down.

"Sorry," she said again, coughing. "You have a beautiful cock.
What you said about squirters? That you didn't believe they
exist? I've seen pictures of purple cockheads, but I've never
actually seen one in person before."

"It's not really purple," I said. "It's red."

"No, it's purple alright. Eggplant."

I examined my cock. She was right. If my cock stays really hard
for a long time, the natural red blush of my cock tip can take on
a purplish hue. Usually that comes as a result of a good half
hour of steady rockhard. That night the purple was running ahead
of schedule. There was something about Caryn's meekness and her
inexperience and all her squeaky little "Sorrys" that was
flipping a deeply animal switch in my brain. I had never been as
rough with another first date as I was with Caryn.

"C'mon," I goaded. "Show me something. Suck me."

Caryn looked into my eyes and then back at my cock. "Can you sit
on the edge of the bed so I can kneel in the floor?" she
whispered.

I did and Caryn did. She knelt in the dirty shag carpet remnant
at my feet and tentatively wrapped her tiny hand around the very
base of my cock. She batted her eyelashes at me one more time and
leaned forward. This time when her lips wrapped around my cock it
was an entirely different suck. Practiced. Smooth. Silky. And
soft. Frustratingly soft. Her head bobbed at such a measured and
slow pace, it was delightful, but it was pure tease. I knew I
wasn't going to bust a nut with that suck. I let her head bob for
a full half hour. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, but
Caryn's suck was just barely tepid enough not to trigger the
first twitch of orgasm.

I'd had enough. I stood up, reached down and grabbed Caryn under
her armpits. I swear my intent was only to lift her to her feet
so I could push her back on the bed and mount her pussy. Instead
I miscalculated how damn light she was. Maybe 80 pounds, and half
of that had to be ass and titty. I ended up yanking her off the
floor and then some. She flew up against my stomach and wrapped
her legs across my back when we collided.

I just went with it. While I stood next to the bed, I reached
around the steep curve of her ass and fingered the tip of my
throbbing prick, pushing it toward Caryn's dripping fuckhole. She
was gushing wet again. I lined up and pulled her downward,
reveling in the grip of her tight sloppywet cunt squeezing lower
and lower on my shaft. I pulled Caryn down until her meager
weight was entirely supported by the bridge of her big clit
against my pubic bone.

"OH mother of FUCK!" Caryn shouted. Her eyes went thin. The backs
of her heels began desperately fluttering to find the backs of my
knees. "Jesusfuckingchrist, you're going to rip me in half!" she
yelped. For the first time it dawned on me that the pure ecstasy
of having my cock buried to the hilt in tight, soppy gash wasn't
translating to Caryn. Her entire mass was held up by my purple
cockhead drilling up into the top of her cervix. She wasn't
trying to fuck me. She was trying to climb me to get the
stretching pressure-pain off her womb. Again, I know no one would
(or should) believe that I had never had a sexually sadistic
thought go through my mind before that night. I was always a
perfectly boring gentleman in the sack. But again, there was
something about Caryn that sparked my dominant streak. I widened
my legs and stepped out when she tried to lock her legs behind
me. I used my strength to overpower her and push her down even
harder on my cock when she tried to pull up on my shoulders. Her
eyes squinted shut in pain and tears started rolling out the
corners. I kept my eyes open and mapped every deliciously cruel
second of her agony. It was all new.

But eventually my urge to stroke my cock in and out of her pussy
won out. I reached behind her and grabbed an ass cheek in each
hand and began lifting her up as I backed my cock out of her, and
then dropping her as I thrust forward. Caryn's head swiveled. Her
top teeth went so far into her bottom lip that I expected blood
to flow as she grimaced in pleasure and pain. Her head swiveled
erratically around the anchor of her neck like a helium balloon
on a windy day. She made little yippy squeaks as my hard prick
drilled her pussy over and over.

Then she came. I had never experienced anything like it. Caryn's
entire being began to thrash a tight little sine wave of hard,
convulsive tremors. It was like holding an earthquake against my
chest. Her pussy flooded once more. Soaking my balls and my
thighs, raining down on the iffy dorm room carpet.  She went limp
as a Pad Thai noodle and I thought she may have passed out. I
dropped her down on my cock again for some more particularly
sadistic upthrusts and she didn't flinch.

"I think I killed you," I mumbled in her ear.

"That might explain why I'm in heaven," she muttered into my
shoulder, her eyes not opening.

I leaned down and plunked Caryn's limp frame across the narrow
bed frame. If she thought I was letting her rest, she was wrong.
I grabbed her curvy hips, lifted her, and flipped her over on her
stomach. Then I pulled her up into a doggy pose and backwards
until her knees were barely on the mattress and her tiny feet
hung in the air on each side of my legs. I wanted to doggy fuck
her while standing so I could pound her pussy nice and hard.

Dammit. She had a nasty bunny tail of hair covering her asshole
that was disgusting. I shouldn't have been surprised, given the
huge bush she was sporting. "Gah," I thought. "This girl really
needs work!" The revelation was obvious. It was simple. It was
undeniable. There was a really hot bitch on all fours in front of
me. She just needed the Henry Higgins treatment. She needed
makeup. She needed a small battalion of Brazilian spa girls
sporting wooden sticks dripping with hot wax. She needed some
clothes that fit her form, some skirts, something a girl wouldn't
slop hogs in. She needed a good haircut and probably a
professional dye job. Maybe blonde. Maybe brunette. Hell, she had
the light skin to make a knockout redhead.

Caryn needed work.

I, on the other hand, needed to come. I reached out to grab a wad
of the back of Caryn's straw coif and pulled her back into my
twitching cock. I took turns pulling her hair and yanking her
hips until I finally felt the point-of-no-return broiling up from
my scrotum. I banged Caryn's pussy even harder and she began
yipping in pain again. It felt as if my entire ass melted into
lava and then rushed through the length of my cock as I began to
pump cum.

I've had some impressive displays of cocksmanship in my life, but
that first evening with Caryn set the high water mark. Seven.
Eight. Nine orgasmic clenches. I pulled out of Caryn's pussy and
a surprising tenth and eleventh shot of thick come fired into the
back of her head. Wet white ropes made suspension bridges between
the messy curls of her hair. I didn't think it was physically
possible to have that much cum in me. I was fucking Spiderman,
shooting sticky webs five and six feet in front of me.

I never asked if she was on birth control. Of course she wasn't.
Even subsidized Planned Parenthood birth control pills cost a
couple bucks every month. Caryn didn't have it.

Did she get pregnant? Amazing to me now, but no. Not that
evening, not the next morning when I fucked her again. Not for
hundreds of times after that, either. Absolutely fucking amazing.
There was a point before we got married when Caryn asked if I'd
ever had my sperm checked for mobility. Neither one of us could
believe I put that many loads in her without a single "Bingo." It
was odd. Very odd, I admit.

But again, I'm getting ahead of myself.

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