Domming Daughter Dani – Part 4 of 51 – PEGGY PART ONE

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Peggy’s parents were high-functioning drunks. Fun drunks, but drunks. It was awesome. It was awesome because Mr. and Mrs. Wagner would do their drinking in trendy bars far from the suburbs where they lived. They’d drive into the city to go out drinking at the upscale watering holes and swerve back into the driveway at three thirty in the morning. On countless occasions, Peggy and I would still be in her bed when we heard the family car squeal cattycorner into the garage. We’d run out of her room while pulling on our clothes and sit on the couch moments after we Mom and Dad Wags would stumble past the living room, flip a bleary-eyed wave to us, and weave their way to bed. 

About a third of the time they’d phone home to tell Peggy they were getting a hotel room for the night instead of driving home wasted. These nights were the best. No listening for the garage opener. Just all night sucking and fucking without fear of interruption.

My first night back in town at Peggy’s house, Mom and Dad Wags already had their hotel reservations at the same downtown hotel where Dad Wags’ trucking company was having it’s holiday bash. Peggy and I were greenlighted for some carefree welcome home sex. 

Unfortunately, Peggy had a jones to see the latest Eddie Murphy movie, way back when Eddie Murphy movies didn’t suck. I wanted her to pop the pressure on my balls before we left, but she was being her usual headstrong self. It was a power game. It had been a constant power struggle with us for the past year. My win-loss ratio with Peggy’s power plays was not impressive.

Peggy had been adopted at birth by the Wagners, who had been told they could not have children of their own. Four years later, Mrs. Wags wound up pregnant with Suzie. Suzie, twelve years old during that Christmas break, was the spitting image of Mrs. Wags. Both were willowy natural blondes. Both had hair that ran shorter than I liked, but not butch short. Both quite beautiful and elvish in their facial features. Mrs. Wags had B-titties at best. Suzie had just started to bud off her flat girl chest. Mrs. Wags was a stitch and Suzie was a little sweetheart who did a lousy job keeping her girl crush on her sister’s boyfriend to herself. In many ways I felt more welcome in the Wagner’s comfortable middle-class ranch home than Peggy did.

Peggy was a curvy caramel brunette. It was the late 80s so she wore her hair big and usually plastered with so much Aquanet that it was no fun to touch. Her tits were a handful, and I remember how heavy they were. Not so much big carpet schmackers. But dense. Her nipples were brown and flat with just a tiny pimple of a chewable nib on the ends, competing with several other smaller nipple formations swirling through her aureoles. If a guy wasn’t watching what he was doing, he could latch on to the wrong nipple. 

I thought Peggy was short at 5’ 4”. I must have been comparing her to her tall mother. She seemed taller all of a sudden, but it was likely the comparison to tiny Caryn.

Peggy had surprised me last year by shaving her pussy smooth. We had watched a Ginger Lynn porno on VHS and I commented on how all the girls in porn had shaved. So Peg shaved her pussy smooth as a birthday present to me. I loved it, so she kept it.

I can’t remember if the movie Peggy insisted on seeing that night was Beverly Hills Cop II or The Golden Child. I just remember the movie sucked and my cock kept yo-yoing down my pant leg and back up into my boxers as I impatiently waited for the damn credits to roll. After the movie she tried to talk me into going to her girlfriends house to hang out for a while, but I put my foot down. We were going back to her house and she was going to hang out with my cock. Period.

The corner of Peggy’s mouth twitched and I knew she had been pushing my buttons. Again. 

Once through the threshold of her door I pulled her toward her room. Suzie and her sleepover friend Maxy were draped over the living room couches and waved at me as we breezed by. 

“I have to pee first,” Peggy said. “Go on in my room and wait for me.” 

Of all my frustrations with Peggy, my number one gripe was that she had a bladder the size of a walnut. She was always peeing. She’d peed before we left for the movie. She’d peed when we arrived at the theater. She’d been up twice during the movie. She was peeing for her fifth time in three hours. Because she was always peeing, her pussy constantly tasted like piss. I’d stopped trying to lick her years before. 

Before I went in to Peggy’s pink room, I lingered in the hallway for a moment, looking at the gallery of framed family photographs lining the walls. I loved looking at those pictures. The Wagners were so fucking happy. Even the posed portraits were fun. For a guy with a dysfunctional upbringing, it soothed my heart to see the evidence of a real family. Mom and Dad were drunks. The kids were left home alone too much. One of the kids was adopted. But still, there was no denying they were a real family. They loved each other unconditionally. I wanted that family.

“You see his thing all hard in his pants?” It was Maxy whispering too loud.

“Shhhh. You tramp!” Suzie giggled.

“Oh, like you haven’t talked about Skip’s wiener a dozen times!”

“Shhhh! Dammit Maxy, be quiet.”

“Tell me again how big it is.”

“It’s a telephone pole,” Suzie giggled. “As big as my forearm.” 

Suzie had walked into Peggy’s room once while she was jacking my cock. Suzie was exaggerating, but apparently those few seconds before Peggy shouted her back out the door had left an impression on little Suzie. I hadn’t thought anything of it. Suzie was too little for me to think of her as anything other than my girlfriend’s baby sister. 

“I don’t know how it all fits in Peg’s vagina,” Suzie whispered. “It would have to stick up into her stomach.”

“Maybe he just puts the head in.”

“Maybe.”

“You think they’re going to do it?” Maxy asked.

“Of course they’re going to do it!” Suzie said. “They always do it. Peggy says she gets tired of how much Skip always wants to do it. But she says that’s how girls keep their boyfriends.”

“If she’s tired of Skip, I’ll do it with him,” Maxy said. “He can be my boyfriend, I’d even let you watch us do it.” Maxy started laughing.

“Big talk,” Suzie countered. “Big talk, Cherry McCherison.”

“So you do it,” Maxy teased back. “You know you want it as much as I do. Now that you’re no longer a virgin, you crawl in with Skip tonight after Peggy goes to bed. You know you like Skip as much as I do.”

“More.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“More. Totally. I saw him first, Slut.”

“Slut ho.”

“They’ll sleep together all night. My parents aren’t coming home. Besides, Peggy would beat the shit out of me if she caught me with her boyfriend. She’d totally fucking kill you, Max.”

Maxy sighed. 

The hall bathroom door popped open and Peggy stepped out. “What are you doing out here?” Peggy said it loud enough that I know the girls in the living room heard her. There must have been a “Did Skip hear us talking shit?” moment between them. 

Again, I know this is a pedo story but God strike me dead, I did not have a “Whooo boy!” moment. Maxy had really big juicy new tits for a just-turned-thirteen year old and she was tiny the way I liked my girls. She had long, wavy espresso brunette hair the way I really really like on a woman. But I’d seen her playing with dolls just a couple years back. I merely thought her interest and her grown up sex talk was cute. Suzie still looked more like a girl than a woman, even if she was almost as tall as Peggy now. I loved the kid, but I didn’t want to bone her. My mind was still trying to process what she said about losing her virginity. I couldn’t believe that skinny little girl had already fucked a boy.

I looked down to see Peggy’s round water balloon jugs bouncing naked in front of me. Her pants were unzipped, peeled open at the snap, and ready for removal. I planted a hot, wet kiss on her. I pushed the tip of my tongue against the roof of her mouth. My cock was so pumped with anticipation I could have broken a concrete block in half with it. I pulled Peggy into her room by the elbow and pushed the door shut behind us.