Message-ID: <45477asstr$1069351802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: jarilid@freemail.nl (Jari) X-Original-Message-ID: <809d49c2.0311200305.7d59560e@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2003 11:05:58 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 20 Nov 2003 03:05:58 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Proud of my Daughter (f/m, teen, fight, nc, mast, bb) X-Original-Subject: STORY: Proud of my Daughter (f/m, teen, fight, nc, mast, bb) Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2003 13:10:02 -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: hoisingr, RuiJorge Proud of my daughter (f/m, teen, fight, nc, mast, bb) By Jari _____________________________________________________________ WARNING: Standard Disclaimer. The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains sexual behavior between teens. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. Copyright 2003, the author. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of this work outside the confines of the usenet news group, alt.sex.stories, without the explicit permission of the author is prohibited Reactions welcome at jarilidSPAM@planet.nl (remove SPAM) ______________________________________________________________ "Come on, Tammy, we're gonna be late," I yelled at my daughter who was still busy dressing herself upstairs. She yelled something back I couldn't make sense of, but I decided to regard it as a confirmation she would be down in a few minutes. I looked at my watch again. "We're really gonna be late," I said to my wife, Beth, "we first have to drop Timmy at your parents too." "Don't worry, dear," she answered, powdering her nose, "that will only take an extra five minutes or so. Oh Will, you know you're just nervous because of Bob." I sighed. She was right of course. From all my colleagues at work I hated Bob the most. In fact I think he was the only one I hated. One year ago we had been involved in a fierce competition over the same position in the company. And although I was almost 100% sure I had better qualifications for the job, Bob was the one who was appointed in the end, leaving me puzzled how he had managed to do it. I had avoided contact with him as much as possible after that event, but because we still worked for the same company and even in the same field, I couldn't go on doing that. So I had accepted his invitation for dinner this evening as a kind of peace-token. "Bring your kids too," he had said. Well, Timmy was too young, so we had decided to let him sleep over with his grandparents. And although Tammy had put up quite a fight to be excused too, we had decided that she, being thirteen, was old enough to accompany us. The fact that Bob and Eileen had a son of about the same age also played a role. I was anxious to see how Tammy would be dressed. Up to now she had been what you would call a real tomboy and most people would think her to be a boy at first sight. Lately she had started to 'blossom into womanhood' as I called it; she had entered puberty and was developing more feminine contours. So I had hoped her boyish appearance would soon alter. She still dressed herself however all the time in boy's jeans and t-shirts or blouses, mostly black. Last Christmas we had pulled a little trick on her: my wife and I had announced that the annual family Christmas dinner would be in 'fashionable style': so everyone was expected to dress up. I wore my best tuxedo, and even little Timmy was dressed in long pants and wore a blazer. My wife of course looked beautiful as ever in her evening dress, but I was really stunned when Tammy made her appearance. She was dressed as a woman for the first time in her life, and she looked marvelous. Well to be completely honest: she was a knockout! It was still all black what she wore, but what a difference it made to see her in a low-cut evening dress, with black net-laced stockings which reached up to just below the hem of her dress so that a small (and, I must admit, very tempting) stroke of her white thighs was visible. I couldn't help noticing that she had gorgeous legs, well developed but at the same time very feminine. The dress fitted her as a glove and I had trouble avoiding staring at her female parts the rest of the evening. Even her breasts were more developed than I had expected ('damn those wide t-shirts she always wears' I thought). I was really impressed by her looks and the whole evening I felt kind of sexually aroused. I was a bit ashamed about that afterwards, but what the heck: every father falls in love with his daughter(s) some time. And because she returned to her boyish appearance the next day again I gave it no more thought. But maybe Tammy considered this visit to be an occasion to dress up more feminine than usual once more. She knew this call was important for me. But when she rushed down the stairs I was disappointed to see it was the usual Tammy again. No wait: she wore a short black shirt which didn't reach the belt of her jeans, so her navel and her belly were visible. Well, that was at least something a boy wouldn't wear. I decided to count my (few) blessings and spent no more words about her appearance. When we arrived at Bob and Eileen's house, the two cordially welcomed us. "And this is Jimmy, our son," Bob introduced his offspring to us. I looked at a younger copy of Bob, meticulously dressed just like his father and with the same arrogant look in his eyes. He was a cute enough looking kid but I hated him the moment I set eyes on him. Particularly when I saw him looking down his nose at Tammy, who just pretended to be looking at something interesting at an impeccable white-washed wall. "Let's have something to drink first," Bob proposed, "and then the children can play in the garden or so." I looked at Tammy how she took this somewhat childish approach of our host, but she had obviously decided to let everything just come over her, probably because of me. So after a first drink the children disappeared into the garden and our two ladies were most of the time to be found in the kitchen, preparing the meal. So I found myself in the company of Bob, talking about the business and that sort of tedious things. At one point in our conversation he remarked: "you know, I did particularly well this year. I even earned myself an A-bonus." I gulped and had to cough. An A-bonus... I think it was more than five years ago that someone had reached that level, which meant you almost doubled your year-income. "And you, Will, how did you do this season?" I smiled sourly. "Well, I certainly cannot top that. In fact I am lucky to get a D-type this year." I lied, because I knew I would only receive the lowest E-type, which meant just a lousy extra hundred bucks or so. It just hadn't been my year. "Ah well," Bob smiled. A somewhat awkward silence fell into the room and I approached the almost wall-sized window that looked out on the garden. The two children were throwing a baseball at each other. I could see from Tammy's posture that she was irritated. Probably Jimmy hadn't been too friendly towards her. Or he had made some remarks about the way that she was dressed: that always pissed her off. I turned around and, trying to rekindle the conversation, I made a remark about some fishing-gear that I had noticed in the hallway. "I can't remember you were into fishing when we were here last time, some two years ago that must be," I asked him. Bob smiled. "No, I took that up about a year ago. It can bring you into contact with the right people you know," he added off-handly. The lights went finally on in my head. Of course! George Bell, our boss, who had to decide between us a year ago who to give the job to, was known for his frantic hobby of fishing! I let out a hearable gasp and I felt suddenly very angry. Because I didn't want Bob to see my red-flushed face I turned towards the window again. I was just in time to see how Jimmy threw a ball right into Tammy's face. I saw my kid bending forwards, her hands covering her face. Knowing my daughter well, I knew she wasn't crying or something. The ball had hit her real hard, so she just took some time to recover. But that didn't take long. With a big jump she threw herself onto the laughing fourteen-year-old brat who fell backwards and landed on his butt on the grass. Immediately Tammy was all over him and tried to push him on his back. Jimmy just in time recovered to roll himself on his stomach to prevent this. My girl sat on his back now and just launched a series of blows on his shoulders and the back of his head. I almost could hear him cry out from pain behind the double-glassed window. Suddenly I noticed that Bob was standing beside me. "Hey, what the fuck is your daughter doing with my boy? I think you have to stop her." But right then Jimmy bucked wildly and managed to throw Tammy off of his back. He quickly turned around and dived on top of her. Tammy was lying now on her back with Jimmy's upper body halfway lying across hers. He had got hold of her wrists and tried to press them down next to her head. If he succeeded he would be able to straddle her and she would be lost. Her shirt had ridden up high during the fight and, wearing no bra of course, occasionally flashes from part of her breasts were seen. I suspected Jimmy of causing it on purpose, because I saw him making certain movements that would produce these flashes of white tit-flesh and then he was immediately staring hard at them. I heard Bob giggle and saying: "well, I think they are only playing. Just let them horse around a bit, shall we?" He threw one of those condescending smiles at me. I knew he had been drooling over the sight my daughter's tits too and I grew mad! 'Come on, Tammy, give that brat a lesson he will remember. I know you can do it, Tammy...TAMMYYY' I cried out to her in my thoughts. In reality I smiled back at Bob and said: "Yes, let them play around a bit. Your boy looks quite strong by the way." Bob smiled his proudest father-smile. "Yes, he will probably just have some fun with your daughter." I turned my eyes to the playground again. Tammy had managed to free one hand and, still lying on her back, was applying a headlock on Jimmy. Once she had secured the headlock she rolled sideways and Jimmy was forced to roll with her or to strain his neck badly. He had to let go of her other hand too in the process and Tammy took full advantage of that fact. Once she had made Jimmy roll over and lying next to her, she closed her two hands together and began to apply pressure on the poor boy's head that was locked between her right arm and her side. He tried to wriggle out of her hold and stuck his bum high up in the air. He certainly didn't look good this way and I threw a glance at Bob next to me. He had a worried expression on his face. "Yes, he probably is just playing around and acting as if he is losing, out of gallantry," I suggested to Bob. "He is a strong, healthy boy so how could he be beaten by a girl anyway?" "Yes...that's right," Bob answered deep in thoughts. Jimmy was tapping his hand on the ground now to declare he gave in. But Tammy pretended not to see this gesture and with her full weight forced the boy on his back. Quick as the wind she climbed on his chest and straddled him. She took both his wrists and pinned them next to his head. He was clearly in a defeated position! Properly submitted, down and out! In my thoughts I cried out a loud cry of triumph. 'YESSSSS! TAMMY, WAY TO GO! BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF THAT SHITHEAD!' I turned to Bob and said: "Jimmy is really going all the way in his gallantry, pretending my daughter has beaten him, don't you think?" Bob smiled faintly, threw a dark and threatening glance at his humiliated son, who was laying helpless underneath my daughter at the lawn and turned around. "Maybe another drink," I heard him mutter. I turned around too. I certainly could use a drink also. I felt very strange. It was as if my daughter had taken revenge for me by beaten Bob's only son right under his own eyes. I knew that in fact this wouldn't change anything about Bob beating me for that job last year, but still I felt better about it. Bob handed me a whisky and stood before his bookcase, his back to the window, pretending nothing was happening out there. He gloomily eyed his collection of books. I went to stand next to him but positioned myself so, that I could also look out of the window if I wanted and see what happened there. When I looked again at the two children I couldn't believe my eyes. Somehow Tammy had got hold of some rope (did she always had some with her, I wondered?) and was tying Jimmy's hands together above his head. I could clearly see he was crying now. I threw a glance at Bob, but he was talking about some books he was so very lucky to be able to buy last week for a soft price. I nodded and threw in just enough 'hmm' and 'no' and 'yes' to keep him going. My eyes were on the scene outside however. Tammy was pulling poor Jimmy around over the grass now by his tied hands. She looked really like one of those Roman gladiators, pulling their beaten victim behind them around in the arena. 'She must be awfully strong to be able to do that' I thought to myself. I knew she was working out but hadn't realized with what results. When she came to a tree, she placed Jimmy with his back against it, in a sitting position, and bound the rest of the rope around the stem. Jimmy was really at her mercy now. I felt I got a bit excited about the situation. My rod began to stiffen. I realized I hoped Tammy would go all the way with her victim. She intended to do so clearly, because she started to pull at his belt. Once removed, I saw her meddling with his zipper. Then, with both hands at his waist, she yanked his jeans down. She bent down at his ankles, obviously to remove his sneakers and when she got up again her victim, poor fourteen year old Jimmy, was laying helplessly in front of her, only wearing his shirt, underpants and white sportsocks. I noticed he was really well built, I could clearly see his well-developed and muscled legs, but they were of no use to him now. I could see how he anxiously looked up at his tormentrix. "Oh yes, you are certainly right there," I said to Bob, "but what about those red books over there on the next shelf?" "Ah, I'm glad you ask me about these," Bob answered in a more happy mood now and went on with his enlightenment. I looked again at the scene outside. I could see that my daughter was talking to her victim, but unfortunately couldn't make out the words. I saw her lips moving and Jimmy's frightened reaction on his face. What was she threatening him with? I hoped she would continue undressing the poor boy. I felt a strange urge to see the cute boy naked, lying there on the grass under the eyes of my daughter. My rod had almost reached its full length now. I saw my daughter take the hem of his shirt at the bottom and with one strong movement she tore it right from his torso. I made an involuntary movement just by seeing it happen. Bob noticed it and looked at me. He fell silent for a second and seemed to want to turn around, which would have given him a full view of the scene with his now so very humiliated son. But when I looked at him with a curious face, urging him to go on, he returned to his lectures. From the corner of my eye I saw Tammy bending over and although she was blocking my view, I knew precisely what happened over there: she was in the process of pulling his underpants down. When she stood up again she was holding his white (I certainly hoped for him they were meticulously white!) briefs in her hand. I was barely able to stifle a 'yessss' escaping my mouth. Jimmy was laying naked now at my daughter's feet. His well-developed white body was almost completely hairless, except from some tuffs of black hair in his armpits and quite a bush around his dick and balls. His limp member lay draped on top of his balls. I had hoped the humiliation would have caused him to have an erection, but it seemed to have made him lifeless instead. I wondered what would happen next. "Really? For that price?" I threw in a few words to Bob. "Oh yes, you know, you have to know the right people...." and on he went with his monologue. ''The right people' my ass,' I thought, 'you have to have the right children!" Tammy was now standing between the 'V' of Jimmy's legs. I saw how he anxiously looked up to her. Then she took off her right shoe and stretched out her foot, clad in a white ankle sock, towards his groin. She placed her foot carefully on his cock and began to make little up-and-down movements with it. She caressed his precious tool for about a minute or so. Then she lifted her foot and YESSS: Jimmy was sporting a full erection now! Well, that was certainly a 6 incher I would guess from a distance. "Is that real leather, that book cover?" I asked Bob. Outside, Tammy was squatting next to Jimmy, unfortunately with her back towards me and thus blocking my view. 'Damn' I thought, 'what is she up to?' A pointless question, because I knew precisely what she was up to. It was all too clear from the way Tammy was moving her right arm, and from the way Jimmy was becoming more and more red in his face: my girl was wanking the poor boy into submission. Suddenly I saw Jimmy's body tensing all up and his eyes were pressed tightly closed. Yesss! She had made him ejaculate! I suddenly got very hot in my face and to my own surprise I felt a warm spot developing in my crotch: I had cum in my pants! Shit! That hadn't happened to me since I had been fourteen myself! Tammy stood up and shook some drops from her hands. I strained my eyes and I thought I could make out some globs of sperm on Jimmy's belly and chest. I sighed. What a pity I hadn't been able to see that spectacle more clearly. What was my girl up to now? She placed herself again in the 'V' of Jimmy's legs. I saw how she said something to the tied-up boy and how he suddenly opened his eyes wide. He seemed to yell at her and tried desperately to free himself. I saw how Tammy calmly put on her shoe again and looked down at her helpless squirming victim. A vicious smile broke free on her face. She moved her right foot way back and then... suddenly..... a loud crash and an awful noise made me make my head turn towards the kitchen door at the supreme moment. There was a spectacle of plates and forks and knives and spoons all scattered on the floor. Broken cups, pieces of dishes and food splattered everywhere. It so happened that my wife and our hostess had just come out of the kitchen to enter the room, their hands full of plates meant for setting the table. The door of the kitchen gave out just on the window and exactly at the moment Tammy was delivering her final blow the two had entered... giving them a full appreciation of the situation. I looked at two stupefied women, their hands at their faces, their eyes fixed on the horrible scene in the garden. Bob had also turned around, hearing the noise, and after a few moments his eyes turned towards what his and mine wife were looking at. He turned quite pale and for a moment I really thought he would faint. A deadly silence fell into the room, in which only the wails and howling sounds of their beloved son were faintly heard; their son, of which it was not clear at that moment whether he would ever be able to produce any offspring himself. 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