Chapter 21 - FUN AND GAMES
(Mg, oral, exhib, fondle, foot, inc, spank)
Mama is working at the library, so Bunny doesn't need to be home right away after school...
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I was still sore Monday morning. I couldn't bear the thought of my poor pussy sitting on my bicycle seat, so I decided to walk to school. The walk seemed to have helped. The big deal that day was that Mrs. Jones had another project for us which would be due that coming Friday. It wasn't a big project, but my partner would be Janie. Oh well, I didn't hate her anymore, I just didn't trust her. I'd been much happier with Mary Lou as my partner, but I told myself to just deal with Janie and do it rather than make a fuss about it.
Tuesday I felt much, much better. Knowing that tomorrow would be Mama's day at the library and not wanting to waste the opportunity, I asked Mary Lou if I could come over Wednesday after school. She told me no, because she was going over to Katie's after school to work on their project. Darn!
That afternoon, still miffed at Uncle Joe, I declined taking his leftovers to him for his supper that night, explaining to Mama that I needed to go to Janie's and work on our project. She was fine with that and called Uncle Joe to come get his food. Mama was also pleased that I was friends with Janie once again. I suppose that was true, but I she wasn't my BFF any longer.
The project went smoothly with Janie doing most of the work. That was fine by me, as I'm not very artistic and Janie is. By the time I went home for supper, the project was all but done. We agreed to get together Thursday after school and finish it up for the Friday deadline.
Wednesday came around. It really wasn't her day, as she worked every other Wednesday, but Mama was filling in at the library in for someone who was sick. Me, I was chagrined that I had the whole afternoon to do what I wanted, but nothing to do but go home.
I don't know why I didn't think of it earlier than just before the final bell, but just because Mary Lou wouldn't be home didn't mean that Pete wouldn't be home. All I had to do was rush out when the bell rang and intercept Pete. That was the plan, but stupid old Janie buttonholed me wanting me to come over to her house. She didn't know that my mama was working, but she knew Mama would probably let me. What could I tell her? That I wanted to go to Mary Lou's and suck her brother's dick? I don't think so. Anyway, I liked to have never got rid of her and by the time I was outside, Pete was long gone. So, I made my way to his house alone.
I knocked on the front door, but no one answered. I knocked again. No answer. I rang the door bell. No answer. Where could he be? I was about to say the heck with it and go to the park where I might hook up with some other friends when I heard the door lock rattling and the door opened. To my surprise it wasn't Pete, but his dad, and he was only half dressed in only a pair of jogging shorts.
"Oh, hi, Bunny!" he greeted cheerily.
"Is Mary Lou home?" I asked checking out his body. He keeps in shape and looks really good, like Uncle Joe, except different if you know what I mean.
"No, she was supposed to be going to, uh, Katie's I think. Something about working on a school project this afternoon."
"Oh, yes. I forgot," I told him disingenuously. "Is Pete home?"
"Pete? No, he's not, but he should be home soon. Probably stopped off at his cousin's. You want to come in and wait? I could call and see if he's over there."
"Oh, okay," I said and entered.
"Can I get you a Coke or something," he offered.
"Yes, please," I said and followed him into the kitchen. The jogging shorts he had on fit rather snuggly and showed off his flexing ass pretty good.
He pulled out a glass, filled it with ice and then pulled out a quart size bottle of Coke and poured it. Handing it to me he said, "I know good and well that you knew Mary Lou wasn't going to home. You were just looking for Pete, weren't you?"
So easily caught, I looked down at the floor embarrassed and Mr. Mack's bare feet.
"And I think know why you were looking for Pete," he added. "You wanted to mess around with him. Get naked with him and do what naked kids do. Am I not right?"
I didn't say anything and I didn't dare look up.
"Well, Pete's not going to be home for a while. Ken's mom is taking them up the road to a hobby shop in Bradston to buy a couple of remote controlled cars, so no use in calling."
He put a finger under my chin and lifted my face to him. "I know what you want, Bunny. Perhaps I could help you." He dropped his hand to the top button of my blouse and began unbuttoning it.
I thought, 'Oh, my gawd! He wants to...' I didn't tell him no, after all I had been wondering what it would be like to, you know...
Well, by the time my blouse and bra were on the kitchen floor my pussy certainly knew what it wanted. I kicked off my sandals and unzipped my skirt. A moment later I was pulling my panties off and bending down to take them off my feet, I knew what I wanted to do. I yanked his gym shorts off and Mr. Mack's hard cock sprang out to greet me. It was cut and so beautiful! Next thing I knew and I was on my knees with his cock sliding between my lips. It was wonderful!
At first he just rested his hands lightly on my head, but it wasn't long before his grip tightened and he began forcing the head of his dick to the back of my throat. I gagged. He did it again. I gagged again. He stopped and held my head so that just the head of his dick was in my mouth. My mouth was watering so much that my saliva dripped down my chin.
"When you suck a man, sweetheart, look up into his eyes," he told me. Looking up I nodded that I understood, after all I knew Uncle Joe liked for me to look up into his eyes when I was blowing him.
"Now relax, and when I push my cock into the back of your throat, just swallow."
He pulled my head into his crotch and drove his cock to the back of my throat. I gagged.
"Relax, Bunny and just swallow..."
He tried it again and this time my timing was right and his dick slid down my throat. Gawd, that felt so weird! Then I realized there was a problem. I couldn't breathe with his dick down my throat.
I guess Mr. Mack knew that too, for he pulled his dick from my esophagus and I caught a breath of fresh air before he pushed it back down my throat. This time I didn't gag. Over and over he did that, holding himself deep in my throat for a long moment before pulling out to let me breathe before stuffing it back down.
He pulled back and just slid his cock between my lips for a few minutes before I felt him pulse and felt and tasted his semen shooting into my mouth. Naturally I swallowed keeping pace with his ejaculation.
Spent, he pulled his glistening cock from my mouth. "You're a champion cock sucker, Bunny," he praised, "and I'm going to enjoy having you around."
I looked up all proud of myself that I had pleased him and replied, "Thanks."
He laughed saying, "No, thank you, sweetie."
He glanced up looking at the kitchen clock I suppose. He looked back down and asked, "What time do you have to be home?"
"Before Daddy gets home," I replied.
"What time is that?"
"Usually around six."
"Six? Hell, we have plenty of time."
"Time for what?" I asked. I know, under the circumstances it was a stupid question, but that's what said.
"What do you think?" he replied as he helped me stand. Then he picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and carried me naked to his bedroom where her flopped me down onto his bed like I was a sack of potatoes.
I rolled onto my back, eager to be fucked by Mary Lou's hunky daddy. He climbed into bed with me, grabbed me at the knees, spread me open and dove his head into my pussy. I was already hot to trot, but I soon discovered that he was really, really good with his tongue and his mouth. It hardly took him anytime to get me howling and writhing in euphoria with a rapture.
As I tried to catch my breath, I opened my eyes surprised to see him eyeball to eyeball with me. That was when I realized that he was slotted in me. No sooner had I realized that, he began slowly penetrating me, filling my pussy with his wonderful manhood. It felt so good and felt so right. Gawd, I love getting fucked! And fuck me he did. Soon I was back climbing that hill of penultimate pleasure and nothing mattered or existed in my world other than the mating of my pussy with his dick.
He pulled out and suddenly feeling empty I cried out, "No! No! Not yet!"
I don't know what he thought about that, as he was just repositioning so he could fuck me from behind. As he slid back into me I cried out, "Yes! Yes!" or something like that. Anyway, he fucked me and fucked me and fucked me some more. Fucked me until I was delirious with fuck lust.
After I don't know how long and after I don't know how many raptures, he spermed my cunt and rolled off, leaving me exhausted.
He sucked and kissed my titties for a while, then told me that I should get dressed and go home. I didn't want to go, that's for sure, but I knew I had to get home and get Daddy's supper ready before he got home.
Slowly I rose from Mr. Mack's bed. I looked down at him sprawled out totally nude. I know you're not supposed to say a guy is beautiful, but the total package laid out before me was beautiful. He smiled and told me, "Thanks, Bunny. You're a fun fuck."
Then he suggested that I shower off before I got dressed. I expected him to join me in the shower, but he didn't. That was a good thing I realized, as I was able to keep my hair from getting too wet. I don't know if Daddy would've noticed if my hair was wet, but no need to have him asking questions I didn't want to answer.
Mr. Mack was nice enough to give me a ride home. As I started to get out of his car he said, "Bunny, why don't you come over this weekend and spend the night? In fact you can spend the entire weekend."
I knew exactly what he had in mind. I looked at him and replied, "I'll have to ask my Mama. But seeing that it's Easter weekend, I kind of doubt if she'll let me."
"Won't hurt to ask, will it?"
"Okay, I'll ask," I replied with a grin. He smiled back at me and I went inside. I was home in plenty of time to get supper warmed up and the table set before Daddy arrived.
I was snapped out of my daydream about Mr. Mack when Daddy stomped in through the back door declaring, "I'm starved! What's for supper?"
Mama had made a nice meatball and ravioli casserole along with some garlic bread and everything was hot and ready when he walked in, just like he likes it. I added my touch to supper having fixed a simple salad of lettuce and not much else. Daddy dug in as soon as I sat and said grace.
He had eaten about half his plate without saying a word. Then he tells me, "I've been thinking about you all day."
"Really, Daddy? What about?"
"About you... About you taking your bath tonight," he said with a grin.
"Uh, I already took my bath, Daddy," I told him.
His grin faded. "How come?"
"Well, I was all hot and sticky when I got home from school," I lied. Well, it really wasn't a lie; I had been all hot and sticky...
"Hot and sticky, huh? Well, I guess you're all fresh and clean now." His grin returned. "So, how about if you show me how clean you are?"
"What are you saying, Daddy?"
"I think you know exactly what I'm saying. I want to see you... all of you."
"You mean right here? Right now?"
"Yeah, you don't mind getting naked for me, do you?"
"Can I finish my supper first?"
"You can finish your supper after you let me see you."
"Daddy..."
"Now, Bunny!"
Sheesh, he didn't have to get all grumpy about it! Not that I was upset or anything. If anything it was kind of thrilling and very naughty to strip right there at the supper table for Daddy. Once all my clothes were in a pile on the floor I turned so that he could see all of me. And as I modeled my nubile nude body for my daddy, his eyes were fixed on me while he continued eating.
"Can I finish my supper now?" I asked after my second slow revolution.
"Sure, but hurry up." What was his rush?
I had taken two bites and he stood up. "Here I'll get the dishes," he said.
'What has gotten into him?' I thought. Daddy never did the dishes. Well, he wasn't actually doing the dishes, he merely put his dirty dinnerware in the sink for me to get later. Then he picked up my plate.
"Hey! I'm not finished yet," I protested.
"Yes, you are," he said scooping up my knife, fork and water glass. "You don't want to get fat, do you?"
Indignant I said, "Fat! I'm not fat!"
"No, you're not," he laughed. "Far from it. But I don't want you getting fat. Now come on!"
"Come on where?"
"I need my bath," he said holding out his hand to me, "and I want to talk to you."
He led me into the master bath, and began filling the tub. Naked, I sat on the toilet and watched him take off his clothes. While the tub filled, he messed around checking the water temperature, giving me a good look at his bare butt. Let me tell you, working construction kept him in great shape! He climbed into the tub and turned off the water.
Looking most contented, he silently soaked and basked in the hot water for a minute or two.
"Uh, you wanted to talk, Daddy?" I asked.
"Sure, baby girl. Come over here." I stood up next to the tub.
"Put your foot up on the side of the tub," he told me.
I did and he stared up at my naked crotch, occasionally glancing up into my eyes, then looking at my pussy again. I exposed myself to him for what seemed like a long time.
"I'm no expert on the genitalia of young girls..."
"What's genitalia?" I asked interrupting.
"Your pussy," he replied. "Now, as I was saying, I'm no expert on the pussies of young girls, but I've seen a virgin pussy or two in my time and you my dear, do not have a virgin pussy."
I put my foot down and he told me to put right back where he could clearly see my pussy. Suddenly I found it embarrassing to be exposing myself like that.
"You've been having sex," he said next and directly to the point.
"How can you tell?" I asked rather stupidly.
"Then you admit that you are having sex," he stated. It wasn't a question.
"You like fucking boys? You don't have to answer that because I know the answer. And the answer is, you've tasted the fruit and you love the taste. Yeah, you like fucking boys."
"How can you tell?" I asked again all but admitting it.
"Your inner labia... that's your inner pussy lips, darling. They are stretched and distended. Stretched by some guy's cock. A big fucker too I'd say. You're not fucking some pencil dicked kid, but some well hung stud. High school jock? You don't have to name names. In fact I'd rather not know his name, so I'm not tempted to go out and shoot the son of a bitch. Besides, sex is as natural as walking, talking or breathing, and once you start, there's no stopping it.
"Now, I don't care if you're fucking boys," he went on washing his arm pits. "From the moment you were born, I realized that sooner or later you were going to start screwing. There's no stopping it. That said, I do think you're a bit young to have started fucking, but that's life. Main thing now is that you don't get knocked up. You're way too young to be a mommy.
"So, when your mama gets home tonight," he continued, "you're going to let her know that you've started having sex. She'll know what to do."
"Do I have to?" I asked knowing that Mama would have cow.
"Yes, you do. If you don't, I'll blister your behind so hard you won't be able to sit the next day. Then I'll blister your butt every day until you do tell her. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," I whispered.
He grinned up at me and quipped, "Of course it would be fun spanking that fine ass of yours one more time, but that's totally up to you."
"But Mama will be so mad..."
"Your mama loves you, honey. She isn't going to do anything to hurt you. You know that. She might yell at you, but she'll get over it right quick and do what has to be done.
"Now, come get in the tub with me. The water's fine."
I stepped into the tub unsure how he wanted me, in his lap or facing him. He wanted me facing him so that he could look at my tits. So I sat between his feet facing him. That meant that my feet had to go... Daddy grinned when my foot touched his cock and balls, but there was no other place to put them.
I wiggled my toes and giggled. He didn't seem to mind, so I wiggled them again. He winked at me and taking my feet in his hands, pressed them against his hard cock and sort of moved them around. He let go and I continued to play with his big old dick and balls with my feet. He lifted his foot and rubbed it on my tit. We played like that, using just our feet, watching each other's expression and not saying a thing until the water grew cold.
Out of the tub and drying off, we heard the house phone ringing. Then the answering machine came on in the bedroom and we heard Mama say that she was on her way home. She was coming home early! Naturally that ended fun and games with Daddy. I darted to the kitchen where my clothes were, dressed and quickly took care of the dishes. When she came in everything was in order, just like she likes it.
Mama ate and I cleaned up for her. Afterward Mama wanted to know how our day was. Daddy made some complaint about some "bonehead" on his construction crew. Me, I had a most wonderful Wednesday, but I couldn't tell Mama about any of it, except the boring stuff about school.
Dad announced that he was going to borrow something from Uncle Blake and said he'd be back in awhile. Before he left, he cornered me and whispered, "Tell her," and then he left.
I was scared to death to tell Mama, but knowing what Daddy would do to me if I didn't, I told her. Not the details, just the basics; that I had sex with a boy. To my surprise she didn't have a fit and took it very calmly, telling me that she would get me on birth control as soon as I had my first period. She also told me that in the mean time that I needed to protect myself, that I should always use a condom.
"Condom? What's a condom?" I asked.
She told me and then she went into her bedroom and brought out several unopened packets. She took one out and demonstrated rolling it over a banana. Then she gave me the other two and told me to always keep them handy because boys were notoriously forgetful. She kissed me and told me that she loved me. Then she told me that she would have to tell my father and for me to go to bed.
Half an hour later I'm upstairs, in bed studying (I really was) and Daddy came in and closed the door behind him.
"I just spoke to your mother," he said. "She informs me that you've been a naughty little girl." With a huge grin he held up the bottle of lotion.
"Daddy, no! You said, Daddy!"
Crossing the room to my bed in two long strides he said, "Well, your mama expects me to punish you for being a little trollop."
I thought, 'I'll have to ask Uncle Joe what a trollop is,' then I remembered I wasn't speaking to him.
He sat on the bed. "You know the drill."
"Daddy, please..."
"Get your bare ass over my lap," he growled menacingly.
This was just so unfair! But what choice did I have? I just had a night shirt on and pulled it up as I lay over his lap.
"No, panties?" he asked.
"I'm more comfortable at night this way, "I explained.
"I understand," he said. "It's important to be comfortable at night."
Then he pushed the night shirt over my head to render me completely nude. "You'll be more comfortable being totally nude at night when you sleep," he explained.
I felt his big hand on my bare ass. The hand began to move in lazy circles across my buttocks. I knew that any minute he'd raise that hand and...
The hand left my butt. I braced myself...
Pop!
I was tempted to say, "That didn't hurt," but thought better of it.
Pop!
This one was a little harder, but not too hard.
"You should see the nice handprint on your ass," he said clearly enjoying himself.
Pop!
Pop!
The hand rested once again on my butt and then he squirted some lotion on it and began gently massaging it in. 'It's over?' I thought.
"That didn't hurt at all," I foolishly said out loud.
"Is that so?"
POW!!
"Owww!"
POW!!
"Owwww! That hurt, Daddy!"
"It's supposed to hurt," he said, "otherwise I'd be molesting you."
The hand returned along with more lotion, only he was wasn't just feeling up my ass cheeks, but pressing his slippery hand down into my cleft. I didn't say anything and just let him do it.
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