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My First Cock
by Anonymous (address withheld)
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A young woman earns her allowance money the old-
fashioned way. (M/f, ped, oral, anal, inc)
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I remember the first time my lips ever touched a cock:
it was warm and soft against my skin, even though it was
rigid. A trickle of translucent goo peeked out of the
tip, moistening my lips. I licked them, and was rewarded
for my curiosity with an oddly salty taste that I've
come to enjoy. But I'm probably getting ahead of myself
here.
I was young, just entering puberty. My chest had
blossomed into a pair of small, nearly-flat breasts
topped with soft pink nipples. My mother promised that
they'd get bigger and I'd soon grow out of my training
bra, but they never did. The bra always felt weird to
me, so I stopped wearing it after a couple of months. I
was a lanky kid, slender and lean, and I used to get
teased a lot. I wanted to buy some new clothes so I
could look more like the other girls, and less like I
was wearing my brother's hand-me-downs. It was the
middle of summer, and I knew I'd need to have my
wardrobe in order before school started if I wasn't
going to be a pariah.
Early one morning, I caught both of my parents in the
kitchen having breakfast before my dad left for work. My
parents always said I should be direct with them, so I
just came out and asked for an allowance. Mom and dad
just looked at each other, sharing a little smirk.
"Sure", they both said. "But you'll have to do some
chores."
I shrugged and agreed, and we haggled about prices. Dad
offered $20 a week if I did chores for him, then mom
surprised both of us by haggling him up to $50. I
couldn't believe it: fifty dollars a week! Dad seemed
hesitant at first, but finally agreed, with the
condition that I'd have to do some "special" chores to
earn that much.
Mom just smiled, and said that I should get started.
She reached down into my father's lap and unzipped his
pants, then into his boxers and pulled them both down
to his ankles. "Sweetie, you should get undressed now."
she said. "Before your father changes his mind about
this deal".
Now, I knew full well what they had in mind. I'd been
sneaking into their bedroom to read dad's porn mags and
steal my mom's vibrator for about a year by that point.
I'd never actually done anything though, so I was a
little nervous. Still, I wanted that money, so I quickly
whipped off my t-shirt, drawing a 'tsk' from my mother
when she noticed that I wasn't wearing my training bra.
I kicked off my shoes but didn't bother with my socks,
since I was in a hurry. I was wearing shorts that day, a
baggy pair that I'd inherited from my brother. I figured
that my dad wanted me totally naked, so I pulled down my
panties as well, then took off my glasses and left them
on the table.
By that point my dad was standing up with his pants
around his ankles. He was in pretty decent shape, I
guess, but I wasn't really paying attention to that;
he's my dad, after all. His cock was sticking straight
out, angled upwards a little and dark red.
I think he mentioned something about having to start
shaving his balls again. My mother led me to the chair
that he'd been sitting in, and then I felt my father's
strong right hand take hold of me, gripping the top of
my head. "Open your mouth" he said, his voice sounding a
little more excited than usual. He thrust his hips
forward, and that was the first time I felt it: a hard
cock pressing against my lips, demanding entry.
I opened my mouth and he slipped inside quickly, filling
my cheeks and pushing up against the back of my throat.
I gagged and tried to push him back a little, and in the
corner of my eye I could see my mother shaking her head
with disappointment. Then I felt the sharp sting of my
father slapping me in the face. "No hands unless I tell
you!" he growled at me.
I was shocked, because my father never growled. My
mother just smiled and moved off to the side. I thought
that she was leaving, but she came back a few minutes
later with her vibrator and sat down, pleasuring herself
while she watched us.
By that point my dad had tied by hands behind the chair
with my socks, which he gleefully peeled off of my feet.
Once he had me secured he sent a few minutes sucking on
my toes, rolling them around in his mouth and snaking
his tongue between them. It ticked terribly, but I
didn't complain, because I still wanted the money. I
could see the clock from where I was sitting, and I knew
that he only had another 30 minutes before his carpool
arrived.
When he was done with my feet, he started rubbing my
breasts with his large, powerful hands, sliding his cock
across them as well and leaving a slimy trail of pre-cum
on my chest. I didn't mind the sliminess at all; it'd
wash off a lot faster than I'd spend 50 dollars, after
all. He rubbed the oozing tip of his throbbing cock all
over my face, up and down my neck, slapping me with it
playfully for several minutes until I felt his hand on
top of my head again. "Open." he commanded.
I opened up again, trying to brace myself for the
intrusion. It didn't really work. His cock forced its
way down my throat, clumsily bumping against my mouth
until he found the right angle. I gagged and coughed,
and even turned red a couple of times when I couldn't
breathe, but he didn't seem to pause for a second. I
shut my eyes and tried to imagine all of the stuff I
could buy with what he was going to pay me.
He fucked my throat raw, thrusting hard and fast, then
slowing down occasionally to catch his breath. By my
count, it was ten minutes before he finally came,
pulling out of my throat at the last minute to fill my
mouth with his semen. I swallowed it without him having
to ask me; I mean, it only made sense. I was tied to the
chair, so I couldn't really spit it anywhere but on
myself, and swallowing it didn't seem much worse than
spitting it onto my chest at that point.
The carpool wasn't going to arrive for another ten
minutes, but he pulled up his pants and untied me.
Taking my hand, he led me upstairs to the master bedroom
and told me to bend over on the bed. I did as he asked,
thinking that maybe he was going to fuck me quick before
his ride arrived. I spread my legs wide and thrust my
ass into the air, expecting a hard, warm cock. Instead,
I felt something cold and gooey on my anus. It started
to spread, drawn down by gravity, but his fingers spread
it all around my ass instead. Then I felt something hard
begin to press against my anus, pushing its way inside.
I looked over my shoulder and saw my dad pushing a butt
plug into my ass. "Keep this in there until lunch, then
have your mother pull it out." he said, pressing the
plug deep into my ass until the slender silicone toy had
gone in to the hilt.
We both heard his carpool downstairs honking, and he
hurried down to leave for work. I gingerly rolled out of
the bed and waddled out of the room. The plug hadn't
really hurt going in, but it felt slightly
uncomfortable, filling me in a way I wasn't used to.
Every time I moved I was afraid that it would fall out,
so it was several minutes before I found myself in the
kitchen again. My mother was there, eating a bowl of
oatmeal. A familiar muffled buzz told me that she was
still using the vibrator. I looked around the kitchen
and realized that my clothes were gone.
"Your father said you're going to wear that plug until
lunch, and then I'll pull it out of you. I don't want
you getting lube on your clothes, so you'll stay naked
until I pull the plug out and you have a shower," she
said matter-of-factly.
I shrugged and poured myself a bowl of cereal. At least
I wouldn't have a boring summer.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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