Domming Daughter Dani – Part 3 of 51 – CARYN PART TWO

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Caryn stopped following Cliff around. She started following me everywhere. Once Cliff found out I had fucked Caryn, he was merciless in his teasing. It bugged me for a little while and I tried to pretend like Caryn and I weren’t really an item. But then I fucked her again. And again. She was there. I was a teenager. I wasn’t going to turn down having a female pet. And that’s what she was. We didn’t go on dates. We didn’t go out to dinner. When my cock was twitchy (which was nearly always) I did whatever I had a mind to do and she never balked at a single direction I gave her. She complied. She gave lousy head. I posed her in whatever position I fancied. I balled her hard until I could see the pain on her face. Then I came inside her for two or three hard pumps before I pulled out and marked her face, tits, or back with even more strings of my hot seed. Everything was simple.

Then came the Christmas break of sophomore year, the first time Caryn and I were apart after we started fucking. Caryn asked if she could go home with me and stay with my parents. Not a crazy request, but remember, I said I was done with my parents by that time. I was going home for semester break alright, but I was going to stay with my quote-endquote real girlfriend (or rather the couch of her parents’ house). My real girlfriend was still a senior in high school, where we’d started dating when I was a junior and she was a slutty freshman. Things were definitely cooling between Peggy and I as absence had made the heart grow distant, but there was still an offer on the table from her folks to crash there, get fed, and dogsit while the family traveled a couple days. Of course there also would be the inevitable crappy sweater under the tree with my name on it. The dorms were shut down and locked over break, so I had to go somewhere. Might as well go live it up and get reacquainted with Peggy’s hot little cocksucking mouth. After a few months with Caryn’s medicocre-at-best suck skills, I craved Peggy’s hard, cock hungry slurping and the way she made defiant eye contact with me as she worked my cock deep from tip to balls.

“Naw, I’m not really going home,” I told Caryn. “Staying with uh... staying with a friend.”

“Any chance I could crash there too?” Caryn asked. Her eyes were big. I should have been able to read between the lines, but I wasn’t very empathetic. I remember thinking of how insanely jealous Peggy was, and how funny was the idea of bringing a girlfriend with me to Peggy’s house. Peggy may have been the only girl I ever fucked who didn’t have a single iota of bi-curious adventure in her. She was the last girl on the planet to welcome Caryn. 

“Sorry, Doll,” I said. “I’m already kinda pushing my luck by crashing my friend’s house. We’re not as close as we used to be. Uh, so I’ll catch up with you after break okay?”

I was such a self-centered asshole. It never never never even crossed my mind to ask what Caryn was doing over the break. I assumed she was going home like everyone else. She was there when the carpool heading for my town packed up a few hours after final exams. She kissed me. I was still skittish about publically acknowledging any emotional connection with Caryn and my return kiss was half-hearted.

I climbed into the back seat of an old Caprice. I looked out he window. I still remember the expression on Caryn’s face. It wasn’t longing. It wasn’t sadness. It wasn’t about our parting. It was a mixture of fear and concern. 

I did not give one fuck. I was going to be balls-deep in my high school girlfriend a few hours later. That was the only thing on my mind.

--- A note from the author ---

Dudes and dudettes, I know I’m pretty far afield of the pedo pud-puller you were expecting. And we’re getting pretty deep into the weeds with an intercallary story about a college Christmas dalliance that happened forever ago. I know. I know.

But I told you upfront, this isn’t your typical jerk story. This is a true account of what happened over many years. The pedo chapter of my life was indirectly influenced by that which transpired on that Christmas break visit to Peggy’s house, way back when. Those fifteen days had more than a little to do with why and how I ended up fucking my own daughter. If you’ve hung with me this far, hang a little longer.