Message-ID: <21690asstr$944554201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!drn From: zig zigster Subject: {ASSM} A Rich Humus Retrospective - Who needs oxy 10 parts 1, 2 3...(m/f teen oral cum facial) Lines: 1187 X-Original-Message-ID: <82i2vv$2c4l@drn.newsguy.com> Date: Tue, 7 Dec 1999 03:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates Written by Rich Humus Who Needs Oxy-10? “Ewwwwwwwwwww Gggrrrrrroossssssssss! Daaaaaadddyyyyyyyyy!” What now? I thought to myself as I walked up the stairs to the hall bath where my 15-year old daughter spent most of each morning getting herself ready for school. Typical teen. Never satisfied with her hair or her makeup or some other facet. She was a cutie though, I’ll give her that. Very much an image of her mother at her age. I really miss her mother, but we have to go on, at least that’s what everybody told me at the funeral two years ago. “Rebecca, what is it NOW?” I tried to sound concerned and angry at the same time. “Daddy, I’ve got a PIMPLE!!!!!!!” Uh-oh. The teenage nightmare. Ranks right up there with dreading the Hanson’s going on tour with Michael Jackson. I knocked on the slightly open door and pushed it in. I almost had to stop right there. My daughter was feverishly dabbing at a small, yet noticeable blackhead just to the side of her nose. That wasn’t what had caught my attention, though. She was clad only in tiny white lace panties. Her breasts pushed out of her chest with the beginnings of what would no doubt be a fine set of knockers in a year or two or three. She hurriedly folded one arm across them in embarrassment, but I think the pimple was worse that letting her father see her tits. “I can’t go to school like this! I’m embarrassed to death with this ugly thing on my face. Euwwwwwwww..” “Nonsense. You’ll go to school and forget about it. Now finish getting dressed and let’s go. We have to leave in fifteen minutes. “ I turned to walk back out the door. “But Daddy, I can’t…” I turned back around at her. She looked up at me with those doe eyes. Our eyes met for ten seconds, and I think something went off in her head. All of a sudden she seemed to smile, just a bit. Her arm dropped. She purposely exposed her tits at me. I swallowed, hard. It had been a few months since I’d had a real romantic relationship. I work a lot of hours in a week, and it was tough being a single father to Rebecca and trying to be both parents at the same time. I couldn’t help the twinge in my cock, though. Hell, I’m human like anybody else. “Daddy, please don’t make me go to school. It’s awful, this thing, don’t you think?” She calmly walked over to me and pushed her chest out and tilted her face back, pointing out the dark pimple just above her lip. My heart sped up as she got within six inches of me before stopping. Her breasts were just large enough to be absolutely delicious looking, about a B-cup already, I guess. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes, she was looking directly at me, daring me to look at her bare chest. I caught her eyes, and she didn’t blink. Damn. She was just like her mother. She knew, she KNEW exactly what kind of effect she had on a man, and didn’t hesitate to use it whenever it could be to her advantage. I stared at her eyes for several seconds, then down at her pointing finger, then down farther. Right at her tits. Her tiny nipples had stood out in the cool of the morning air. I damn near reached out and grabbed each tit right there, but somehow maintained my willpower. “Rebecca, I think you’d better get dressed and get ready for school. You’re not staying home just because you have a little blackhead. No one will notice it. Now get going!” I turned on my heel and shut the door behind me. Damn. I had a fucking hard-on nearly all day, after I dropped her off, pouting, at the school’s entrance. She was pissed, but she managed to cover it up pretty well. The pimple, that is. She was really sore that I made her go to school, and not so much about the pimple, but that her little tit-flashing attempt hadn’t worked. She didn’t know just how barely it failed, though. Two days later the same thing. This time, a blackhead spotted her forehead, smack dab in the middle. This one was much more noticeable, and I felt a little sorry for her when she shrieked again and I came up to see. This time, she had switched the white lace panties for a blue satin thong. ‘Hmmmmm’, I thought to myself. Her butt was absolutely gorgeous, as anyone who’s ever had to walk behind a relatively in-shape 15-year old girl will tell you. Not a fucking mark on it, her skin was flawless. Everywhere but on her forehead, unfortunately. Again with the boobs, this time after standing on her tiptoes to lean into the mirror, making sure I got an eyeful of her butt while she did it. This time I was ready for it. Now knew what her plan was. I’d just go along with it. If Becky wanted to flash her old man some tits ‘n’ ass, that was going to be fine with me, I thought. I checked out her ass for about thirty seconds while she picked at the pimple in the mirror and checked out where I was looking at her. She didn’t fool me. She wanted to see if I was locked on her butt. I was, and I didn’t care that she knew. Then she turned and stepped over to me again, pushing her breasts at me again. She actually rubbed herself right up against my shirt and pants. I let her go on for about a minute, and then laid down the law again, and walked out. She was really pissed now. Like any good-looking young girl, she’d come to realize that she could manipulate the weaker sex ( we men, right? ) through her sexuality. I’m sure some of her flirting and teasing was driving the other boys at school nuts, but then, they were only teenagers – they didn’t know how else to react. When she came down stairs a few minutes later, I think she was trying to piss me off – she had on the shortest skirt I’d ever seen her in, and she was wearing thigh-high stockings under it. Not thigh-high leg warmers, or thigh-high leggings or other “school-type” stuff. No, these were Hanes or L’eggs or something like that, thigh-high STOCKINGS. Complete with lacy bands up at the top. Her midriff-baring tee shirt was too small for her last year, and I was damn near sure she hadn’t put a bra on. If it wasn’t for the clunky looking big heels she had on, she’d have passed for a 15-year old hooker anywhere. Her little ploy didn’t work. I ignored her blatant attempt to piss me off. In fact, I think I winked at her and said “Nice skirt.” I watched her ass sway as she flounced away from the car a few minutes later. I stayed there for a second, to see what kind of effect she might have on the other kids, male kids, at the school. Yep, I was right. One lanky looking delinquent in pants seven sizes too large for him walked right into the flagpole while looking at her. I laughed out loud and drove to work. She went to spend the weekend at a girl-friend’s home, and I had to make a short trip out of town, so I didn’t see her again until Sunday night. I picked her up at the friend’s house, and we drove home. She seemed quieter than normal, but I just put it off to her still being pissed at me. At dinner, she seemed agitated about something still, and I asked her what was wrong. “Daddy, you know Angela, right? She was over at Kimmie’s this weekend with us.” “Yeah, I know her.” Cute, but not anything to write home about. “Well, we were talking about stuff and all, and I noticed that she had perfectly clear skin, you know, no pimples or gross blackheads or anything. I asked her how she kept her skin so clean.” “And?” “Well, she told us, but Kimmie didn’t believe her. She said her boyfriend gives her facials. Cum facials.” When I stopped coughing and picked my fork up off the floor, I looked at her. She looked back at me. “Is that right?” I said, calmly. A little too late, I suppose. It’s hard to maintain your parental dignity with mashed potatoes in your hair and a pea up your nose. “Yeah. She says he does it every other day, and she rubs it in and she never gets pimples or anything. Is that true? “Is what true?” “That sperm is good for your skin? I mean, I’ve heard it before, but I never believed it.” I had to stop for a second and think. Here I was, faced with a pretty little daughter who’s turning into quite the sex bomb, and she’s asking me if it’s good for her to have cum on her skin, specifically her face. Now, if this was your daughter, what would say? Yeah, right….. “Well, I know that sperm, or actually, semen, has some pretty special stuff in it, to help keep the sperm cells alive, and it has a lot of vitamin C and some other minerals. I don’t know, I’m not a doctor. What do you think?” I came back at her, so to speak. “I don’t know. Daddy, did you ever give Mom a facial?” Now that was one question I hadn’t counted on answering. At least not until Becky had gotten a little older and had seen some porno. I decided to tell her the truth. “Do you want the truth?” I looked at her and she swallowed and nodded her head. “Honey, I ejaculated on your Mother’s face every day before we went to work in the morning. She rubbed it in and wore it under her makeup.” Take that. “Wow” she said softly. “…..Do you have, you know, a lot of it?” This was getting fun, now. “A lot of what?” “A lot of sperm. Do you cum a lot? Angela says her boyfriend cums buckets all over her face.” “I was always fairly..potent.. I guess you’d say.” Which was also true. I was no Peter North, but I could still throw a pretty good load. I used to drench her mother pretty good at times. The hours we spent rubbing my cum in to her skin over the years, they all came back to me, no pun intended. “Did Mom like it? It seems kinda gross.” “Your Mother was very….accommodating.” Not at first, I’ll tell you that. The first time I blew my wad in her face was after some really nice tit-fucking, and I usually blew off on her nipples or her neck. But this once, I aimed higher, as the Air Force says. Blammo – right on the lips with a huge wad. I can still close my eyes and picture it. Big wad of white right under her nose, long string of it off to one side, small drops all over one cheek, and a big blob on one eyelash. She blew out the one on her lips and rubbed the rest of it off with a piece of the pillow case. “Why didn’t you warn me, you bastard?” she said jokingly, dabbing at one eye with the pillowcase. “Sorry. Guess I got a little excited.” “Well, next time you get excited like that, aim that cannon at face,” she grinned. Two days later I did it again. This time, she rubbed it in instead of off. A week later, she specifically asked me for it. I complied, like any gentleman would, and later on, idly scratching at her bare pubis, asked why. “Haven’t you noticed? The skin on my face there is softer and clearer than it’s been since I was 12 years old. I don’t know what you’ve got in those balls of yours, but I think I want it on my face a lot.” And so we began our morning ritual. After she showered, but before she put on her makeup, she’d sit on the floor next to the bed, close her eyes and raise her face to me, and I’d blow 24 hours worth of DNA on her. She would calmly rub it it all over her face, from hairline to chin, then let it dry and apply her makeup. And I swear to God it worked. Her skin got supple and smooth and felt like the proverbial baby’s behind. On the weekends I made my deposits in the normal apertures below her waist. One in her ass, and two in her pussy, every weekend. I sighed. If only that drunk had stayed at the bar a 15 more seconds, he’d have driven off that bridge from the other lane, instead of plowing into Janet’s car. At least she never knew what hit her, the doctor said. I looked over at Becky and smiled. “Your mother was a very beautiful woman, just like you are turning out to be. What that had to do with it, I don’t know. It certainly didn’t do her any harm.” “Well, I’m about desperate… “ her voice trailed off. I could sense her discomfort about the pimples that had now popped out in three or four more places. We finished the rest of the meal in silence, and she went upstairs to study. I passed out in the recliner about 10:30 or so, and woke up to her shaking my shoulder at about midnight. “Daddy…Daddy, wake up.” I surfaced up out of the fog and looked over at her. Uh oh. No bra. In fact, no panties. No nothing. Except barettes. “Daddy, I want you to do it for me. I want you to cum on my face so I can get rid of these pimples.” “Becky –“ “No, Daddy, I mean it. I won’t tell or anything, I promise. Look, I even shaved myself, just like Mom did.” She pointed down at her crotch. My cock bounced up like a CO2 cartridge had just exploded in my scrotum. “How did you know-“ “I asked her. When my pubes started growing in, I asked her if I should shave them like my legs and my underarms. She said I didn’t have to, but that she did, because you liked it, and that a lot of women did shave. Then she showed me how. I think I might keep on doing it. It certainly makes wearing a bikini easier.” She stood up and twirled around for me, then knelt back down at my chair. “Please Daddy, just try it, just once. Please. If it doesn’t work I’ll never ask you again, I promise. PleasePleasePleasePleasePlease?” So. Ever had a nude 15-year old girl beg you to toss your load on her face? I thought not. I wasn’t sure I could handle it. Then Becky started to handle it. I stood up and dropped my pants. She worked her hand into the split in my jockeys and pulled out my dick. Her eyes widened. I don’t know if she’d ever seen any real dicks up that close, and highly doubted that she’d seen any on a mature man. She closed her fist around it and started pumping, slowly, too tightly. I held her hand and loosened her grip and showed her how. “Wow..your dick is really…BIG!” she cooed. I grinned down at her. “Not really. I’m just mature, not like the boys you might have seen before. By the way which, little lady, just how much have you done? If we’re going to get so intimate together, I think you should confide in your old man.” It’s hard to be stern with your daughter when your cock is wagging in her face and spraying little drops of pre-cum on her hair. “Oh Daddy.. (pump pump pump)…not much..(pump pump pump)…I let Billy Grazowicz suck my boobies one time..(pump pump pump)..and I touched Matt Jenkin’s boner..(pump pump pump)..through his pants..(pump pump pump)..and I watched Kimmie and Roger do it once..(pump pump)..but that’s all..(pump pump)..I swear…(pump pump lean-forward lick) Ohmigod… “Did that feel good?” (pump pump pump squeeze) Ohmigod… “Daddy?” “whuut..?” “Will you try not to get it, you know, in my mouth?” (pump pump pump) “Its..gonna..go..wherever..you..point it” I gasped. “And its not gonna be long..” I hadn’t cum for about four days. I knew I had a load stored up. “Daddy…(pump pump pump)..cum for me…” “oh shit…becky, here it comes, here it comes..” I groaned. She looked up at me, closed her eyes, and held it pointed right at the middle of her face. I blew. I was afraid the neighbors would hear the sound of the first jet that smacked her right above the bridge of her nose. She “eeked” and whimpered at the surprise. The next one blew out and splatted down a line from her cheek to an inch into her hair, covering over one eyebrow and completely obliterating her eye. The third blast smacked her in the chin and dripped down immediately, slowly drooling down the valley between her breasts. I grabbed my cock and took over. Experience will out, I guess. I laid a line up the other cheekbone and across her nose. I dropped a squiggly down the side of her forehead in front of her ear. I leaned sideways and painted a “no passing zone” line from the lower left of her face, across her lips, over her right cheekbone, across her right eye and up in to her forehead. I laid three large blobs across her forehead from left to right, letting them drool down over her eyebrows. I draped a cum curtain across the tip of her nose. I shook the last few drops out wildly, not really caring where they landed. Then I stopped, and exhaled. “jeezus…..” she whispered, eyes still shut. “You’re not kidding. You should see yourself.” She brought her hands up and started rubbing the semen in, spreading it over her skin, slowly working the fluid into her pores. As she did, I saw one hand creep down to her crotch. “Go ahead, honey, go ahead… “ I whispered. She touched herself while she rubbed it in with the other hand. Just as she rubbed the last bit in over her chin, I watched her shudder and shake and whimper again. She looked up at me. “Thank you.” I beamed down at her. “Thank YOU! Just remember. This has to be our secret, right? Not even Kimmy and Angela can know.” I leaned down to kiss her and helped her to her feet. Then I turned her and swatted her on the butt and sent her to bed. The next morning she was up by 6:15 and in the bathroom examining her skin. “Daddy!!!! Daddy!!! It works, it works!” I woke out of my stupor and stumbled out the hall in to the bathroom. She was positively glowing. She looked at me and pointed at her skin. I couldn’t see any big difference, to tell you the truth, but she did. One of the zits had decreased in size by about 50 percent, I guess. “Wanna do me before I go to school?” she grinned mischieviously. What else could I do? My little girl needed her daddy. The End ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Who Needs Oxy-10? Chapter 2 If you've seen the first part of this story, you know that my 15 year old daughter, Rebecca, had somehow gotten the idea that applying semen to her face would help keep it clear and free of acne and blemishes. I, of course being the attentive and loving father, was more than happy to supply her with her special face cream when the need arose, which turned out to be about every other day. We went on like this for several months, and Becky seemed to enjoy it more and more each time, somehow getting a kinky kick out of having her dad sperm her features three or four times a week. She still didn't like swallowing it, but never flinched a bit when I blasted her lovely teen face with my semen. She'd even gotten around to rubbing it over her slowly growing tits, massaging my cum into her chest with obvious glee. I didn't try telling her it would make her boobs grow or anything silly like that. Today's kids are much to smart to fall for that old saw. One day we were eating dinner, and Becky asked me if I'd ever told anyone about our little games. "What! Are you kidding? I'd never tell a soul about this. For one thing, it'd get me tossed in jail quicker than you can blink an eye if anyone ever found out about us. No way, baby, no way I'd ever tell anyone." She looked at me with her clear blue eyes. "I wouldn't mind if you did, I mean, I don't think there's anything wrong with it. It's not like we're having sex or anything, you know?" "Honey, that doesn't matter. If they ever found out I was masturbating over you and ejaculating on your face all the time, that would be more than enough to send me away for years. You wouldn't want that now, would you?" "Oh, no, Daddy, I'd never want to you go to jail for this. It's just that..well, I don't know, I just…oh, hell…" She reddened. "What? What's wrong, sugar?" I asked, plaintively. I was worried that something was going to go wrong with our little fun times. "Well, please don't get mad or anything, but..I was thinking the other day..Well, I really like it when you shoot in my face. Something seems so nasty about it. I feel so much more grown up than the other girls at school, you know? They think it's such a big deal if they let a guy feel their boobies or something, and here I am getting sperm facials from my father every day." "I just started to wonder if, well, if we could do more." "More what? You mean other sexual things?" "Well, yeah, kind of. I mean, I never suck on you or anything, and I think that might be nice too. I know it feels real good for guys when a girl does that, ‘cause all the guys at school are always bragging about it, getting sucked off, I mean." "Yeah, well, take it from me, it's probably a lot of wishful thinking more than anything else. I don't think there are that many high school kids getting blow jobs on a regular basis, despite what they may say." "Oh, no, there's this one girl at school, Jenny. She says she does it all the time. She says it's the only way to keep the guys from wanting to have regular sex with her, and she wants to stay a virgin for as long as she can. So she says she gives her dates oral sex instead. She says she's done it hundreds of times." I just stared at her in amazement. "She told us the other day that she went out with Bobby Jackson last Friday night, and they met four of his friends at the mall. They all went out in his car, and he started bragging about how good she was as sucking his penis and how she does it all the time, and she got real embarrassed. But the other guys didn't believe him, and he was getting real upset, so she said just this once, she'd do them all, I mean, she'd suck them all and show them." Man, this was getting my cock really hard. I didn't know where it was leading, but I just nodded my head at Becky to keep going. "So, she said they went out to the park, and she just went and sat on a picnic table bench, and she sucked off all five of the guys. She said she did Bobby first, ‘cause he was her boyfriend. All the other guys just stood there and watched her give him oral sex. She said he didn't last very long and he came in her mouth and she swallowed it. Then the other guys just stood in front of her and took out there cocks and she sucked every one of them off. One of the guys shot off in her face, but the others wanted to shoot in her mouth and have her swallow it all. She did, too, she said. Can you believe it?" I gulped. "Umm, I don't know, honey, that sounds kind of incredible. Are you sure Jenny wasn't just fooling with you, trying to make herself seem more adult or grown up?" "No, I don't think so. The way she described it, it seemed so real. She described the way the sperm felt when it went on her face, and I know she was right about that, since, well, you know, I certainly know how it feels." She giggled. "She said that swallowing all that stuff wasn't really so bad, once you got used to it. She did say when she got home she burped, though, and she said her mother looked at her funny. Do you think she smelled it on her breath or something?" We both dissolved in laughter at that. Later that night, I was laying in bed, thinking about Becky's story, and lazily stroking my cock. The door opened, and Becky walked in. She had only white panties on, and her developing teen breasts caught the moonlight, looking like twin orbs in the soft white light. "Daddy, are you awake?" she whispered, sliding into the bed next to me. She knew I was though. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, whispering in my ear. "Daddy, I want to do this for you. Please let me…" Her hand sought out and replaced mine on my hard shaft. She slid back and forth a few minutes, feeling me get even harder under her cool touch. "Please, let me learn how to do this. It's so important to me" she breathed, then twisted around until her face was in my crotch. I felt her warm breath on the head of my cock, and then the exquisite torture of her little tongue tip reached out and tapped the head of my dick. I groaned. "Does that feel good?" she mouthed into my cock. I could only groan and mumble in the affirmative. "Then this will too." She opened her mouth and took the head of my cock into her lips, twitching around the head with her tongue. She sucked hard on just the head, making the marvelous feeling spread from my groin all the way down my legs. I heard her sniff, and then she pushed her head farther down, taking two or three inches in to her mouth. I felt her swallow the accumulated saliva and pre-cum leaking from my cock, then she took a deep breath and tried to fit as much more of my cock in her mouth as she could. I felt my shaft hit the back of her mouth, and she gagged slightly, then pulled back up and off. "I didn't think it would feel this big…" she breathed. "I want to do it more, ok?" I rubbed her soft back as she re-enveloped me with her sweet fifteen year old lips. I moaned with the pleasure of it all. She moved me back and forth a dozen or so times, learning the uniquely feminine task of cock-sucking. "Try to keep your mouth wet and slippery.." I whispered, "it makes it easier to slide back and forth. Don't swallow so often, keep it wet..". I heard her "ummm" in response, and she slowly pursed her lips down over my shaft. I felt her one hand ringed around the base of my cock, and could imagine her lips slowly approaching her grasping fingers. Just before she made it, she pulled back up and off with a gasp. "Oh, wow.." she breathed heavily. "That is SO neat.." She was talking to herself as much as me. "I think I'm gonna like this…" she mumbled, once more swallowing my shaft in slow moving gulps. I felt her tongue twirl around my shaft as it pushed in to her mouth. I clenched and thrust my hips up slightly, trying to push more and more of me into her face. "When it gets to the back of your throat, try to swallow. That will help it go back. Just relax and let your gag reflex get used to it." She nodded in agreement, and I felt her swallow as the head of my cock slid back over her tongue. I nearly shot off right then, it felt so damn glorious. I clenched at the sheets by my side. "Ohhh honey, that's so good, so good…." I whispered. "I haven't had this for so long…" I felt her continue, moving her lips back and forth, up and down along my shaft. She slowly started to jerk the base with her hand, coming up to meet her lips each time. Gradually, I felt myself being pulled deeper and deeper into her virginal mouth. Finally, she pulled back one more time, and I heard her take a deep breath, then push right back down again. I thought the top of my head was going to blow off when I felt her lips touch the base of my cock. She'd taken my entire dick into her mouth. She swallowed and gargled for a bit, then came back up. She reached back for one of my hands. I let her guide it to the crotch of her panties. I felt her heat through the material. She pressed my fingers to her folds, willing me to rub her and increase her arousal. I slowly let my fingers slide back and forth across the thin material, feeling the crease between her vulval lips, feeling for the excited little nubbin I knew was up there at their junction. I found it and started caressing the core of her womanhood. She jerked slightly at my touch, but it seemed to drive her into her task even more. She started sucking in earnest now, sliding all the way up to the crown and then all the way back down again. I felt the saliva drool from her lips and wet my crotch. She had removed her hand from my shaft and now used both hands to support herself, just banging her head back and forth along my cock from tip to base, wriggling her hips on my fingers as I attempted to make her feel as good as I did. I couldn't endure the delicious agony for too long. She knew that. She started mumbling each time she came up to the head of my cock. "mmmmI want……mmm..You……mmm…to cum…..in……mmmmm…my….mm-mm- mouth…..in…mmmm…my….mouth…in…mmmmmmmy……mouth………" I just groaned and tossed my head back. "soon, honey, soon. Get ready…." I moaned quietly and counted her trips. One…two...three...four...five….six….seven.…eight. There. There it was. The explosion started back at the base of my scrotum. I felt my balls leap in their sack. The load gathered steam. Becky pushed her head down as far as it would go. My cock head slid back to the very rear of her mouth, dangling over the precipice of her swan-like neck. The first stream pulsed up, squeezing by her constricting lips, then exploded past the restriction, shooting up the thin tube and blowing out the tiny hole in the tip. The back of her throat took the full force of that first blast. She later told me it was the weirdest feeling she'd ever had. She didn't even have to swallow, the load of jizz just gurgled right down the back of her throat. She pulled back a bit, and the second jolt took off. I clenched in sweet agony, feeling the tension as the second jet moved up my cock and blew into her mouth. I felt her back teeth bite down gently as I shot a third and fourth load into her. She started jerking my cock now, her lips resting just below the crown, her hand pulling the semen from my testicles in wanton greed. I don't know how long my orgasm lasted. It seemed like days. Stars went off in my head, my lungs felt like they'd burst, and I think three toenails shoot off. Finally I finished ejaculating. Becky's wet tongue kept sliding back and forth across my cock head, swiping the semen from it, the last few drops just dribbling out. I shivered and shook in orgasm. "no more, no more..stop..please.." I gasped. I felt Becky move her lips back slowly over the crown, keeping them tightly compress. I didn't know if she'd swallowed anything more or not. Then she slowly sat up. She reached for my hand, and pulled it to her neck. She placed my fingers below her jawbone and chin, wanting me to feel her slim throat. I let my fingers rest there. Then, in an obvious move to let me know that she knew exactly what she was doing, I felt her swallow my semen. Her neck convulsed a bit and I felt her skin move up and then down. Then she did it again. Oh god…my little girl..my baby…swallowing her first semen. Finally she turned and lay down next to me, turning to kiss my chest and snuggling her little head under my arm. "Daddy?" "um?" was all I could muster. "Was I good?" "ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…." I breathed. "I take that as a yes!" she giggled. She leaned over to give me a sperm-breath kiss. "Man oh manichewitz…" I gasped. "That was..incredible, honey. I don't know how you did it. Even your mother took several times before she could deep throat me like that." I'm not large, by any stretch, but I was still astounded at her talent. "Welllll, to tell you the truth, I've been practicing. On hot dogs and stuff, you know?" she whispered back, eyes twinkling. "I got to the point where I can put an entire hot dog in my mouth and just hold the very end. And I used those big hot dogs we have, not the usual skinny little Oscar Meyer variety" she laughed. I chuckled and held her close. The law would say what we did is wrong. But I have no doubt that my lovely daughter knew exactly what she wanted and what she was getting into. She was happy. I was happy, no, elated. Overjoyed. Our bond of love was stronger than ever. She didn't think what we did was dirty or bad, and it wasn't. If what we were doing helped my daughter grow into a mature, self-confident, sexually aware young lady, then more power to us, I thought. We both fell asleep within moments. Next thing I knew, the sun was streaming in the bedroom window, and I heard the shower running in my bathroom. Padding naked out of bed and over in to the bathroom, I opened the cracked door to a room full of steam. "Beccy, do you mind if I join you?" The shower door slid open. I stepped into the stall and nearly jumped out of my skin. The water must have been all the way hot. "Yeeeooww!" I jumped. "What are you, a lobster in training?" I grinned at my dripping daughter as I turned the faucet a little bit cold. "There. Now maybe we can get out of here without being roasted alive." I leaned over to kiss her forehead. That's when I noticed the shaving lather all over her legs. She had just started to shave them, I guess. "Here, let me help you with that." I reached for the razor and began gently sliding it up and down over her calves and around her knees. I spent the next ten minutes lovingly shaving my daughter's legs. Legs of a fifteen year old, strong, supple, long and sinewy. She was going to be tall, like her mom and I. Like many girls her age, she was all legs at the moment, but I knew that would change. Her hips had started to broaden a few years ago. When I turned her to do the backs of her legs, her gorgeous butt cheeks winked back at me. It was all I could do to not lean up and take a bite out of each one, they were that delicious looking. Perfectly oval cheeks, high, firm, not a blemish on them. Exactly down the middle was the crack of her ass, disappearing down between her legs, to an area I forced myself not to think of right now. Gradually, I lathered and shaved both her legs, Becky lifting each one in turn so I could do all the way down to her ankles. When she was finished, I turned her again and kissed each kneecap, then helped her rinse off what little lather remained. Still on my knees, I looked up at her. Hair wet, slathered to the side of her head, drops of water sliding down and dripping off each young teenage breast, she was a vision of loveliness, as you can imagine. I glanced at her crotch. Fine, downy hairs covered her mound, so lightly that you almost wouldn't know they were there. I could plainly see her labia, full, fleshy, nearly the grown woman labia she would have in a few years. I decided to test the waters. I leaned forward and gently kissed her mound of Venus, about two inches above her lips. Holding her hips, I slowly ran my tongue down a little farther, waiting for her hands to grab my head and stop me. Hoping they wouldn't. Down, down, farther I went, until there was no more vertical to drop, and I'd have to go a bit horizontal. I reached down with both thumbs and gently pried her lips apart. I could see her young clitoris, just beginning to peek out of the hood. Tentatively, I leaned forward and gave it a gentle swipe. "ohmygod……" she breathed. I did it again, a little harder this time. "ohmygod…." I decided to go down a little farther, and let my tongue travel down her lips until it was poised just above the entrance to her vagina. Then I swiped across and up over her clit again. "ohmygod…" "Is that all you can say?" I said to her vagina, giving it another lick. "Oh Daddy…that feels so good! I never knew it could feel so…so..amazing!" she breathed, her hands now intertwined in my hair. I felt her hands pull my head into her crotch, and I took that as her plea to continue. I licked down the folds of her pussy, tasting the fresh clean juice of a young girl, mixed in with soap and shaving lather. I tongued around the folds, teasing each lip apart, swiping up and down and across. Then I got up to her clit again, and decided to give it a turn. Ever do the ABC's on a woman's clit with your tongue? If you do it right, she blows her cork before you hit "Z". Quality of Expertise is measured by how far along you get in the alphabet. I usually got to around M or P with my wife. Familiarity breeds complacency, I guess. I somehow didn't think I'd get that far with Rebecca. Not with her first time. I was right. The "A" made her gasp. The "B" made her shiver. The "C" made her knees tremble. The "D" made her wriggle her butt in the cutest way. The "E" made her groan and grab my head like a madwoman. I kept going. I think it was dotting the "I" that did it, though. I stabbed her little clit with the hard tip of my tongue and pushed it in. She moaned and her knees gave out and she shook and shivered all over, gasping in climax. She grabbed my head so hard I thought she was going to try to twist it off. "OH OH OH OH OH OH.." she gasped, tremors passing through her body with each crest. Gradually she came down, slowly, trembling, easing off her tremendous orgasm. Her fingers loosened on my scalp and I backed off and slowly stood up. Her head was bowed, water spray from the shower head dripping off it in long tendrils. Her breath was still ragged, her small body shivering now and then as she slowly regained her equilibrium. Finally she looked up at me. "Was I good?" I grinned at her, mimicking her words from last night. "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm…" was all she could say in return. "Not bad, eh?" I said, "when someone who knows what they're doing does it." "Daddy, " she started, "that was the most unbelievable feeling I've ever had in my life. I mean, I've played around a little down there, but I never thought it could feel so good when someone else did!" She hugged me and kissed my chest. "Time for school, babe." I smacked her behind and pushed her out of the shower. "Now get going, and don't be late!" The End of part 2 of 'Who needs Oxy-10' Who Needs Oxy-10? Part 3 Written by Rich Humus A few weeks after our first sex together, Rebecca and I were sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast one Saturday morning. I never tired of looking at her angelic face, her creamy skin starting to show signs of the summer tan she'd soon have. Her deep blue eyes looked over her cereal spoon at me, twinkling with love and affection. She had her hair tied up in a simple ponytail behind her head. She had a torn tee-shirt on that just barely covered the bottom swells of her growing breasts and a pair of skimpy black satin running shorts that I think fit her when she was 12, but now at 15 looked like a second skin. In the time since she'd come to my bed that night and performed her first fellatio on a man, we'd been nearly inseparable when she wasn't at school and I wasn't at work. We shopped, ate, watched TV, wandered the parks, and spent nearly every waking hour together, and, I must add, our non-waking hours as well. She'd taken to sleeping in my bed with me, even on those rare occasions when we didn't spend hours gorging ourselves on each other's genitals. She'd become quite adept at sucking my cock and deep-throating it every time, and I re-paid her attentions with my own brand of fairly well-received pussy licking. I showed her where her G-spot was with my fingers, and she really got off when I got my tongue in that far and rubbed the upper wall of her vagina there. Most times when she sucked me, she took me out of her mouth just before I orgasmed and I ejaculated on her face. We always spent several minutes afterwards rubbing my slick semen into her skin, and I confess it certainly seems to have worked magic. Her face was flawless - not a blemish, not even the tiniest hint of acne or other problems. About one time out of five or six, though, she swallowed my sperm and let it coat her little tummy. She said she never minded the taste of it at all. "Daddy, it tastes like you. I love it, because I love you." Words every father wants to hear, eh? "So, what do you want to do today, hon?" I said. I'd promised that this Saturday would be entirely hers and mine - no work at home, no schoolwork, no nothing but the two of us. "Daddy, can we go to the mall. I'd like to get some underwear, you know, grown-up underwear? I know you like it, and I think I'm old enough to wear it now. I mean, really, Daddy, how long can you keep me in cotton panties?" I thought for a moment. But just a moment. "Sure, baby, if that's what you want. What kind of things did you have in mind?" I felt I was a bit of an expert on women's lingerie. "Well, I'd really like to learn how to wear stockings instead of pantyhose. I know you can get thigh-highs that stay up by themselves, and the kind you need a garter belt to hold up with. And some teddys, and corsets and bustiers and higher heels and.." "Whoa, whoa there, kid. Where are we supposed to get the money for all these things?" I said, half-jokingly. I knew she'd get anything and everything she wanted from me, and she did too. "Well, I have about eighty dollars of babysitting money saved up." "We'll just have to see how far that goes. How would you like to make another $25.00 right now?", I returned, grinning. She grinned at me, put down her spoon and slowly slid down out of her chair under the table. A few seconds later I felt her cool small fingers undoing the tie on my robe and pushing the sides apart. I slid forwards a bit, and felt her tiny tongue reach out and nudge the tip of my cock. It surged up, stiffening, filling with blood. I closed my eyes and just leaned back in paradise, sighing. Her lips closed around the head and she pushed down, sucking the first few inches of my cock into her mouth, swabbing the head with her tongue. Her tiny fist wrapped around the shaft and started jerking it, combining with the sucking. It didn't take me long to start to feel the stirrings of a massive cum build up. We hadn't done anything the night before, and I had about two days worth of semen bottled up. Her other hand started cradling and rubbing my balls. I moaned with pleasure. After about thirty seconds of intense sucking on the head, Rebecca started taking more and more of my shaft in her mouth each time, gradually reducing the amount in her hand, until just her thumb and forefinger encircled my shaft. She started rapidly rubbing it up and down, like a tight ring around the shaft of my cock. Her wet mouth drooled saliva and cereal milk. She let out a grunt as I bottomed out in her mouth, and I felt the tip of my cock hit the top of her throat. I knew I wouldn't be able to last long. "Ohhhh baby that's so good, so good..." I whispered, leaning down to stroke the hair on her bobbing head. "It won't be long..." I heard her "hmmmm" in agreement. "Are you going to swallow it?" I whispered. "ummhummm" was her reply, which I took for a yes. I surrendered to the exquisite pleasure, feeling her tongue and lips and mouth work on me. I shuddered, as my orgasm began. I lifted up off the seat to push my cock fully into her mouth, and the first powerful white stream shot out of the end of my cock and struck the back of her throat. I felt her swallow immediately, the convulsion of her tongue causing another burst that coated her tonsils. I pulled back just a bit and felt four more powerful pulses explode from the hole at the end of my dick and become trapped in her warm and loving mouth. She swallowed thickly again, and I swear I felt her shudder in orgasm along with me. My daughter was cumming while she swallowed my sperm! Finally my shuddering eased and the sperm stopped flowing from the end of my cock onto her tongue. She pulled off of me, lips tightly sealed around my shaft and popped the head of my cock from her mouth. I scooted back in the chair and looked down at her. Her head lolled to one side, eyes closed, lips pursed shut, one hand inside the waistband of her shorts, the other still grasping my shrinking cock. I saw her run her tongue around inside her mouth, capture all the seed I had sprayed there, and swallow one last time. After a few seconds she opened her eyes and shyly looked at me. "Good?" What could I say. I grinned and said, "Well, I that was worth $25.00!" She grinned back and slapped my leg. "Now let me out of here - I want to go change!" She scampered out from under the table and ran off to her bedroom. I finished cleaning up the table and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, then went back and changed myself, into slacks and a golf shirt. I was sitting in the living room just glancing through the paper when I heard her door slam and she walked back, stopping to get my attention in the hallway. "Well, how do I look?" I turned slowly to look at her. I smiled. She had on a short denim mini-skirt, white socks and tennis shoes and a midriff-baring top. "Looks great to me, honey. I mentally calculated that the bottom of the skirt would just barely cover the tops of any stockings she may try on. I have a feeling she planned it that way. Girls sure do grow up fast. An hour later, we were at the mall. There's a pretty good sized one about forty miles away, with about six major department stores and a hundred or so mall shops. You all know the kind of place I'm talking about. It could be picked up and plopped down in nearly any spot in America and would look the same. Stride-Rite, Hickory Farms, Sears, you know the type. "Daddy, I want to look around a bit first, ok? There's a couple of places that sell lingerie, we can see them all, ok?" she questioned. "Whatever you want, hon, whatever you want." I squeezed her hand. First we stopped at a shoe store that sold up-market shoes, dress shoes. This was no "Buy one, get three pair free" place. I glanced at a price tag as we walked in - a plain pair of women's high heels was $79.99! I sat in a chair while she browsed around, I saw her gradually pick out three boxes and hold them under her arm as she walked around. I noticed with curiosity that male clerk seemed especially attentive to her, but she seemed to blow him off, because after a few minutes he want back to fooling around by the register, straightening out the shoe laces and re-stacking the spray polish. After a few more minutes, Rebecca walked back over and sat down next to me. "Daddy, I found these. Tell me which ones you like best." She unwrapped the first box. It was a pair of red, ankle-strap shoes, the kind we call "fuck-me pumps". The heels had to be five inches. She eased off her sneakers and socks and wedged her feet into them. When she first stood up, she nearly fell over. Giggling, she arched her pelvis out and figured out the posture she'd need to stay upright in them was a bit different than the typical schoolgirl slouch that you can effect in a pair of Nikes. She paraded around in front of me for a minute. The shoes added a couple of inches to her height, of course, and believe me, what they did to her legs and butt was nothing short of spectacular. I wanted to reach out and bite her right on the ass. "Babe, they are really nice. Can you see what they do to your ass?" I said, not too loudly, of course. Beck walked over to the floor mirror and pirouetted in front of it. I saw her smile to herself with satisfaction. "Ok, I like these" she said, coming over to sit again, and pulling them off. "Now this pair." The next pair was black, also very high, but strapless. I won't bore you with the details, but we ended up with all three pairs. Becky adapted to the high heels very quickly, and soon was parading around the store like she'd been born in them. They all did marvelous things to her legs and butt, as heels tend to when the woman is in good shape to start with. $289.00 later, we walked out of the store. She actually wanted to wear one pair around, trying to get used to walking in them. I stuck her sneakers in the back with the other and watched her clickity-clack over the lineoleum of the mall. I also watched for other people's reaction to her. Every guy over about 12 years old turned heads to watch her, and some of the women. I felt really proud, and was getting really horny! We visited a few more shops down the hallway of the mall. I knew what what coming up. There was one of those "Naughty but nice" lingerie shops here, where they had stuff that was a bit more daring than the typical Victoria's Secret shops, but yet not so trashy as a Frederick's of Hollywood, if you know what I mean. She pulled my arm into the store, excited as a little kid getting a puppy. "Wow! Look at all this stuff!" was all she could say as she looked around in wonder. An amazing array of underclothing was scattered all over the store. There were racks of corsets, teddys, Merry-Widows, robes, bras, garter belts, and every combination there of. Leather, rubber, lace, silk, satin and what appeared to be some sort of metallic skin was evident. There were things there I couldn't even begin to describe. Chrome and leather was a big favorite, as were metallic rings and other things. I had a funny feeling we were going to be spending a lot of money here. Rebecca went straight to one rack with a selection of those Madonna-style bustiers or whatever they are. She grabbed about three off the rack and asked me to follow her to the dressing room area. "Honey, I can't go back there with you, I'd feel like a dirty old man or something.." I whispered. "But Daddy, I need you to tell me how they look on. I can't come out /here/ in them, you have to go back there with me" she argued, pulling me along behind her. I glanced cautiously around the store to see if there were any salespeople watching us or getting ready to call the cops or anything. Hell, I was more than a bit nervous. We managed to sneak back into the dressing room area without anyone seeing us. We were able to turn the corner, and be out of sight of the general store area. Beck disappeared into the last booth, closed the curtain and I heard clothes rustling and snaps snapping and zippers zipping. After about three minutes I heard the curtain being pulled aside in her little dressing cubby, and out she stepped. Man, my heart skipped a beat. She had put on a white bustier with garter straps holding up white stockings, with her red heels on. Sexy in the extreme. She saw my eyes light up and giggled at me. "Do you like?" she questioned. "You betcha!" I returned, smiling. "Turn around." She spun lightly, showing the thong panties and her cute ass to me. She sure didn't look like a 15 year old in that outfit, let me tell you. She pranced around in it for a few minutes, then went back in to change into another outfit. The next one was just a sexy. I was getting more turned on by the minute. Then, she started coming out in just garters and stockings. I think she must have modelled about 10 different sets, each time more and more hot looking. Once, she even put her skirt on over the garter-belted stockings. Just a tiny inch or so of bare thigh showed above the stocking tops, which I found extremely alluring. I think she was daring me to let her walk around in that getup but there's no way I could have done that - we'd have both been arrested for causing a public disturbance. After at least an hour in the store, we walked out with four bags of stuff. The female sales clerk looked at me a little funny, but I really didn't care. I paid for the stuff with cash, though, just in case. You never know where your credit card numbers might add up. Becky needed to visit the ladie's room, so we walked down the mall aisle to the restroom area, and I waited nearby on a bench for her to finish her business and come back out. After a few minutes, she came back out, a big shit-eating grin on her face like something was up. As we walked back out to the main aisle of the mall, I noticed something when Becky's skirt flipped up in the breeze - she had put on of the garter belt and stockings sets on! Somehow, she had let the hem on her skirt down, and wore it lower on her hips, and when she walked normally, the tops of the stockings were hidden from view. But if she flipped her hips, or certainly, if she sat down, the skirt would ride up and one could see exactly what she had on. I grabbed her arm and ducked into an alleyway. "Jeeeze, Becky, what're you trying to do, get us arrested?" "Oh Daddy, relax. Nothing's wrong. You can't see up my skirt unless I go like this-" and she flipped it up in front, while I feebly attempted to bat it back down, "or like this-" and she spun quickly on her heels and I watched the skirt balloon up and fly away from her thighs. "Don't DO that!" I whispered hastily, looking around to see if there was anyone else watching this exhibition. I was getting rather concerned. She pulled me back out in to the mall. "I just want to walk around like this for a while. It gets me hot!" she whispered to me conspiratorially. "Just be careful!" I warned, "If somebody complains, we could both get in a lot of trouble!" I continued to walk about three or four steps behind her. I must admit she looked fantastic. The combination of the high heels, the short skirt, and the lingerie I knew was underneath it all was tremendously enticing. I found myself eyeing the hem of her skirt, getting a thrill each time it flipped up enough with her stride to show the barest top of her stocking and some creamy white thigh. We spent about another hour in the mall, visiting various shops, and then stopping for a sandwich at the food court place. I swear I noticed dozens of men and boys eyeing my sexy daughter as she paraded around the place, but none of them made any kind of move and there were no other untoward occurances. Finally, though, we'd had enough, and left to drive home. When Becky got in the front seat next to me, her skirt rode up at least three or four inches above her stocking tops. "My god, becky, how'm I supposed to drive with you looking that way next to me!" I grinned at her. I put one hand on her silky thigh as we drove out of the parking lot. So there we were, driving home, me stealing glances down at her legs every minute or so, while still trying to keep my mind on my driving and not cause a wreck. First she'd cross her legs one way, then after a few minutes, she'd cross them the other way. I could feel my erection growing in my pants. 'Damn,' I though to myself, 'my daughter is a very sexy girl...' It wasn't until we were about halfway home when I noticed the flashing red lights in my rearview mirror. First, I had a stroke. Then, when I swallowed my heart back down, I realized the cop couldn't be after me, so I slowed down just a little and pulled over to the right to let him pass. But when he didn't pass, my pulse raced again. "Oh shit" I thought. "What did we do now." "Becky, Becky, pull your skirt down - that cop wants us to pull over!" I said excitedly, trying to get her to make herself presentable. She let out a high pitched squeak and tried to raise her hips and pull down her skirt hem. Then she threw her jacket over the tops of her legs and hid herself a little better. I slowed and pulled the car off the highway, wondering, as we all do, what the heck this guy was pulling me over for. I watched nervously as he pulled over just in front of us and opened his door to get out. This was a big cop - about 6'2" or so. He walked back as I rolled the window down, and stuck his head down to talk. "Could I se your license and registration please, sir." He held out his hand. I pulled the slips of paper from my wallet. "What seems to be the problem, officer?" I said, handing over my stuff. "Well, sir, I clocked you at 62 miles an hour back there, and the speed limit along that stretch of road is 45 miles an hour. You were going just a little bit to fast there and," he said, peering in the car to look at Becky, "you wouldn't want anything to happen and hurt the young lady here." "Oh, yes, this is my daughter, Rebecca." I answered sheepishly. He looked over the forms for a minute and then, asking me to please "wait here" walked back into his car, leaned in and pulled out the radio microphone. I guess he was calling in the license and all to see if I was wanted for grand theft auto or bank robbery or jaywalking or anything. Luckily, I knew I wasn't. After a few minutes, he sauntered back to the car. I was dejectedly looking out my window, cursing myself for losing concentration on my driving. He walked back to my window and handed my my license and registration back, and then leaned down to look in the car again. He started to speak, and then caught himself quickly. "Alright, sir, the -" He stopped so abruptly I jumped, and then I looked at him, and then to my right. I just about shit. Becky had pulled the jacket off her legs and was purposely flashing her stocking tops and garter straps at the officer. He obviously noticed and must have swallowed his gum. "Ahem." He cleared his throat. "That's a mighty pretty young lady you have there, sir. Does she always dress like this?" I gulped. "No sir, we are just coming back from shopping at the mall..." I didn't know how to finish. Part of my brain was feverishly thinking of something to say, and another part of me was saying 'Relax. There's no law against wearing underwear in the car. What could they do to us?' Suddenly Becky leaned over me and looked up at the cop standing there. "Excuse me, officer, but could you come around to my window for a second?" she said to him. I saw him look at her for a long minute, then he put his ticket book back into his back pocket and walked around the car to her window. She motioned for him to lean in. When he did, she leaned up and whispered something in his ear. I saw his eyebrows go up for a brief second. Then he stood back up and looked down at her, then over at me, then down at her again. I whispered "Becky?....", wondering what the heck was going on, hoping against hope that she wouldn't get us in even more trouble. Finally, the cop stepped away from the door and opened it up. Becky leaned over to me and grinned. "I'll be back in a few minutes, Daddy. Everything's taken care of." I went to grab her wrist and ask her what the hell she thought she was doing, but she had scampered out of the car before I could respond. She followed him to his car, and got in the front passenger seat next to him. I started to realize what was about to happen, and I didn't know whether to shit or go blind, as the saying goes. I saw the cop lean back against his seat, and then Becky's head disappeared in his lap. Oh god, I thought, she's really doing it. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. I could feel my heart pounding and the blood rushing in my ears. I could do nothing but watch. The cop put his right arm on the back of the seat, and I could see him clenching and unclenching his fist. I closed my eyes and tried to block everything else out of my mind. Several minutes later, I heard a car door open and shut. I snapped my eyes open, seeing my daughter walking back to our car, smoothing down her skirt. Even before she got back to the car, the policeman was pulling away. I leaned over and shoved the door open for her, and she slid into the seat next to me. "Damn, Becky, what the hell do you think you're doing. You could have gotten us -" Before I could finish the sentence, Becky put a finger to my lips. She turned my chin to face her. I looked into her shining eyes. She had a slight grin to her pursed lips. Then she did something that shocked me to my core. She opened her mouth. The ropy white mass of sperm in it was absolutely incredible. There seemed to be half a cup of gooey semen in her mouth. She moved her tongue around in it for a second, making sure to give me a good look at it, so I could see just how much she had. Then, closing her mouth again, she swallowed the entire load in two gulps. My cock shot back up to a rock hard erection. Then she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "See, I told you everything was taken care of" she grinned. I could actually smell the semen on her breath, cloying and somewhat bleachy. I looked over at her. She was beaming. "You liked that, didn't you?" I said. "Yes. Daddy, I did. But I did it for you, for us. I didn't want you to get a ticket, and I knew it was because you kept looking at my legs. Besides, it was kinda fun. I hope you don't mind that I did it." She looked over at me, concern on her face now that she realized that she had sucked off another man. I thought long and hard. "No," I finally said, "No, I don't mind. But you've got to realize that you could have gotten us both in real trouble doing what you did. Do you want me to go to jail?" She pouted. "Daddy, sometimes you can be so dense!" she said, exasperated. "What do you mean? What did you say to him?" "I said that he had two choices. Give us a ticket, and then I'd say he tried to molest me in exchange for not giving a ticket, and I wouldn't do it, and he knew that there were two of us and only one of him and that he'd probably get in trouble, or let me suck him and drop the ticket entirely. There was no way he could have done anything to us. I had him right where I wanted him." I thought for a second. "Yeah - right by the balls!" We both cracked up laughing. End of Part 3 - more to come soon! -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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