TWO WEEKS, for two solid weeks, he fed her the magical food from the magic stick. Four times
a day and even five times, on two separate days. Eve not only got used to the
taste, she now liked it, even asked for it here and there. "Mommy, can I have
some of the magical food now, please?" And, even when he felt utterly drained dry and he knew it would be an uphill battle to ejaculate, he found the impetus to oblige his new, young daughter. And he would use the moment to reinforce her training. "Now, Eve, it's gonna be hard work for mommy to shake the magic stick this time, but if you promise to always be a good girl and always do what mommy tells you, I'll do it just for you. OK?" It was. Each and every time. * * * * * * MOMMY LENNY was now ready for the next phase of his plan. Teaching his little girl how to suck his cock. And not just suck it, but to love sucking it. And love having the magic stick spurt its magical food directly into her mouth. And asking for more! But he waited. For the right moment. The moment he now knew wouldn't disappoint him by not arriving. And then, it was here, on a morning and before little Eve had had any breakfast. "Mommy, can I have some of the magical food, now, please?" "Mommy's very tired, dear. I shook the magic stick for you four times yesterday, remember?" She nodded. "But, what if I show you how to make the magic stick spit all by yourself? Would you like that?" "Yes, mommy, show me!" She was hungry, poor creature. Lenny was hungry, too, the poor bastard. He told her to sit on the edge of the twin bed, at cock height, if you will. He then stripped and stood naked before her, his cock wobbling in the space between them, red and raging and pointing directly at her mouth. Pulsing. His own head was pulsing, pounding, a flushed feeling coming over him, as he fondled his large member. "Now, Eve," he said, a hoarseness in his voice. "Here's what you must do to make the magic stick spit . . . have you ever sucked on a lollipop?" She looked up at him and nodded. Geez, who hasn't? "Good. Now all you have to do is use your mouth to suck on the magic stick, as if it's a lollipop. A big one that will spit out its magical food. But, I want to see if you are a good lollipop sucker. Here . . . " He put his thumb out toward her. "Suck on my thumb first and let me see how good you are at sucking on lollipops. OK?" She said, happily, "OK!" Then she put her mouth on the thumb. And sucked on it. As she had on lollipops. With no back and forth motion to her head. That won't do, he thought. "That's not the way to suck a magic stick, Eve, you've go to move your head back and forth on it as you suck. Go ahead, try it!" He waited, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. Then she did it! Slowly at first, tentatively, then more pronounced. He could feel the hotness of her little mouth and the wetness of her little tongue on his fat, old thumb. Heaven, he thought, just heaven! Then, while she sucked happily away on the lollipop thumb, with both her eyes closed, he started moving the thumb in and out of her mouth, feeding no more than two inches of it into her mouth at any one time. She sucked as he thumb-fucked her mouth, not knowing little girls shouldn't do this to old, farty men. Especially old, farty perverted men, like Leonard Fiske. "Good, girl, Eve, that's it. Suck on it! Go back and forth on it. And move your tongue around, darling, let me feel your tongue moving." And she did, her little wet tongue swirling all over this big, fat thumb, with her saliva escaping her mouth, her saliva falling from the thumb, while driving his mind absolutely frigging bonkers. "Oooh, Eve, that feels great! But are you now ready for the magic stick?" She nodded her head up and down, the thumb going all along with the movement. He withdrew the thumb, hearing a sloosh sound as it exited. "N-now, Eve," he said, a tremble in his voice. "I-I want you to do the same thing to the head of the magic stick. Take the head into your mouth, go up and down on it, and swirl your tongue around. Got that?" She nodded and looked at the cock head. "Mommy, can I lick that off first?" He noticed his cock's tip was bubbling up with pre-cum. Lots of pre-cum. His pre-cum. Leonard R. Fiske's pre-cum. And the little darling was asking his permission to lick it all off! To lick the sperm from his cock head just the way the women in the fuck films sometimes did. And, in the back recesses of his nasty mind, he knew it would get even better down the line. Much, much better! "You sure can, sweetheart, b-but I want you to keep yours eyes open when you do. In fact, I want you to keep them open every time you suck on mommy's magic stick. Understand?" All she said was, "Uh huh!" He closed the distance between them, his cock's head now less than an inch from her face. He reached down, placed a hand under her chin and raised her face up at him. Both eyes were wide open. As was her mouth. He could even see the pink little tongue, wet looking and seemingly ready for her first lesson in the Leonard R. Fiske's personal cocksucker's school for young daughters named Eve. "Keep the eyes open, darling!" he said as he put her head back into the cocksucking position and pushed the head of his cock into the waiting and eager hot, little mouth. She totally surprised him by reaching out with her right hand and placing it on the base of his shaft, much as if she had done this sort of thing before. He moaned when her lips bumped over the ridged flange, clearing it and going a good half-inch beyond. Don't give her too much, he told himself, don't make her gag. He withdrew slightly, but only slightly. "Now, darling, go back and forth just like on my thumb." She complied, wetting the cock head up with her movements. Oh, shit, he thought, feeling the magic her tiny mouth was sending through him, my first blowjob! How fucking incredible this feels! No wonder guys like it! "N-now, honey, move your tongue around, too, while you suck!" She complied and he now felt her tongue adding to the overall magic. It was driving him beyond control. He knew if she kept it up, he'd cum in a very short while. He had to warn her, just in case. No point in startling her. "Now, Eve, w-w-when the magic stick starts spitting, don't be scared. OK?" He heard an, "Mmm hmm" come out of her. She wasn't scared. What was there to be scared of, anyway? Magical food? No! She liked the magical food. Even if it was way too salty. Lenny had seen to that. Eve now sucked on Lenny's cock, going back and forth on it, swirling her tongue all over the place, feeling the flanged ridge bump her lips as they crossed over it time and again, the size of the head almost filling her mouth up. All the while not even knowing she was giving her first blowjob to an old pervert, one who was getting his first blowjob. Two firsts. With another first looming on the horizon for them both: Swallowing all of his cum, his magical food, as it came straight out of his cock, his magic stick. Then he felt it coming upon him, the about-to-cum moment. He reached down with his right hand and started massaging his scrotum. Slowly and purposefully. She then surprised him. She started moaning! "Mmm mmm." She did this over and over as she sucked him off. Then the little minx surprised him again. She had placed her left hand, her free hand, on his scrotum and was massaging away at both his balls just as she had seem him do. It was much too much for old Lenny. He felt himself start to spurt. And spurt and spurt and spurt. With an intensity he had never felt before. He was looking down at her little head as it went back and forth, sucking him, taking his cum. And not a peep out of her along the lines of a complaint. She was taking his cum and swallowing it at the same time. And still moaning! "Mmm mmm." Over and over. When she had swallowed the last of it, she started to move off of the cock head. "Keep sucking the magic stick, darling, until it goes soft. That's how you get it to make more magical food for the next time. OK?" It was. She bobbed her head up and down in a yes making motion. And sucked away on the magic stick. Still moaning here and there. "Mmm mmm." Finally, the magic stick went flaccid. He withdrew it and tilted her chin up to him. She had a blob of cum on her bottom lip. He watched as her tongue did a quick flick out and cleaned if off. She was blinking rapidly, but there was no sign of the frowny, scrunchy face. In fact, she even looked contented to him. It was now the Lenny question and answer time. "Did you like that, sucking on my old magic stick?" She said she had and it had felt really good, too. Lenny liked that answer. "You did a wonderful job, Eve, going up and down on it. Did you like going up and down on it?" She said she did. And, when he pressed her, admitted just how good it had felt in her mouth. "Did you get a lot of magical food and did you like the taste?" She said yes to both, her face seeming to glow. "And, Eve, it was wonderful feeling when you played with Ike and Mike." "Who's Ike and Mike?" "The magic stick's two hairy best friends." He pointed to Ike and Mike. "Ike's the one on the left, your left." He pointed to his right ball. She reached out and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Hello, Ike!" She then grabbed the other hairy, skin-covered egg. "And hello, Mike!" She giggled. It was nice making new friends. Even if they were silly looking. And droopy. And hairy. Sensing her amiability and willingness to explore, he said, "Why don't you show Ike and Mike you like them by giving them each a big, wet kiss. OK?" It was. She planted a kiss on Ike first, then one on Mike. Lenny was in hog heaven. "Now, Eve, darling, just like you did with the magic stick, I want you to really show them you like them by taking each one, Mike first, into your mouth and sucking on it. OK?" It was. Mike went first this time, and then Ike felt the wet, hot virginal mouth work its magic. He had her suck on them, going one to the other, until both were sloppy wet with her saliva. "Good girl, Eve, good girl!" he said over and over as his newly trained personal cocksucker became his newly trained balls sucker. "Good girl!" He heard her moan from time to time as she laved his testicles. Little Eve, it seemed, was enjoying making her new Lenny mommy happy. And Lenny, bless his black heart, was very pleased, indeed. So far, everything had exceeded even his wildest earlier imaginings. He looked down at her small head as it worked on him and thought about the future . . . * * * * * * THEIR FUTURE. A future sure to be filled with other exciting new things. And new firsts. For both of them. Like her first deep-throating lesson. He could picture it vividly now. Yes, it would take a lot of training to keep her from gagging on him, but he had read a lot on the subject matter. He knew just how to get her to kill the gag reflex's natural ability to want to eject big, fat intruders. Like his big, fat 8" intruder. And fucking, oh, lordy, fucking, how wonderful will that feel? And anal! Oh, God, anal fucking her! My big, old Lenny pecker buried deep in her virginal ass hole, right down to the hilt, the home base of Ike and Mike, the magic stick's hairy little buddy pals. Oh, yeah, he, Leonard R. Fiske, could now picture it all. Even to the point of the dirtiest of things, teaching his little Eve how to lick and suck his asshole. And to drink his magical piss straight from the magical source. And to like it all, even. And, at some point, he would start filming their little lessons. And use them to teach her better technique. To make her the world's greatest and most unbelievable cocksucker. And the world's greatest piece of ass. He would also, he knew, show her his personal collection of fuck film and they would watch them together, discussing the finer points, the finesses, if you will. And he knew, oh, God how he knew, that he would be there for her first orgasm! Brought to her by one Leonard R. Fiske, the 45 year old Leonard R. Fiske, her new mommy with the magic stick and its two best pals, Ikey and Mikey. An inseparable trio, if ever there was one. And her teenage years! When tits formed and her shape became womanlier, her ass blossoming out, and the curves of womanhood, his Eve's womanhood, beginning to show. What bliss, what un-fucking-fantastic bliss. Without ever ruining it all by getting her pregnant. He had even thought that through, so clever of him, and had had a vasectomy. A permanent, irreversible one. Would she miss having friends? Other people? No doubt, but she'd just have to learn to live with it. And schooling? The only schooling she was going to get was her Leonard R. Fiske type of schooling. That, he reasoned, was all the smarts she's ever gonna need. All he had to do was make sure the outside world never found out about the new daughter he kept in his soundproofed basement room. But that shouldn't be too big a problem. His house was miles from his nearest neighbor and, shit, they never came near him any-hoo-ha. The bastards, he thought, can't get enough distance between us. No one, he knew, had even knocked on his front door in the five years since he had inherited the big house from his mother, along with enough money to never have to work again. Shit, the only guy who ever came even near his house was the gas meter reader. And he did it all from outside. Shit, he recalled, I don't even know what he looks like! I wouldn't know the fucker if I tripped over him! Eve looked up at him. "Mommy, I'm still hungry! Can I have some Cheerios? Please." She wiggled her small behind around on the edge of the twin bed. He smiled warmly at her. As he patted her head, he said, "You sure can, my little darling, and then we're going to watch a movie together while you eat. Would you like that?" "Yeeessssss!" she said gleefully. She had forgotten that movies even existed. "What's it a movie about?" "You'll see, sweetheart, you'll see! It's a real grown up movie." She wiggled her small little ass on the bed again . . . "Oooh, goody! I like that!" Eve wiggled her cute backside once more . . . FISKE didn't know it, couldn't know it, but two police detectives were, this very moment, talking about him, even though they hadn't a clue to his real identity. He was their daily topic of conversation. Detective Sergeant Gabe Caber, and his partner, Detective Ron Mills, had been assigned the Martha Ann Styffe case from day one, almost two long months ago. And they were no closer to solving it now than they were then. There just weren't any clues, of any kind. And no witnesses, either. The man was very clever or very lucky. And, most possibly, both. The only bright news thus far, was that the mother, Ms. Stephanie Styffe, had only suffered a mild concussion, and she had made a full recovery. If Caber and Mills didn't have much to go on, they did have hope. Along with the arduous task of following up the more than one thousand leads that were generated from the Amber Alert and various media play. It was busy work of a sort, and so far none of the leads had panned out, but it gave them something seemingly positive to do . . . |