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 Homelife Chapter 3 {DaddyDom} (MF oral sm Fdom)[3/?]
   "Stop squirming," Willow giggled as she pulled Peter's shirt off his
well-muscled torso.  "Somebody works out."
   "Yes Miss," Peter said meekly.  She pinched his nipple and he winced.
   "You don't have to be so serious all the time," Willow said, kneeling
down and tugging his pants off along with his soaked boxers.
   "Yes, Miss Willow...  I mean," Willow touched his shoulder.  "I'm sorry,
I'm nervous." Willow smiled up at him.
   "Peter, if I wasn't comfortable with you, do you think I would have let
you fuck me?" Peter blushed.  "No, I wouldn't have.  But one thing my Daddy
taught me is that a submissive needs to be more than just an obedient,
perfect servant.  You have to be fun and HAVE fun too."
   "I'm fun!" Peter said defensively, and Willow smiled.
   "Good.  Christ, you reek of pussy, Peter," Willow said, enjoying the way
the dirty language affected him.  He was almost innocent, yet knew enough
not to require much training.  It was a combination that made her feel both
protective, and excited.  She lifted his cock and kissed the base, moaning
theatrically.  His legs buckled a little.  "Good.  Because I expect you to
be more than just a pretty face and an admittedly large cock."
   "I've just...  I'm getting used to all this." Willow smiled and took
Peter's hand.
   "Sit on the edge of the bathtub here, Peter.  We can't have you all
messy." Peter smiled.
   "For the shower?" Willow wrinkled her nose at him, going back down to
her knees.
   "Do I have a brat on my hands," she said as she took his cock gently
between two fingers and lifted the weighty organ towards his stomach.  It
twitched.  "Maybe a little," Peter said.  Willow smirked.
   "Thank Christ." Willow ran her tongue from the base of his shaft to the
sensitive spot under the head of his cock with the flat, the flavor a mix
of her cunt and his excitement and just a little cum.  He groaned.
   "That's OK?" Peter asked as she pointed her cock towards her mouth and
licked from the head down to the shaft, collecting more of their shared
cum. She looked up at him quizzically and he modified the statment: "I
mean, being a brat."
   "Of course.  I thought you were complaining about my head!  Spirit and a
good sense of humor go a long way to keeping a girl happy.  I taste really
good," Willow said, both stating a fact and knowing that the idea of her
lapping up her own juices would excite him.  Sure enough he grew just a
little under her touch.
   "Oh, God!" he said, hips bucking a little, as she buried her nuzzling,
mewling face into the soft, sensitive skin of his testicles.  She started
licking him slowly but diligently, the way someone might take their time
with an ice-cream cone, continuing to moan into him.  His cock throbbed
angrily in her hand.
   Willow kept firm eye contact with Peter as she reached between her legs
and pushed two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, pulling them out slick
and shiny.  She brought the fingers to her lips and took a small lick from
her fingertips, then she waved the pussy-wet fingers under the boys nose.
He groaned at the scent of her and when his mouth opened she pushed her
fingers in.
   "Taste good?" she asked innocently.  He groaned, his tongue gently
rolling around her fingers as his lips sucked greedily.  He nodded, and she
slid her mouth down on his cock.  She held him fast to the seat to keep him
from thrusting, then at an agonizingly slow pace Willow started to devour
his cock.  Inch by inch it disappeared into her soft, wet mouth, then her
throat.
   "Oh Miss!  That's so good," Peter moaned.
   "Little ol' me?" Willow murmered around his cock.  Then she smiled up at
him innocently, pushing herself down a bit further.  She'd spent long hours
learning how to properly service a needy cock and she was enjoying
inflicting all those lessons on her passionate new submissive.  She pushed
still deeper and felt the warmth of his testicles on her chin.  Almost as
deep as she could go, but she held a bit in reserve.  She moaned, again a
little staged, for his pleasure.  He half growled, half grunted, and the
sound made her moan again, but real.
   Reaching under his cock, she wrapped a warm hand around his balls and
started to gently move her mouth up, until he was halfway out of her mouth.
Then, keeping her face innocent to increase the contrast of the leud act
she was performing, she pushed her mouth back down, struggling just enough.
   For a moment she let the head of his cock sit at the back of her mouth,
struggling and letting it gently bump against the back of her throat.  She
pulled back and gave a dainty cough, causing him to momentarily think she
couldn't continue, then sucked in a deep breath, and forced the his cock in
so deep her nose was pushing into the soft flesh above his cock.  .
   "Jesus!" Peter stammered as his eyes opened in wonder and excitement
watching his extremely large cock disappear into Willow's mouth.  Seeing
him this excited made her excited; she enjoyed having a lover who she could
give things to for the first time.  With a cock his size, Willow thought he
might not have ever been properly deep throat-ed.
   His cock throbbed in her throat and being unable to breath both
frightened and excited her.  The musky smell of sex and desire on him made
her shiver.  Willow's hand slipped between her legs and started frigging
her clit as she began to rhythmically swallow around his cock.  The muscles
of her throat massaged head of his cock.  She felt the muscles of Peter's
thighs tighten.
   She was getting a little dizzy from having nearly two inches of cock
pushed down her throat, but she recognized the tell tale signs of orgasm.
Feeling her limit for oxygen deprivation reaching it's end, Willow resorted
to desperate measures.
   While maintaining eye contact and as much of a sensual smile as a switch
with her submissive's cock in her mouth can display, Willow took one of her
pussy-wet fingers and reached below his heavy balls, wriggling it into
Peter's ass.  His face reddened in a dead blush; clearly not sure how to
respond, and she tried not to giggle for fear of choking.
   She kept his eyes on hers, knowing that she was likely pushing an
unspoken limit, but also knowing he was enjoying it.  She moaned as though
touching his bottom and sucking his cock was the greatest thrill of his
life, gently scraping the skin of his testicles with her nails.  His ass
clenched tightly, and though dizzy, Willow knew she had him.
   She bobbed her head shallowly, moaning and teasing Peter's balls.  His
entire body tensed and his testicles shifted in her hands.
   "Miss...  Miss...  MISS!  I'm going to cum!" Peter warned.  Willow was
pleased that he was such a gentleman and thought he deserved a reward for
warning her instead of just releasing into her mouth without a word as
others who'd soured her on swallowing had done.  The warning meant he was a
compassionate lover and more importantly for her, that he could hold his
load.  Willow smiled wickedly at the thought.
   She looked him in the eyes, and nodded.  The gesture in itself was
mundane; in context it was erotic.  The unspoken suggestion that he cum in
her mouth clearly had an effect on Peter, who's cock throbbed violently.
   "Mmmhmm," Willow half-moaned, reiterating the barely verbalized request.
The vibrations sent him over the edge.  He gripped the edge of the tub with
white knuckles as his cock began violently jerking and twitching in her
mouth.  She felt the warmth in her throat, though she didn't taste him yet.
   Slowly, as he was cumming, Willow let his cock slide out of her throat
and across her tongue, continuing his pleasure.  She hadn't been with
someone this young since college and had forgotten how much young bulls
like Peter could cum, his aftershocks lasting for nearly a full minute. 
She ran her tongue across the roof of her mouth, finding swallowing less
objectionable than in the past.  Willow smiled and held him as he
shivered..
   When Peter was still, she wiped the sweat from his forehead and kissed
his cock affectionately.  His composure broke and he giggled manically.
   "What?" Willow said.
   "I guess...  I didn't know what to expect.  I thought you'd hit me and
stuff." Willow grinned and slapped his thigh playfully.
   "Oh I will."
   "I guess I just expected you to be mean about it, or like...  one
sided." Willow giggled this time.  "What?"
   "You didn't think Dommes like sex too?"
   "Well...  no."
   Willow smiled brilliantly up at him, wrapping her hand around his cock
and squeezing.
   "Peter, you've been messing around with the wrong Dommes.  If I put in
all the work training you I'm certainly not going to let you go be wasted
on some dumb coed.  Come on, we still haven't gotten you showered and we've
got company coming."
   The two lovers slipped under the soothing spray of the shower-head, and
began to wash each other.
   ***
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