Domming Daughter Dani – Part 14 of 51 – BABYSITTING SUZIE PART SIX

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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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.