Domming Daughter Dani – Part 7 of 51 – PEGGY PART FOUR

By Dutchboy

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Story codes: mdom, male dominant, incest, inc, true, bdsm, some pedo, spanking, mmf and mff. 

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Day Two with the Wagners went smoothly. Mr. and Mrs. Wags were home all day. They cooked a big dinner, and afterward we all crowded into the family room and watched something a rental on the ol’ VHS atop the Magnovox. I could not have sparked a hardon if you had payed me gold dubloons for every second I could keep it up. I was drained. Peggy seemed to put the events of the previous night behind us. Suzie was acting hooterish, though. She kept looking at me with suspicion. I began to wonder if she’d heard me throat fuck and slap her sister. It was possible. 

On Day Three, Peggy and I did our own respective things. She had to work her job at a shoe store. I hung out with my male high school buddies. I rolled back to the Wagner household around Ten at night. Peggy’s shift ended at six, but she still wasn’t home. 

Suzie was splayed out on the couch with Oscar the Dachshund curled up in the floor beside her. I plopped on the couch at Suzie’s feet. Some author I didn’t recognize was on Johnny Carson. I asked Suzie who he was and she said she didn’t pay any attention. She was just waiting for the musical guest. She was in her pajamas and had a crocheted yarn afghan pulled around her shoulders for comfort. She gave me a forced little smile but said nothing. 

Unusual.

Mr. and Mrs. Wags were already in their bed, probably watching the TV in their room as per usual. 

Suzie loved to cuddle, and Suzie loved when I worked my fingernails up and down her back. It seemed like an opportune time to give her some of the attention she craved. I pulled the afghan off her, scooped her up and l lay back down where Suzie had been with her on top of me and the afghan over both of us. I spooned her and gave her a hug. 

“Nice,” she mumbled. She smiled a little more than I’d seen in two days. I was used to her lighting up when I walked in the room, but she was much closer to frosty that night. Something was definitely up.

I kissed her ear lightly and breathed hot into her neck. It tickled her and she squirmed.

“Where’s Peg?” I asked.

“Dunno.” Suzie answered.

“Sure you do,” I teased. “Her shift was over hours ago. She only works a half mile away. Surely she stopped home to pee ten times and change clothes.”

Suzie laughed, uneasy. “I think she went out with a friend after work.”

“Dixie?”

“Yeah. Maybe. Not sure.”

“Hmmm,” I teased. “I guess you’ll just have to be my girlfriend until she gets home.” 

No. Not even remotely serious. I was merely trying to play to her ego and feed her crush a little.

“I’m going to bed,” she said, crawling off me and the couch.

“What is wrong, Honey?” I asked. “Do you want to talk about something? Something eating at you?”

Suzie looked at me. Studied me. “No,” she said. “I’m just tired. See you tomorrow.”

“Domani,” I waved.  Odd. Very odd. She must have heard me rough up her sister. Dammit. 

Peggy sneaked quietly through the garage door just before midnight.

“Hey darlin’” I called to her.

“Hey.” She locked the door behind her.

“How’s Dixie Dawn?””

“Uh... Dixie? She’s good. Yeah. Looking at colleges, you know.”

“Cool.” 

Peggy sat by me on the edge of the couch and I pulled her down for a kiss. And another kiss. Then we were tongue wrestling. I started to paw up under the flap of her shirt to squeeze the lacy mellons in her bra. 

“Baby,” she whispered. “Baby I’m exhausted. I can’t keep my eyes open.” 

“‘sokay,” I whispered back. “I’ll be quick. Quicker still if you stay on your knees. You know how fast I came last time with you on your knees.”

“No really,” she whispered between kisses.”I’ve been going full steam all day. I’d go narcoleptic on you. I don’t want to fight with you, baby, I’m just really really tired.”

I pulled Peggy’s hand down onto the warm bulge in my jeans. “Quick quick quick,” I promised.

Peggy sighed. “Okay. Whip ‘im out.”

I unbuttoned my 501s in a single yank, pushed them down to my ankles. I kicked them off, then shucked my boxers, wadded them, and hid them under the couch cushions. I worked my right ankle through one leg of my discarded jeans. The moment I heard a creak in the hallway floor, I could jump right back into my pants. I stood in front of Peg with my hard cock waving at her forehead. Peggy had no choice but to get on her knees to get her mouth level with my needy prick. Pre-come coated my cock head and a thin stream of bubbling wet glycerin strung down and bounced like a lazy tongue from a serpent.

Peggy went right to work. There was no artistry in her suck. She latched her lips around my cockhead and the rough flat of her tongue immediate began goading the nerves on the face of my cock. The suction was so direct and so powerful that my feet left the carpet when I jerked in stimulation overload.

When Peggy was giving pure maintenance sex, she had a habit of turning a blow job into a wet hand job after just one or two minutes of sucking. Not that night. She was a machine. I kept thinking, If this is what I get from ringing Peggy’s bell, I’m going to have to slap her around more often.

I rested my hand against the back of her head. I didn’t have to push. It was all I could do to keep up with the power of her pistoning head. Peggy sucked like she was trying to siphon ten dollar bills through a radiator hose. In less than five minutes my balls were trying to crawl up inside me with tension. My prick pulsed and the upward tingle of nerve endings signaled I wouldn’t last much longer.

Peggy knew it too. Her eyes opened and she took a few more hard grunting sucks. She released her suction and brought her lips to the very tip of my come hole. She stopped for a moment to gush up a mouth full of saliva. Then she bubbled a huge wash of spit on my cock head and pushed it down slowly with a delicate mouth. She pulled off once more and her practiced hand locked behind my cockhead and started pumping hard.

“You like that? You like that trampy suck?” she purred. Her hand was a blur and I began to melt from the backs of my legs.

I was shocked. I’d been trying to get Peggy to talk dirty since I’d known her. Suddenly she was looking me in the eye and talking shit with a nasty little smile on her face. 

I passed the point of no return. I had seconds before I spewed cum.

“Suck!” I barked.

Peggy didn’t suck. She just looked at me.

“Suck!” I insisted. “Now!”

Peggy had one more moment of cock pumping to look at me. The porn queen vanished and the annoyed bitch look I knew so well returned. Resigned, she stopped pumping cock and wrapped her soft lips around my cock head at the exact moment I shuddered come, bucking my hips and and thrashing my head involuntarily. I pressed a hand against the back of her head to keep her from pulling away. I looked down long enough to see her nose crinkle and the blatant look of disgust in Peggy’s expression as her tongue washed under jets of my salty seed. 

As fast as the blow job had unfolded, my come didn’t have much time to warm up and thin out. I came hard but I didn’t come more than five thick pumps. The moment I twitched a sixth time I could tell I was shooting blanks. My hand came off the back of Peggy’s head and her mouth slipped off my cock. She cupped her stroking hand and spit my foamy load right back out into it. It brimmed and trickled over the edge where she caught the spillage with her other hand. 

“Wow,” she said. “That was a new land speed record for you. Can you get me a couple tissues? Li’l help here?”

I shuffled over and grabbed a Kleenex box off the top of the television. I pulled out a wad of several tissues and dropped them into her cupped hands.

“Thanks,” Peggy said. She soaked up my loose come from her hands and then dabbed at the drip string hanging from my cock head. 

I was annoyed that Peg hadn’t swallowed my load. I was too awash in post orgasmic swoon to make an issue of it. 

“Bed,” she pulled herself up to standing. “See you tomorrow.”

As I lay on the couch that night, I kept turning it all over and over in my head. Had I changed my relationship with Peggy when I roughed her up? For the better? For worse? Had it really changed at all, or were the peculiarities in Peg’s shifting attitudes just another moody anomaly of hers?

Something else struck me like a hammer. Caryn had never swallowed my come. Why? Because I’d never told her to. Why? I didn’t know.

I had never gone from Caryn’s pussy back to her mouth for more suck. Why? Because I’d never had a mind to do it. Why? I didn’t know.

I had never tasted Caryn’s pussy. Not once in three months of nearly constant sex. Why? I didn’t know.

But I did know. Even though Caryn was my pet fucktoy, I was still letting Peggy’s bullshit bed hangups govern my sex sessions with Caryn. I didn’t lick Caryn’s pussy because Peggy’s pussy smelled like a urinal. 

Why? I didn't have a good answer. 

Peggy was my “real” girlfriend and Caryn was my “fill-in” girlfriend... Why? Caryn wasn’t a perfect suck, and not a perfect fuck, but Caryn’s attitude had been better in the sack than Peggy had ever been on her best day. If Caryn had hang ups, what were they? She wanted to suck from her knees in the floor? That was a hang up? She needed a razor over her asshole and a good bush thatching? That was a hang up? Really?

I realized in the dead of that night that I missed Caryn. A lot. Not just her pussy, but the ease of her companionship as well. I tried to remember Caryn complaining about something I’d said or done. I tried to remember ever seeing a look of disgust on Caryn’s face like the one Peggy had just shown me when I pumped come in her mouth.

What the fuck? What the fuck! I realized I was more attached to my fucktoy than my girlfriend. 

I thought about calling Caryn. Then I realized I didn’t even have her home phone number for the farm she lived on. I’d never asked. Man, I really had taken Caryn for granted. Instead of sleeping I started making lists of the freaky shit I was going to try on Caryn when I got back to school. As I fantasized, Caryn balked at my orders and I slapped her hard across the face. Then fantasy Caryn -- a Caryn with eye makeup and long, wavy dark brunette hair -- complied reluctantly, her meek little mouse expression fearfully worried for the next slap to crack loud against her jaw. My cock stiffened thinking about it and I jacked my cock until warm come rained down on my stomach. I barely had the presence of mind to pull up my boxers before I drifted off.