Domming Daughter Dani – Part 16 of 51 – FIRST THREESOME

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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On my last full day with the Wagners Peggy had a ten hour shift at the shoe store. She wasn’t due home until after ten at night. At eleven-thirty in the afternoon I kissed her for the last time.

“Hey, what are you gonna do tonight?” Peggy asked.

“Dave, Jimmy, and the twins and I are probably going to hang out at High Score,” I said, referencing the local video arcade.

“Oh, okay,” Peggy said. “I’m probably going to swing by Dixie’s house after work.”

“Oh,” I said. My face flushed with humiliation. “Still looking at colleges, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Has she considered going into the military?” I asked.

“Uh...” Peggy looked at me suspiciously. “Uh, no. Don’t think so.”

“That’s too bad,” I said as flatly as I could. “I hear it’s a great way to get laid.”

Peggy stayed silent for a beat, examining my blank expression for clues. “That so?”

“So I hear.” I stared her down.

“Oh. Okay. Well I’ll see you later. “

“Mmm,” I said. I turned and walked out of the room.

Jimmy never showed. Dave and the twins had family obligations so our night ended early. They dropped me off at 8:30 and I let myself into the Wagner house. Mom and Dad Wagner were gone. There were no sounds of life. Then Suzie opened the door from the basement and stuck her head through.

“Hey Skip.”

“Hey Darlin’. Whatchew doing in the basement by yourself?”

“Maxy’s here. We’re playing pool.”

“With what? Nerf balls? I didn’t hear a thing.”

“We were goofing off.”

“Ah.”

“Wanna come downstairs and hang out with us?”

“Don’t want to encroach on your time with Ma--” Suzie shut me up by walking to me and planting a tongue-twisting kiss on my yapper.

“Come downstairs.” Suzie whispered.

“I can do that,” I said.

I followed Suzie down the stairs into the partially finished basement. Mr. Wags got the drywall up and some cheap wall-to-wall carpet on the floor and lost interest in further remodeling shortly after he lost interest in his new pool table. There was an ashram-quality pile of multicolored pillows on the floor in the far corner of the basement, underneath a vent register. Maxy was splayed out in the pillows like a little Italian cupie doll.

“Hola, Maxine,” I said.

Maxy looked at me and blushed.

“What’s with you?” I asked.

“Nuthin’” Maxy said. She chewed on her lip and tried not to look me in the eyes.

“Aw shit!” I slapped my forehead. “Suzie! Goddammit. You fucking big mouth!”

Suzie laughed and dove into the pillows beside Maxy. “I couldn’t lie to my best friend!”

“Geez fuck! You’re going to get me in trouble. You’re not exactly legal.” Damn skippy she wasn’t legal. Not so much a pending panic situation back in those days, though. 

“Well then you better be nice to me or I’m going to tell-ell!” Suzie sang and giggled.

“Your dad is 300 pounds,” I said. “I can outrun your dad all day long. How long can you outrun your sister?”

“C’mere!” Suzie smiled and patted the pillow between her and Maxy. 

I flopped between them. Suzie wasted no time putting her hand on my shoulder and kissing me passionately. I went with it for a few minutes. Then I notice Maxy staring right at us as if we were a zoo exhibit. I broke the kiss.

“We’re being rude to your friend,” I said.”Maxy doesn’t want to watch us make out. And I’m not sure I want to put on a performance for Maxy.”

“Maxy wants to watch,” Suzie laughed. “Dontcha Maxy?”

Maxy answered by shrinking even smaller and blushing hard with a bright red flush of her olive skin. I knew Maxy and Suzie lived on the deck of Suzie’s backyard pool during the Summer. I’d seen them both sunning topless before Sue got her buds and Maxy got her big juicy gazongas. Suzie’s skin had returned to it’s cream color, but Maxy was still golden.

“I’m pretty sure that’s a ‘no,’ “ I said.

“Maxy,” Suzie made a big-eyed showy threatening face that I was not supposed to see. “Max, you fucking chicken shit.”

I didn’t understand what was going on. I watched Suzie stare at Maxy and tip her forehead toward me.

“C’mon,” Suzie said to Maxy.

Then to me: “Skip, Maxy was wondering, uh, asking if you might want to kiss her. Dintcha, Max?”

I looked at Max. Maxy looked absolutely mortified. I couldn’t tell if Suzie was putting me on or if Maxy had talked shit with Suzie and then rethought the reality of her words with me laying inches away.

Since Maxy filled out with her new tits and curvy ass, I thought she was absolutely adorable. I liked tiny girls and Maxy was no taller than four foot nine. I liked dark brunettes and Maxy had long dark wavy hair. She was a smaller version of Peggy with a tiny button nose and bigger eyes. To say Maxy was older than Suzie is kind of disingenuous. Maxy had turned 13 at the end of October and Suzie’s 13th birthday would be on Valentine’s Day. Maxy was just an early bloomer and Suzie’s body development was running way behind her trampy little brain.. 

“Maxy,” I sighed. “It would be my great pleasure to kiss you. Would you do me the honor?”

Maxy’s response was to look nervously at Suzie and gulp.  I leaned over, pinched Maxy’s chin in my fingers, and lifted her mouth upwards as I dropped in for an extra-soft closed mouth kiss. Maxy closed her eyes and melted into a puddle of wistful goo. I pulled away for a second and Maxy just hanged there in the moment. I went back and kissed her again. And again. then I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue against her tongue and a whooshing, passionate exhale hissed out of her nose. 

“Wow,” Maxy said when I broke the kiss. I leaned over and kissed Suzie again. Suzie and I tongue wrestled, and my testosterone took over. I stopped play-kissing and started trying to eat Suzie’s soft mouth. Suzie broke the kiss and pushed my cheek towards Maxy.

Oooooookay. It took me that long to “get it.” It was on. 

I lip-locked Maxy and pushed her onto her back in the pillow pile. Suzie’s fingers pushed into my sides, grabbed my Izod and began peeling it upwards. I broke with Maxy long enough to let it fly. I pushed Suzie down so she was parallel with Maxy and just mere inches separating their shoulders. Each of my knees pushed between the girls’ respective shins and I distributed my weight so that I was half laying on them both. 

I traded between the girls’ tongues. Maxy wasn’t much of a kisser, but she was definitely swept up in the moment.

I decided to push my luck and see what my boundaries really were. My left hand went under Suzie’s shirt and bra and locked a squeeze on her right tit bud. My right hand groped Maxy’s right melon on the outside of her shirt. Nobody complained. Within a minute, I tugged and peeled Suzie bare from the waist up. I took turns sucking her titty buds for a token amount of seconds. Then, onto the main event, I unwrapped Maxy’s new jugs. her bra was a front snap, and when the cups parted to reveal those knockers... Holy fucking shit. I’m sure drool spilled over my bottom lip. Her tits were spectacular. Her nips were hard, long, and a dark reddish brown. No tan line. Gravity held no sway on those fresh sweater-puppies. They stared back at me. I bit into Maxy’s nipples like a starving hyena, grunting and slurping and moaning as my teeth closed around Maxy’s tender nips and my mouth lifted to stretch her tit from pear-shaped to wigwam. Maxy yipped. Maxy squirmed. Maxy’s right leg (on the inside of my right leg) squirmed and her crotch humped against me.

“Hey now,” Suzie cleared her throat. 

I bit into Suzie’s left bud with more subdued ferocity. I opened my mouth wide and took the entire scoop of flesh into my mouth and tried to suck hard enough to bruise her whole nubbin with one big mouthful of suction. Suzie seemed to like that even more than having her pink nips worked over. I popped off and gave the right tit equal attention. Both my hands fished at the damp crotch of both the girls’ jeans at the same time.

Suzie wiggled out from under me and shucked herself completely nude in one deft motion. As I was unzipping Maxy, Suzie started pulling my button fly jeans in two directions. I hopped to my feet so Suzie could pull my jeans off. The engorged head of my cock was already protruding several inches up and out of the top elastic band of my boxers. After a second those were gone too. I towered over my preteen fucktoy and my soon-to-be barely-teen conquest. Suzie was smiling demurely, propped up on an elbow and smirking at Maxy. Maxy was staring at my cock with her mouth agape in absolute shock.

“Who’s first?” I looked back and forth between them. 

“Meeee!” Suzie raised her hand. She was having fun. Maxy continued to look terrified.

I lay on my back between the girls and Suzie rolled between my legs. With no ceremony, her mouth locked onto my cockhead and she started slow, deep suckstrokes, moaning softly on every upsuck. I pulled Maxy into my left armpit and we kissed. Her mouth was smokey like Suzie’s, but it didn’t have Suzie’s crazy-soft texture. It was a mind blowing rush to coax Maxy’s tongue to dance against mine while Suzie’s tongue frenched with my come hole. 

I started working on getting Maxy’s bluejeans off, trying not to break Maxy’s kiss or arch away from Suzie’s tight little suck, not even for a second. Maxy didn’t assist. I got jeans and panties pushed below Maxy’s knees, and that was enough for me to see the blush line of Maxy’s pussy folds bisecting the middle of her dark pubic curls.  I pushed my fingers into the sloppy mush of Maxy’s little puss. Passive Maxy didn’t even spread her legs. I had to pull my hand from Maxy’s hot twat and jerk her closest knee further towards me to get Maxy’s legs wide enough for a good entree to her cunt. As soon as I pulled her mound wide open I was hit by the sweet and tangy waft of Maxy’s juices. I hadn’t really noticed the smell of Suzie’s pussy unless my nose was in it. There was one aspect of Maxy that wasn’t passive and it was the nose tang of her twat. 

Maxy’s pussy was lippy and fat like Peggy’s. Big wings. Maxy had no clit hood and her dark pink button was open for business.

Maxy also laid there like a lump, panting under the attention of my fingertips as they danced a little swirling spell over the tactile glossy braille of her dripping snatch. 

Suzie sucked her artistry the same way she always did. 

I stopped kissing Maxy and watched Suzie suck my blushing prick while my fingers continued to sweep up and down the length of Maxy’s snatch, her little clit drumming through the spaces between my fingertips as they passed by, pointer-to-pinky, and then reversed, pinky-to-pointer.

Maxy started watching Suzie work me with a fascination.

“Does that look like fun?” I whispered to Maxy.

Suzie looked up and smiled at us while she bobbed away.

Maxy blushed and tried to ignore me.

“C’mon, Sweetie,” I said to Maxy. “Why don’t you give Sooz a hand?”

Suzie popped off my cockhead and slowly stroked the length of my shaft with swirling fingers. “C’mere, Chickenshit,” she smiled at Maxy. “I want you to meet Spike.”

Maxy didn’t move. I got the flat of my hand behind Maxy’s shoulder blades and pushed her down to my hips.

It took Suzie two minutes of coaxing to get Maxy’s timid hand to reach over and run her fingertips down the front of my shaft. She still looked afraid and uncomfortable.

“Spike’s not going to bite you,” Suzy teased. “C’mon. Hold him. Hold him right here under the head. That’s right. No, harder. Tighter.”

“I don’t want to hurt him,” Maxy whispered. It was the first time Maxy had spoken in the twenty minutes since I first kissed Suzie.

“You can’t hurt a cock,” Suzie said. “Guys like it when you squeeze it hard or suck it hard. It makes your hand feel like a vagina. Look.” Suzie pulled my cock out of Maxy’s half-assed grip. She laced the fingers of both her hands around the base of my cock and squeezed so hard she grimaced and her thin little biceps quivered. Then she gripped my cock with one hand and whacked it hard and loud against her opposite palm several times. “See,” she said. “Did that hurt, Skip?”

“Actually it felt pretty good.”

“Right,” Suzie said. “So you hold Spike, Maxy. Yep. Perfect. God, Skip’s dick is so big your little midgit hand barely goes all the way around it. Now squeeze. Good. See the pre-come spill out the top when you squeeze?”

“Uh-huh,” Maxy mumbled. Her eyes remained glued to my cock as if were going to turn into a woodpecker at any moment and drill her right on her tiny nose. Maxy’s doe eyes were normally bigger than average, but her bewilderment made her look as if she had spilled from the pen of a Japanese anime pervert. 

Suzie wrapped her hand around Maxy’s stroking hand to show her the rhythm of a good handjob. 

“No,” Suzie scolded. “Higher. The top of your stroke has to come up just over the head. No, you’re squeezing at the top and pushing down. You let your fingers glide down, squeeze, and pull up. See. Like that. Good. You’re trying to coax the sperm into flying upward, so you show them how they should come upward. If you stab down, you’re pushing the sperm back in Skip’s balls. Right Skip?”

“Uh, sure.” Wrong facts, right thesis.

“Good,” Suzie cooed at Maxy’s semi-competent cock stroke. “Now give Spike a nice kiss.”

Maxy made an unpleasant face. “Sooz,” she whispered. “It’s all sticky!”

“That’s just pre-come,” Suzie assured her. “It doesn’t taste like anything. Here.” Suzie pulled her index finger across my bubbling come hole and held the glistening drop in front of Maxy’s face.

Maxy was having none of it. She stopped stroking and leaned backwards.

“C’mon, Max,” Suzie said sternly. “Don’t be a pricktease. You’re the one who wanted to do this.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d really do i-- ugh!”

Before Maxy stopped talking Suzie stuck her coated finger in Maxy’s mouth. Maxy’s sour expression moved through a dozen different incarnations before it reset to normal. 

“Salty,” Maxy said.

“Just a little. Sperm is a lot saltier. It tastes totally different than pre-come,” Suzie said. She assumed Maxy’s stroke and pointed my cockhead right at Maxy’s mouth. “Kiss. Kiss Spike. Show Skip how cute you think he is by loving on his dick a little bit. Kiss Spike right on the face.”

Maxy kissed my cockface tentatively. Then with more confidence. Then she took possession of my shaft from Suzie and licked gently.

Too gently. “Mmmm,” I lied. “That’s nice, Max. More. Good girl. Lick longer strokes with your tongue. There you go, baby. Good.”

Maxy’s big eyes went to slits as she concentrated on tasting the various parts of my shaft. Her hair spilled down and made it difficult to watch. When Suzie saw Maxy focused on kissing and licking my cock, she looked up at me and rolled her eyes comically as if to say “Amateur!” Or maybe it was “Finally!” 

Suzie crawled up and we took turns kissing and watching Maxy lick cock between the parting and closing curtains of her long bangs. 

“Suck,” Suzie said. “Suck Skip’s dick.”

“I don’t know how,” Maxy whined.

“Tongue is good. Teeth are bad,” Suzie chided. “Now suck Skip’s dick, Max.”

“It’s too big for my jaw,” Maxy whimpered.

“Goddammit,” I barked in my deepest voice. “Suck my cock, Maxy. Now!”

Maxy flinched. She looked up at me with enormous, frightened eyes. Then she looked at my cock. Her head moved closer. Her lips closed over my come hole. Then the amazing soft warmth as she pushed down...

Followed by the searing pain of her top and bottom teeth chewing the fuck out of me.

“Hi-yiiiiii!” I yelped.

“Maxy!” Suzie scolded. “No teeth!”

Maxy pulled off, taking more skin with her. In Maxy’s defense, the proportion of my cock was probably just too big for her little girl mouth. “I told you!” Maxy whined defensively. “It’s just too big!”

“It’s not too big,” Suzie said. “You mouth is no smaller than mine and I can do it. Just make a soft little pocket out of your lips and tongue and the roof of your mouth. Suck as much as you can as soft as you can. No. Stop. You’re going to bite Spike’s head off. Wrap your lips around your teeth. Right. Now. Good. There you go. There you go. How’s that feel, Skip? Good?”

It was better, but not great.

“That’s great, Maxy,” I said. Suzie and I went back to tongue wrestling while I pinched her tits and rubbed at her hairless twat.

After an eternity of Maxy’s teeth scraping and Maxy’s inadvertent biting, Suzie broke from my mouth and slid back down next to Maxy. Maxy had yet to get much more than a few inches of cock in the woodchipper that was her mouth. Suzie flattened her tongue and started working a warm lick from my balls all the way up until her lips pushed into Maxy’s stretched bottom lip. After a few minutes Suzie said “Trade me, Max.” 

Maxy let go of my cock and it slapped loudly against my flat stomach. Without using hands, Suzie sucked hard at the face of my cock and pulled it perpendicular before her lips spilled over the crown and she started sucking me in earnest.

“Luhuck.” Suzie grunted to Maxy with her mouth full of purple cock.

Maxy just looked at her. 

“Gahhammut luhuck,” Suzie repeated.

Maxy didn’t move.

Suzie popped off and held my erection in her hand. “Maxy, lick the parts I’m not sucking. C’mon. Don’t just sit there. Show Skip you like him, okay?”

Suzie stretched her mouth around my prick once more. A few beats later Maxy leaned in and started lapping at the crease between my balls and shaft.

That was the highlight of the mindblowing, ego-nuclear threesome: Suzie expertly pleasuring the top half of my cock while Maxy’s tiny tongue whetted out some warm courage on the base. The smell of pussy and the sight of all that submissive estrogen kneeling beneath me -- worshipping me -- drove me out of my fucking mind. I liked sluts, and I also liked raw innocence in a girl. Getting both sucks at the same time sent my testosterone chemistry into caveman overdrive. If you’ve tried Viagra, even just playing around with it like I did with my free sample, then you understand that there’s a type of erection where sensitivity of you cock nerves drop, but your cock is still hard enough to hammer a silly straw through a Sworoski Crystal polar bear. The need burns hot, but your cock nerves take a deep breath in preparation for a long pleasure session... or multiple pleasure sessions. That’s where I was, ripped-and ready to hump and thrust as many combinations of pussies and mouths as I could before my cock burst into fricative flame.

Suzie started teaching Maxy like a schoolmarm. “Okay, there are three basic sucks. First is the headsuck.” Suzie sucked my cockhead hard. She bobbed five times and popped off with hard suction. “Guys love that, but they can’t take too much. You’ll burn out their nerves, and then you’re fucked because they stay hard but they won’t come. So just a little bit of headsuck at a time. Okay, now you headsuck.”

Maxy leaned over and sucked hard at the tip of my cock while Suzie squeezed the shaft.

“The second basic suck is the deep throat. This takes practice.” Suzie deepthroated me as best she could. She thought she was deeper than she was. Peggy’s deepthroat may have been the only superior sex skill she had over her little sister. Suzie pushed her soft palate hard against my shaft for a long count and then pulled off. “Try it.” Suzie pointed my cock at Maxy’s mouth and Maxy went as deep as she could, which was not very deep at all.

“That was pathetic,” Suzie said. “You need to practice on a pencil. Get your gag reflex down. Okay, guys love deepthroat, but they won’t come from deepthroat. So the third basic suck is the most important. It’s the middle suck. Hank calls it the ‘whoresuck.’ “ Suzie abruptly went to town on my cock with a straight-out head bob, taking as big a sweep as she could over and over. She popped off and Maxy gave me her best suck of the night while Suzie gripped the base of my prick.

“Good, now suck the corners.”

“What?” Maxy said. “Corners?”

Suzie dragged her fingers up the sides of my cock, but angled slightly forward toward the front of my shaft. Sort of the 45° axis from the front of my cock. “Here. The sides, but not exactly the sides. You want to keep everything slightly to the front. That’s what makes boys come. You can suck all over their dicks to make them happy, but you have to suck the front parts to make them come. If you overdo the whoresuck, boys get bored, so you break it up and suck the corners. Like this.”

Suzie dropped back into her bobbing “whoresuck” for about ten seconds, and then started twisting her neck to suck the “corners” of my cock shaft. I never thought of that line on my cock shaft as being a “corner” but I loved the change-up, and I loved watching Suzie’s pretty blonde head rock from side to side as she pleasured the edges of my shaft and the sides of my cock head. 

Maxy took a turn at “sucking the corners” while Suzie kept her grip on the bottom half of my pecker. Maxy’s little cupie doll mouth was just too small to do a very competent job. Suzie had said their mouths were the same size, but they weren’t. Maxy was a tiny little bitch with big knockers. When that those petite pink lips stretched around my meat, Maxy made my cock look absolutely huge by proportion. Another great ego blast.

When Maxy came off my cock for air, Suzie said, “Now kiss Skip again. And this time kiss him like you’re trying to show him what a good dick sucker you are. Your kiss is kind of a promise to a boy. You’re promising him how good you’re going to suck his dick. Think about that while you kiss Skip.”

Maxy crawled over my leg and did as she was told. Her kiss was -- indeed -- far superior to any smooching we’d done all evening. My internal temperature crept warmer. Suzie earnestly started sucking for my come. Her suction was tight. Her mouth was spiraling all over the front and sides of my cock and cockhead. Maxy tongue kiss was smoldering. I knew I was going to come soon if I didn’t change things up.

I reversed positions on Suzie, pushed her back into the pillows and started to mount her. She stopped me long enough to fish a condom out of her discarded bluejeans, rip it from the package, and hand it to me. I sighed and rolled the rubber over my cockhead. As per usual, it locked right around the crown of the head and it took a little work to get it rolling again. As soon as the rubber moved a half inch behind my cockhead i made Maxy roll it the rest of the way down.

Then I was deep into Suzie, missionary. I humped hard and deep while Suzie’s awkward feet did their puppet string dance in the air to the side of my hips. Maxy just kneeled beside us and watched me pound Suzie’s twat for a long time. Every so often I’d lift up and kiss Maxy while I kept my fuckstroke time in Suzy, or I’d suck Maxy’s tits for a few moments. Then I’d go back to trying to make Suzie grunt out an orgasm.

Now, as you might imagine, I’ve returned to the memory of my first threesome many many many times over the past twenty-plus years. Old Man Me regrets that I didn’t make more of the opportunity. Old Man Me fantasizes that I doggy fucked Suzie while I made her lick Maxy’s puss. Old Man Me fantasizes that I kept pulling my cock out of Suzie’s cunt and making Maxy lick and suck Suzie’s pussy juice off, just to put it right back in Suzie’s twat and get it wet all over again. (Of course, in my fantasy there’s no condom at all, just cock, mouth, and pussy.) But on that late December night in 1989, I wasn’t clearing a long checklist of fantasies. I was busy pounding the shit out of Little Suzie Wagner’s pussy while her gorgeous-but-overly-shy best friend knelt beside us and watched.

I had been fucking for Suzie’s orgasm, but after twenty minutes I realized I wasn’t going to get it missionary, and I wasn’t going to get it without growling some dominant and nasty things in Suzie’s ear, and I wasn’t going to get it while Suzie was self conscious about having a audience. My face and chest was covered in a sheen of sweat, and I’d started dripping on Suzie.

I pulled out of Suzie and stretched my arms toward the textured Armstrong ceiling tiles over my head. My hard prick danced and waved and throbbed.

“Whooo,” I hooted. “What about you, Maxy?”

Big surprise, Maxy said nothing. I kissed her hard, I rolled my tongue around her tongue. I pushed her flat back against the pillows and humped my sheathed cock against her slippery fuckslit. I looked over at Suzie, who I had just tossed-aside unceremoniously. I pulled up to my knees. My cock bounced a rain dance of shadows over Maxy’s stomach and tits.

“Help me do this,” I said to Suzie.

Suzie looked as if she didn’t understand what I meant. I nodded down at Maxy’s pussy.

“Oh,” said Suzie flatly.”Uh, Maxy, do you wanna? You want Skip to make love to you?”

We both looked to Maxy, who just lay there like a frightened lump. 

“I didn’t ask her,” I barked at Suzie. “I told you. Now get over here. We’re both going to take Maxy’s cherry.”

Suzie reluctantly crawled to me and took a grip on my cock. I hovered over Maxy’s pussy high on my toes to give Suzie time to drag the condom up and down Maxy’s slit a few times. “Okay,” I said to Suzie. Suzie lined up the head of my cock with Maxy’s fuckhole and I lowered my weight. There was nothing kind about what happened next. A second later I pushed through the easy snap of Maxy’s maidenhead and sank until my cock bottomed out in her tiny pussy. I wanted to see the hard stretch of Maxy’s ring around my cock, but I knew I didn’t want to see the blood.

“Ouch!ouch!ouch!ouch!” Maxy was a machine gun of pain interjections. I didn’t give her much time to accommodate me before I started fucking her. Her face remained a perfect portrait of discomfort. Finally I had a sex reaction from her, even if that reaction was an expression of pain. I liked it. I liked that expression a lot. It was real. The same way Suzie’s fuck pain had wiped away all her slutty little tricks and left her bare and vulnerable before my power, so now Maxy’s frightened little sex mouse demeanor had been obliterated by the insistent drilling of my cock. That was the first time I realized how beautiful pain could be when it was deeply etched in a pretty girl’s face. 

I fucked faster and I knew I wasn’t going to be long in Maxy’s cunt. I pounded her harder and harder just to see if I could get her firm little suckjugs to rock up and hit her in the face. They were much too firm and new, but I gave it all I had. The tang of her pussy waft was a cloud around me. It shifted my animal psyche into overdrive. 

That’s when I did the “guy trick.” I reached down and grabbed the shaft of my cock, or rather the condom stretched around it. I pulled down, and then I pulled down harder. I pulled until my cockhead ripped through the top of the condom and the rubber rolled into a tight cock ring around the bottom of my cock. Suzie didn’t see exactly what I had done. Maxy certainly didn’t see anything with her big eyes squinted shut. The added sensation of wetness on my cock skin mixing with all the warm-and-tight put me over the edge. I grabbed Maxy’s hips and pounded the top of her cervix so hard as to be outright cruel. She began to yip a high pitched bark to match each of my thrusts. 

My orgasm was no surprise. The sheer ferocity of that particular orgasm took a long time to recreate. As my prostate thumped, it was matched by the sensation of being punched over and over on the sides of my neck, just below my ears. I know I was screaming my orgasm, but the room went white and my eardrums tuned into a high thread of white noise ringing for several seconds. 

I keep saying “I didn’t have much come after seven days of fucking and sucking,” but whatever come I had was blasting into Maxy’s fallopian tubes. I certainly did my part by making it a short swim to her new eggs.

When I came back to post-coital lucidness, I was collapsed onto the top of Maxy’s funbags, panting like a long-distance runner. I tried to say something inane like “Wow,” but my larynx wasn’t working yet.

After a few minutes of exhausted recovery, my cock softened, if only a little. I quickly reached down between us, grabbed the roll of condom, and pulled it off my cock as I dismounted Maxy. A broken used condom doesn’t really look that much different than a broken intact condom. There was hardly a trace of cherry blood to be found. Some girls have a fortress hymen that bleeds like a slaughtered goat (Suzie). Some girls have a thin ribbon that dribbles just enough to assure you that you were Captain Kirk, going where no man has gone before.

I didn’t have words to describe the moment.

Suzie spoke for both of us when she wiped Maxy’s bangs away from Maxy’s eyes and said, “Welcome to the club.”

Suzie kissed me, “You got a little carried away there, stud,” she said softly. “I told my friend you were a gentleman and I think you broke her.”

“That,” pant “was” pant “amazing,” I said.

“Well you are all fine and dandy,” Suzie pouted. “But you’ve still got two girls here who still need a little buzz in their honey pots.”

“Slave driver,” I mumbled, flopping on my back.

“Can you go again?” Suzie asked. 

“Noooo!” Maxy moaned, her hand cupped her bruised pussy as she folded fetal. I knew it wouldn’t be long before a river of sperm rolled back of her through her fingers and onto the pillows.

“I can go in just a sec,” I panted. “You ready?”

“Can we take turns on your tong--”

“Suzie!” Mr. Wagner’s basso profundo roared through the kitchen. We hadn’t heard The Parents Wagner open the garage door. Now we heard Floyd’s footsteps above us, closing the distance to the basement door. Pillows, titties, and blue jeans flew into the air. I was pretty skilled at getting dressed quickly. I had even perfected the art of buttoning every other button on my button-fly jeans over a commando cock. It wasn’t the first close call I’d had with Mr. Wagner, but Mr. Wagner knew I was fucking Peggy. He’d surrendered to that fact when Peggy approached Mrs. Wagner to get on the pill. He didn’t like the fact that I was fucking Peggy, but we could tell that sometimes he’d make unnecessary noise before coming into a room where Peggy and I were sitting.

To catch me fucking his twelve year old pre-teen daughter and her 13 year old friend was about to be another test of Mr. Wagner’s homicidal restraint altogether. I had pulled on a shirt. I had pulled on jeans. Maxy’s little feet were running in place like a Flintstone, churning pillows and making it even harder to find her clothes. She was in a cold panic and her naked jugs undulated out of sync with one another. Suzie was more focused, but she had lost her pants in the rockslide of pillows and Maxy’s feet were making clothes excavation even more difficult.

We all knew from the sonar of Mr. Wagner’s footsteps that we had about three seconds until the basement door creaked open, and about two more seconds of his feet trodding down the stairs before he’d be able to lean over the railing and see pre-teen Caligula playing out in his rumpus room.

I’ve replayed my sex romp with Suzie and Maxy a couple thousand times in my life as I’ve jerked my wang in the comfort and safety of my warm bed. I’ve also replayed what happened next at least as many times, but usually during the involuntary captivity of a nightmare.

I looked down and saw Maxy’s top folded between two pillows. In one sweeping motion I yanked it free and lifted it up over her head. Maxy’s arms poked into the gap and I yanked it down. It caught on one elbow, my asshole fell out as it snagged, and then -- fucking somehow -- it was all the way over her tits and stomach. With one hand I pushed Maxy behind the far end of the pool table (the end opposite the basement stairs). She was just short enough that her bare legs and pussy were below the felted bankline of the table. With the other hand I grabbed Suzie’s hair and pulled her under the table, just in front of Maxy’s legs and masked by the solid back leg panel of the pool table. She rolled up on her hands and knees and froze there. I had less than a second to scoop two of the cues off the table and practically spear Maxy’s zyphoid process as I jammed the rubber butt stopper into her. Her hands reflexively swooped up and kept the stick from falling back on he table as Mr. Wagner’s proboscis dropped down below the water line to find me fishing balls out of the net pockets and tossing them up on the table.

“Hey, Mr. Dubya,” I sang. “How was the picture shew.”

“Kay,” said Mr. Wagner flatly. His expression was suspicious and my veins started pumping ice. “Where is Suzie?”

“You didn’t see her upstairs?” I countered. “Huhn. She went to let Oscar out to pee.”

“I checked the back yard,” he said. 

Right at that moment that fucking dog skittered around Mr. Wagner’s legs and started it’s fruit little hop-jumps down the stairs. 

“Huhn. Maybe she took herself to pee first,” I offered.

“What’s with you, Maxine?” Mr. Wagner asked. “You look like you just ate a spider.”

“Nothing.” Maxy gulped.

“Bullshit nothing,” Mr. Wagner insisted. “What’s going on?”

That’s about the time that little fucking bastard dog started nosing into the pillow pile. Fuck. I knew we were seconds from Oscar pulling up a pair of panties or a condom fragment in his little fucking wiener dog mouth.

“Shit,” I sighed. “You can tell him, Maxy,” I said to Maxy.

Maxy turned white. I think her knees buckled.

“Tell me what?” Mr. Wags grumbled. He leaned as if he were coming the rest of the way down the stairs, so I started walking his way to cut him off.

“Suzie went to the park,” I blurted out, stepping up two stairs and stopping.

“What? Why the fuck did she go to the park? By herself? At this time of night? In the fucking snow?”

I assumed a familiar man-to-man tone with Mr. Wagner. “Well, you know her little friend called and he had some kind of note or gift or something so they were going to meet half way and--”

“He! Friend? He? Who HE?”

Dong. Whoops. I assumed Floyd knew of Hank. Whoopsie. 

“Uh, Hal? Herman?. Hugo? Somethin’ like that. She just went for two seconds, Mr. Dubya. She’ll be right back. I don’t think it’s anything serious.” I gripped the stair rail in one hand and tried to push my other palm through the drywall to form a barrier that would stop a pissed-off 300 pound dad from coming any farther into his own basement.

The usually laconic Mr. Wags must have been having an uncharacteristically bad night. He also must have been half-baked not to smell the pussy or see the clothing weaved into the pile of pillows at the far end of the room.

“Goddammit, she’s too fucking young to have a boyfriend. Alice, get my keys.” He stormed upstairs. Both the girls immediately scrambled to get the rest of their clothes on.

“Great fucking job, there Copernicus,” Suzie hissed at me as she jumped back into her panties. “He’s going to shit kittens, finding out about Hank. I’m totally fucked!” 

“I just saved your life, Suzie,” I whispered, omitting ‘and my own.’ “As soon as he leaves, slip through the patio door, circle around the deck and cut through the side of the Kendrick’s house by the air conditioner. Here, take my coat.”

Somehow.... Somehow it actually worked. Suzie slipped out of the back door, circled around, and appeared to be walking toward the house as Mr. Wags sped off in the opposite direction, headed toward the same park where Suzie had dropped the bomb on me about Peggy’s soldier boyfreind. Mr. Wags saw Suzie in the rearview. He slapped his Caddy in reverse and pulled back into the driveway where he began a long berating stream of profanity that Maxy and I could hear in the basement. 

Then there was Suzie shouting and crying above us. Then there was a door slamming. Then silence.

Maxy and I looked at each other. We both exhaled at the same time. I kissed her one more time. Then she waddled up the stairs like she had a broken twat. She grabbed her coat out of the living room and walked home in the dark, my dripping come freezing to the insides of her legs, no doubt. I stayed downstairs and made sure there was no incriminating materials left wadded into the pillow pile. I turned the wet pillows upside-down. I racked pool balls and cracked ivory for hours until Peggy came home. I thought she’d come down to talk to me, but she didn’t. When it got too late to make poolball explosions, I sat back in the pile of pillows and stared at the ceiling until the house was dark and silent..

When I lay upstairs in my couch-bed that night, I could still feel my pulse pounding in my throat. 

We shouldn’t have gotten away with it. It was impossible. But we did. I was so obsessed with the near miss that I didn’t stop and take inventory of how many times I had spermed an unprotected pussy in the last week. If you wanted to back up a few more days and count Caryn, there were three unprotected pussies. Six ovaries. Over a dozen payloads of jizz. Millions and millions of sperm. 

Sigh.

I survived the moment but -- in the end -- I got away with absolutely nothing.

The next morning the house remained eerily silent. I gathered my stuff and took it downstairs. I did my laundry in the washer and dryer, repacked by backpack and my duffel carefully, and stared at my watch. Troy was due to pick me up at noon and I wanted an absolutely drama-free, CIA-quality disappearance. The house stirred above me. I heard footsteps. I heard voices. I listened for Suzie’s voice and didn’t hear it. I expected her to come downstairs at any moment. I thought since all the yelling had played out that things were probably cool between us now. I wanted to hug her and give her my dorm room phone number. I thought I’d kiss her one more time.

Suzie didn’t come downstairs. 

Mr. Wags left for work and Mrs. Wags drove somewhere to get a start on her hausfrau chores.

At ten-til’-noon the kitchen was quiet. No footsteps. No voices. I slipped on my coat and slung my backpack and duffel. I mounted the stairs, slipped out the back door, and followed the same path I’d told Suzie to take, even stepping into her snow footprints as I walked. As soon as I rounded the side of the Wagner house, I saw Troy’s fastback Mustang cutting a wake down the middle of the slushy street, his head swiveling back and forth at the house numbers. He almost ran me over as i walked out of nowhere and into his front fender. I threw my gear in his back seat and hopped in.

Surreal. 

Knowing I was never going to see Peggy again was surreal. The likelihood that I’d never see Mr. or Mrs. Wagner again was surreal.

Watching all the strip malls and gas stations and hangouts and burger joints that I’d haunted for 19 years slip past my fogged window, I had no idea it would be another twenty years before I’d pass that way again. I had no idea that by the next time I’d drive down those same streets, the strip malls would be gone and new strip malls would be on the other side of the streets. Entire burger chains would go Chapter 11. The SuperGas where I’d bought Suzie’s Playgirl and condoms was now a mosque. You sure as hell can’t go home again. 

In the glowing heat of the Mustang’s vent, “home” was college. Home was my dorm room. Cliff was my brother and Caryn was my girl. I drifted in contentment and dreamed of my return to my “new” normal.