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 Mark's Fate

   by Citizen

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I am a law-abiding citizen, and do not condone performing illegal sex acts
of any kind.  However, imagining illegal sex acts of any kind is fine by
me. Feedback is welcome.  ( c i t i z e n - p [at] h o t m a i l [dot] c o
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   Chapter 2 of ?: Little Stephie Gets a Mouthful

   That night, I was wide awake, laying in the hide-a-bed, sporting a
hard-on, when Steph came in.  Even in the dim light of the desk lamp, she
was a vision to behold.  Her long brown hair was braided in a juvenile
fashion on either side of her head.  Her nightgown was thin, white, and
translucent, teasing me with hidden treasures just beyond vison.  Only her
hard nipples were clearly visible through the fabric, dark spots seeming to
poke through the front of her gown and point to the ceiling.

   She didn't say anything.  She just smiled at me as I lay there gawking,
and went right to work.  God, she had a talent.  She hungrily gobbled up my
cock and had me spurting like a madman in minutes.  And not a drop of cum
escaped her lips.

   "God, how did you learn to suck a cock like that?" I asked her
rhetorically as conciousness began to melt away.

   "Years of practice," she said.

   Okay, that piqued my interest.  My mind was instantly playing out scenes
of all her "practice" sessions.  "Years?  I asked.  "How many years?"

   "Let's see, I guess about eleven."

   "But, that means you were like 5 when you started!"

   "Well, four when I started practicing.  The first time Dad let me do it
was on my 5th birthday."

   "Dad?  Your dad molested you?"

   "Molested me?  Like you just did?  No, I wanted to do it."

   I was incredulous, but the thought of 5-year-old Stephanie sucking on
her daddy's cock brought back a flood of images I had seen on the internet
over the last few years.  It turned me on.  I wanted to know more.  "Come
on, how the hell does a four year old get it in her head that she wants to
suck her daddy's cock?"

   "Ha ha, I can see Uncle Mark Junior is eager to hear the whole story,"
she laughed, pulling on my dick.  "Let me start at the beginning."

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   It was about six months earlier when I walked in on Dad and the
babysitter.  I guess she was about my age now, 15 or so.  It was late at
night and I was supposed to be in bed, but I went downstairs--I don't even
remember why.  Heather had her shirt off and Daddy's pants were down around
his ankles.  He was leaning against the back of the couch and she was on
her knees, totally giving him head.  At first I didn't understand what I
was seeing, but I remember he started moaning.  (I didn't know at the time
that he was cumming.) She pulled his cock out of her mouth (That's when I
recognized that it was his "private") and then she started to jack him off
on her tits.

   It was right then that he saw me watching.  I remember it clear as day.
His eyes went wide and he yelled, "Stephie!" as he pushed her away and
tried to cover himself.  I knew I was in big trouble and ran to my room.

   Dad came in a few minutes later.  I was scared.  He must have known it,
because he put his hand on my head softly and stroked my hair.  It was a
while before he spoke.  "Stephie, honey," he said.  "It's okay.  I just
need to talk to you about what you saw."

   I could tell by his voice that I wasn't going to be in trouble.  With
the fear gone, all that was left in my mind was confusion.  "Do you love
Heather?" I asked him.

   "No, sweety.  Heather and I were just playing a game," he said.

   "You guys were doing sex," I said.  I knew that sex was touching other
peoples private parts.  "Mommy said that's just for big people who love
each other.

   "Oh honey," he said.  "Heather and I were just doing that because it
feels good.  It doesn't mean I love her.  Hell, she's just a kid."

   I told him, "But daddy, kids aren't s'pose to do that stuff."

   He told me I was right that kids aren't supposed to do that stuff.  "So
it's a secret," he said, "Grown-ups and kids aren't supposed to have sex
together, and people that do get in big big trouble.  If anybody found out,
even Mom, Daddy would definitely get in big trouble and get arrested and go
to jail for a long time, like until you're grown up, and I might never see
you again."

   "I won't tell anybody Daddy," I assured him.  "Can I do it since kids
can do it?"

   "You're too little," he said, "but when you get bigger you'll be able to
do it all you want."

   And that was that.  He got head from Heather every single time she
babysat.  I know because after that I spied on them most times.  I'd stay
up and hide in the closet, and look throught the slats.  Mom and Dad would
come home late and mom would go straight to bed.

   Sometimes Heather would get up right away and take off her shirt and
start undoing his pants.  Other times, when she was watching a TV show she
liked, she wasn't quick enough for him and he'd be like, "Time to earn your
money, you little whore." She'd get on her knees and pull his pants all the
way down, and his hard dick would just spring up and she'd grab it and look
up at him and always say the same thing.  "Oh Daddy!  What a nice cock! 
Can I see what it tastes like?" He'd nod and she'd start sucking.  While
she was doing it, he'd be like, "Oh yeah, suck it for daddy." and "Oh
that's a good little slut." ...until he started to cum.  He never came in
her mouth.  She always took it out and jacked him off on her tits.  Then
she'd put her shirt on--she didn't even clean up--and he'd give her two
twenties and she'd be like "Thanks Mr.  M." and leave.

   He'd pull up his pants and walk up the stairs, and I'd wait a few
minutes and then go to bed.

   On my fifth birthday, that night, I went down to the living room after
my mom had gone to bed.  I remember my dad was lying on the couch, watching
the Tonight Show.  He asked me, "What are you doing up, birthday girl?

   I said, "I'm bigger now cuz I'm five, so can I play that game with you
like you play with Heather?"

   He was a little surprised at the question, because his eyebrows raised
up, but he didn't seem upset.  He just looked at me for a while, not saying
anything, while I gave him the saddest beggingest puppy dog look I could
muster.  Finally, he said, "You are a big girl.  You kept that a secret for
a long time."

   "Yeah, I'll never tell anybody."

   "Daddies and daughters aren't supposed to do that, you know."

   "But you aren't supposed to do it with Heather and you let her do it
every time."

   "So you've been keeping tabs on me, huh?" He laughed, "I don't let her
do it; I pay her to do it.  She's a fucking whore."

   I had no idea, at that point, what that meant.  I just said, "I'd do it
for free."

   "You can't tell anybody..."

   I could tell that he was going to let me do it, and I was getting
excited.  "I know, daddy, I won't tell anybody, not even my bestest
friend."

   "All right then." He stood up and unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his
pants.  Then he dropped his pants down to his ankles.  His cock was
sticking straight at my face.  It seemed so much bigger up close.  I was
enthralled by it.  "Grab it with your hand," he told me.

   I grabbed it.  My hand didn't quite reach all the way around it.  I was
so amazed at how it felt.  It was a dream come true.

   "Put it in your mouth.  Don't bite it.  Just suck on it like a
popsicle."

   I did what he said, and tried to immitate what I'd seen Heather doing so
many times, stroking it with my hands while I sucked it in and out of my
mouth.  I didn't get on my knees like Heather, because I would have been
down too low.  I just had to tilt my head down a bit and Daddy's thing was
right there.I couldn't get much in my mouth, but I thought I was doing okay
because Daddy started making the same kinds of sounds like he made when
Heather was doing it.

   "Oh yeah that's it honey.  Keep doing that."

   I could tell he liked it.  He was holding onto my head on either side,
guiding my mouth over his dick.  I was looking up at him and he was

   "Honey, in a minute Daddy's going to cum.  Do you know what that means.

   I shook my head slightly.  I wasn't about to stop.

   "Some creamy white stuff is going to shoot out of the end of my cock, er
uh, my penis.  Do you remember seeing that?"

   I nodded.

   "When it does, Daddy wants you to keep sucking, and swallow all of it,
okay?"

   I nodded again.  This wasn't like what Heather did, but if Daddy wanted
me to, it was okay with me.

   "Oh God, here it comes baby!  Suck it!"

   Suddenly his thing started pulsing and flexing, and the stuff started
shooting out of it.  I tried to swallow it and force my lips to stay sealed
around his pole, but it shot in the back of my throat and I started to
choke.  I coughed and sputtered and lost most of the stuff, but I managed
to keep moving Daddy's penis in and out of my mouth while stroking it with
my hand.

   Finally, Daddy said, "You can stop now Stephie."

   "I'm sorry I didn't swallow it all, Daddy.  I tried, but I just
couldn't."

   "It's okay, sweetheart.  You did SO GOOD for your first time.  You made
Daddy feel so wonderful!"

   "When can I do it again?"

   "Any time you want, as long as nobody will catch us."

   "Can I do it again right now."

   "Daddy's a little spent right now, but maybe in about 10 minutes...."

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   "I see you liked my story," Steph laughed, pulling on my hard dick.

   "Uh, yeah, slightly." I said as Steph closed her lips around my organ
for the third time in less than 24 hours.  Thank you bro, I thought as I
sunk down into my pillow in complete extacy.