CHAPTER TWO
It'll Be A Wednesday
This story and its subsequent follow-ons are a work of pure fiction. This is merely a story and should be treated as such.
The lollipop. I'd be lying if I said it was the best tasting thing down there. Jenna spread her legs as I rolled myself beneath her doll like figure. So petite she barely weighed a thing even when she pushed her full weight onto my face.
While my main focus was her tight puckered sphincter, I couldn't well eat her out without a short stop at those plump and juicy pussy lips. She was wet, wetter than wet. If I was in a drought I could survive alone on her pussy. Yes, that wet. Dripping, overflowing with pleasure. It was to close to ignore, I had too. I mean come on, I had to.
I licked across her slit burying my nose and face between her peachy cheeks taking in every sense I could possibly. From the sweet taste of her nectar dripping in a continuously flowing stream onto my waiting tongue, to the raw and powerful scent of sex seeping from her every pore. She was rife with it, overflowing with it. Even her touch, the feeling of her soft cheeks pressed to mine. The way her folds cradled me, welcomed me. Even my ears rang with praises seeping from her mouth with her barely able to control her speech.
"Ohhhh… ohhh Mister D… aghhh."
I plied her cheeks from my lips just enough to speak. "Call me Daddy."
"Yes… ah. Yesss Daddy." She struggled through… wait was this the third or forth orgasm to count. I don't know. But what I do was this girl was sex incarnate. Her tight young body, and damn did she know how to move it. Like a snake she undulated up and down along the centre of my face paving a trail with her sex.
"Yes… oh Mister.. I mean… Daddy…"
She was raw sexual talent and I was nothing but a mould for her whim. I knew as well as she who truly was in charge here.
I moved my attention to her little puckered rosebud where I spied only about a centimetre of the white stick still poking out. I clutched it with my teeth pulling on the stick and hearing the change in her tone. "Ohhh shit." Her voice dropped a beat as I tugged a little firmer. "Fuck." Her panting growing mre wild with each brush stroke.
I let go of the stick watching up close and personal as her sphincter swallowed the candy back inside with a satisfying slurp. I licked around her rim tasting the now watermelon flavour left ringed round her anus. "Oh Daddy… do it… do it again." She urged me.
I plucked the short stick again not a moment too soon as it almost sunk into her bowels lost forever. Clutched between my teeth I simulated anal sex for her rocking my head back and forth using the lollipop as an apparatus for her pleasure.
She seemed to be enjoying it, though it was impossible to truly know with only the few verbal appraisals making there way to my ears past her ass cheeks acting like earmuffs. The only real telling sign was as she sank herself deeper into my short thrusts. Oh and the pool of her juice settled between my pecks. There was that too.
I pressed her further bringing the small candy ball to the edge of her anus only to let it slip back in o my trail of spittle. Everytime she winked at me all I could imagine was her bent over taking with me taking her from behind.
"Do it. Do it Daddy."
Wait, what? Had she just read my mind.
"Yes.. oh shit… just do it. Take it out and fuck me already."
Wow was I truly that transparent. Guess so. Do I be gentle here? Nah. I grasped that little lolly and freed it from the prison of her asshole with a single merciless rip like tearing off a bandaid. "Fuck you," She yelled, although she clearly enjoyed my roughness.
I tossed aside the lolly where it landed in my thick white load from earlier. Still a puddle with the drips on the walls starting to drip down further.
I pushed her off my face showing little care. "Get off."
"Kiss me." She was almost begging.
1.
"What, you wanna taste your ass you dirty girl."
"Yes." She replied not even waiting for me to finish my sentence.
So we played a quick game of tonsil hockey. You turn down that face. Maybe your stronger than I, but I definitely am not. I gave the little minx what she wanted and damn did she want it. I moved not an inch before she pounced on me her lips poised and ready. She pinned my arms with a surprising amount of strength for a girl of her stature. "Gimme gimme gimme." She pushed till I produced my tongue. She glued herself to me suckling on the tip like… well like it was my cock. She was thorough too. Licking up both sides with agonising slowness. "Mmmmmm. I can tell why you like that so much. I taste good."
"Yeah. You want some more."
"Yes. Yes Daddy."
"Good. I was hoping you said that."
I grabbed her by the root of her hair and dragged her across to the puddle of semen where her candy sat central like an oasis. "Stick it in your mouth. Or I will." I growled tugging her hair in my fist.
"Then do it. Make me." She licked her lips. "Bet you won't."
Now I don't know about you, but when I'm bet anything, it is like a personal affront to my masculinity. Even if I couldn't, the bet was made and it made me angry.
I tugged on her hair till her body was arched and head tilted back enough for me to see those soul stealing eyes. "Are you testing my resolve little girl?"
"More than testing. Maybe I should go find a Daddy who can fuck me right."
I pressed her face to the floor using it as a mop to clear away my drying baby juice from the filthy floor boards. She held her steel. "Is… is that all you've got…" She spluttered.
I pressed harder scrubbing the floor with her face. "You wanna act like a dirty girl; fine. I'll show you how dirty I can be." I dropped her hair letting her face hit the floor. "Clean it." She licked it up with the appropriate accompanying slurping sounds.
I grabbed her tiny skirt between my big manly hands and tugged. Damn thing was strong. "Thought you were strong Daddy." She teased me.
It worked with a surging pain rolling through my muscles I pulled feeling the material straining under the pressure. "You want some help there big man."
The little… calm down Danny. What the hell was happening to me.
"If you're talking means you ain't cleaning." I roared back only invigorating her sarcasm.
"Oh does Daddy need a break for his old muscles."
That was it. I bit the fabric with the teeth looking somewhat akin to a frothing at the mouth Cujo. I felt the tear. Ripping it the rest f the way with my teeth and hands in conjunction I felt sense of relief. Good. I took it balled up and smeared it through the remaining mess seeing she had barely touched her so generously given feast. It pissed me off. Again I had no idea where any of this was coming from. I am not like this… ever. There was something inside me changing and I wasn't sure I liked it.
I took the wadded up remains of her skirt and forced it into her mouth. "There. Should shut you up for a while."
I reached around back and gave her an almighty spank across her right cheek so forceful in fact she was rushed forward with a pained expression on her face. "You like that. Yeah you do you dirty girl." I spanked her again, harder still than the first. I saw the grimace on her wee face but I couldn't stop myself.
I pressed on, moving round back where her winking anus was waiting for me. I groped her hips bring them backing up to me. My meaty penis was eager for entry when I felt the warm touch of her flesh. Her sphincter parted for me, freely lubed by my tongue only moments earlier.
Spittle rained down from the leaking entrance as I felt a build of pressure upon entry. The tip of my penis felt like a lead weight being squeezed through a needled eye. Still I pushed on feeling no reluctance from her. I eased off a bit letting her take a breath before I tried again. Slowly I feed it back in this time breaking the seal. I felt her body somewhat relax with the entrance.
I eased in letting her take the lead in its depths. She moved back slowly till her hips met mine Flesh upon flesh. I reached over to remove her gag letting her breath through her mouth.
"You.. you asshole." She managed.
I brushed her hair softly as I began t swing my hips slowly with hers. "Yes… oh yes." She wasn't going to resist me. I felt the sourness in her tone melt away more with each soft thrust.
"More… more." She pleaded.
Listening to her wants I pursed my hands tightly clasped around her thighs and dragged her back into my lap. My cock sinking deeper than before, plunging the depths of her bowels.
2.
"Ohhhh. Aghhh." She winced.
"That's it. That's my girl. Ride that dick babygirl."
"Yes… Yes Daddy." She replied through pained sighs.
She moved backwards into me letting her hips do the talking. "Daddy… oh Daddy…" She moaned.
"Jenna… oh… shit…" Her sphincter was doing a number on my head winking and pulsing around my meat I was gonna lose it very soon if I didn't control myself.
"Don't.. Don't you dare stop." She urged. The feeling of her resolve now gripping even tighter to my cock. "Don't you fucking dare. Ride my little ass Daddy. Fucking leak inside me. Let me drip your cum out and make me drink it. Do it Daddy. You promised to make me your dirty girl. Don't be a fucking pussy."
I hated that term. "Yeah. That's what you want. Is it?"
3.
"Yes. Yes Daddy." She begged.
It wasn't the worst of request for sure yet a part of me still felt bad. I had done something similar with Rachel after all. Perhaps it was her petite frame or something. Just, there was something off with this whole scenario.
"Are… you… ready?" I managed.
"Ye… yes… yes I am."
I needn't have asked seeing the pain raw on her face for all to see. Pressing my body to hers I felt the twinge of precum lapping inside her bowels leaked from the tip of my penis. It was about to be met by a torrent.
"Talk dirty to me baby." I pleaded wanting to her that sexy darling voice pushing me on.
"Fuck my tight little asshole Daddy. Fuck me like the dirty girl I am."
"Yes baby. More. More."
"You're… your so big Mister D. So big in my little ass. You're gonna break me in half with that massive cock."
"Yes. Oh fuck yes. I'm almost there baby."
"Stick your baby seed inside me Daddy. Make me your tight little cum dumpster."
That was it. That was exactly what I needed to hear to bring out my flow. The unleash of my flood gates opened and burst forth from my penis tip inserting itself all along the inside if her anal tract. It washed her crack in my thick white semen and filled every last empty space inside her forcing y cock from its newfound home. He drooped upon exit turning limp.
"Come… come here."
I grabbed her shoulders. "Taste. Taste your dirty ass off of my cock."
She gobbled me down with a satisfied look on her face. I lay back on my forearms enjoying being nce more sheathed in her throat.
She let me drop from her lips. "My turn." She said happily with her hands out like begging puppy. "Oh… of course." I said struggling to get my reserves up going.
4.
She hit me with a very familiar pout. Even the words leaving her lips sounded as though they came from my Rachel's mouth. "You promised."
"I'm getting there. Hold on. Geez." Even her levels of impatiens were very Rachel-esque.
I placed my hands beneath her as she squatted over them. A small squeeze and she released my load now a strange yellow shade rather than its usual white.
Cupping my hands I carefully raised it up to meet her lips. She dove right in, her face buried in my palms sucking and slurping then longer fresh load of cum from my hands. She swallowed it down gulping to show me her satisfaction.
"Ahhhhhhh." She poked out her tongue. "That's it. That's Daddy's good girl."
I brushed aside a string of hair stuck to her face by some of my escaped semen. "Think you missed a spot baby." I joked letting her sip it up. She licked each of my fingers, sucking each down to the knuckle. "My good good girl." I combed her hair with my fingers running the longer strands down her back as she cuddled into me. I hadn't even noticed she had picked up her lollipop again and started to suck.
I looked at her trying to picture the young girl who lived nextdoor. Trying to get a glimpse of that kind sweet girl I once knew, the girl who befriended my son when no one else would. It was like searching through the fog with a kaleidoscope. There were small glimpses still apparent, but most was lost in the void. To look at her there was a sadness, a longing to belong.
I was calming down from my odd abundance of anger and starting to see the truth. Jenna huddled tighterer into my arms tucking my shoulder over her chest and covering her up. "Bet you want that jacket now." I joked.
"Yes please." She said, not an inch of sarcasm in her response. I tucked it round us both. The night air had really settled in and brought with it a blustery chill.
She squeezed in closer really nesting herself against my breast. "Am I making your heart race Mister D?"
"Jenna, I think its past time you call me Danny." I said calmly brushing her hair.
"Ohhh… I kinda liked calling you Daddy." She nudged me playfully.
We were here. I may as well pry a little. "Hey Jenna, I thought you only liked girls, yet before… well. Doesn't seem like it was your first time… you know?" I played it gentle so as not to offend, she did after all seem a little jittery at the best of times.
"Hhhhhhh." She let out a long sigh like a car tyre deflating. Her own expression one of deflation. "Its's not always that simple Mister D." She was as flat as a pancake. Hmmm. "Hey, look I have a job to do right now, but… when the nights over, how bout I shout you some pancakes? Sure we can find a waffle house or something round here."
A smile returned to her face reminding me just how much she'd grown up and how undeniably beautiful she was. "Are you asking me on a date, Mister D?" She quipped.
"A hot meal. God knows you look like you could do with one." I teased her tickling her thin waist line.
"Mister D stop it." She winced finding my ribs and returning the favour. "See… not so funny on the other hand is it." She mused pushing me away only to pull my arm back over her.
"Look, not because I don't trust to leave you alone back here or anything…" I stood offering her my hand, "How about you come watch the rest of the show backstage with me, and then we'll see about those pancakes."
A light sparkled in her eyes. "Are you serious? Backstage. Can I meet her? Can I shake her hand? What about…" The questions flew fast and furious with this one. But it was nice to see the little Jenna I remembered.
"Hey hey hey. Calm down. We'll see about all of that afterwards okay. For now just, come with me you little troublemaker."
I took her hand helping her up and then remembered about the… yup there it was. Her torn and balled up skirt. "You can't go in looking like that." I took off my jacket and lashed it round her waist wit my belt.
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How the heck did she look better in it than I did. Show off.
"Come on, come with me. But please, you have to be quiet. Please."
She nodded her head furiously, clearly excited at the prospect of meeting Olivia. I get it. I do.
I called over the radio. "G1, I repeat this is G1 reporting in."
My young ward William responded. "G10 over. Where the hell have you been?"
"I… uh…" I looked at Jenna who just shied away behind my jacket cuffs which were clearly about ten sizes to big for her despite filling them out with remarkable ease. "Ran in to some trouble." I replied giving her a cheeky scowl.
She moved in whispering to me. "You did a little more than run into me."
"Shhhh." I urged giving her an involuntary smile but being around her for any amount of time would do that.
"Sorry G1. You sound like you cut out for a minute there."
"Ah. Nope, G1 reporting. West wing is secure. Headed for backstage."
"G10 copies. Sending G's 7 and 8 to relieve."
"G1 over and out." I signed off turning my RT off and placing it back in my pocket. Jenna's bold eyes held me. "What is it? Is there something on my face?"
"Yeah." She replied, moving forward and tippy toeing to reach my cheek. "What, what is it?"
She leaned forward looking serious. Her fingers with the lightest brush just delicately caress my cheek. "Jenna seriously what the heck is it?"
She reached up as i craned my neck down to help. I should of seen it honestly. So much for bloody preceptive. She took my craned neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Her lips parting mine. Her lips were tender yet her kiss firm. Planted and calm she pressed her lips to me. Taken by surprise my eyes remained open only closing with hers as we both leaned further and into each other. The kiss only ending with the sound of applause roaring through the halls. She put her hand to her mouth wiping her lips and hiding a grin. It was a good kiss, I'll be the first to admit that.
"Guess we're close."
"Guess we are." She replied. The heaviness of the moment weighing on both of us. I could feel it and by the panting of her chest so could she.
"We… we should probably get going right?"
"Probably." She replied.
It was then raising my hand I found hers already intertwined.
"Has anyone ever said you look super fucking sexy in that uniform Mister D."
"Once or twice." I admitted.
"And, anyone ever told you how sexy that smile of yours is Jenna?"
"Once or twice." She played it cool.
"Can you… you know. Say some more security terms for me Mister D. It was really hot when you were on your radio before."
I shook my head. "Really."
She nodded clasping a little pendant between her lips and biting down.
I had to. Come on. I'm only a man and she is… just friken wow. I moved closer to her still clasping her fingers between mine. "This is G1. Responding to a misdemeanour in sector 2. Requesting backup."
I stepped closer, now a breaths whisper from her.
"You want backup. Am I that much of a handful."
"You have no idea." I mused.
We were both pressing the moment to its fullest. My feet along with hers standing at the edge of the void. I clutched her hand unsure whether to take the dive or not.
"Mister D. It's okay. You can kiss me… if you want too."
The final words of encouragement leading me to take the leap. Hand in hand we dove in, head first without care.
My hands wrapped round her thin waist and pulled her to me with her legs climbing my frame and latching onto me. She parted my hair. Her touch was smooth as butter just brushing over my skin. "You really are hot Mister D."
I looked around darting my eyes back and forth. No one. I rushed through the halls finding my way much easier now I wasn't chasing a hoped up horny teen… instead now she was clung to me like a little sloth baby. Cute little thing she was.
I knew my way once we got closer. Seeing the door to Olivia's changing room I peeked my head in to make sure Darius was gone. "It's all clear." I said throwing the doors wide open with her throwing her arms round my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.
"To hard to resist?" I teased.
"Ah. Please." She winked at me.
I searched the room which let me say with a horny teen lat\ched onto me like some baby koala made it pretty difficult. I was looking for anything I could make a bed out of settling on a pile of clothes laying about the floor.
I set her down much to her disapproval and quickly piled together the loose garments into a makeshift bed of sorts. I tested it by laying down not expecting Jenna to launch herself at me unexpectedly. I caught her in my hands with her little grin growing. "Mmmm guess I'm a catch."
I rolled over taking the dominant position but showing care to be gentle with her. I placed her down like a precious jewel.
I cut her off before she had time to speak removing my shirt above my head and unbuttoning it. She watched on with excitement dropping her guard further and even more amazingly her sarcastic taunts. "I'm… I'm sorry about earlier."
"I… i wanted to say the same. That… it wasn't me. Back there in the corridors…"
"I know. I've… kinda 'seen' how you are with that Rachel girl. She's sweet."
"And a little sour at times too." I chuckled.
I slunk down on her, my body as well as my eyes realising. "The moments… kinda gone huh?"
She nodded. "Oops. Maybe bringing up your girlfriend right before we had sex was a bad idea. Huh? Oh um… about that…"
I knew where she was headed. "Don't… don't worry. We have… an agreement."
"An agreement huh. Heard that one before." She brushed a small bump on her forearm as her eyes drew focus off in the distance.
"Is… everything alright?" The dumbest question perhaps in the history of mankind. Of course it wasn't. Look at her you fool.
"It's…" She looked up at me. I moved off of her and took my place on the pile beside her. "Would you believe me if I said it was nothing?"
I shook my head, "Not a chance."
"God you're annoying." She mused yet unable to hide that killer smile. "Has anyone ever told you how annoying you are."
"Ahhh let me count. My son, my girlfriend, my boss, my best friend, my brother, my sister, my father, my ex-wife…"
"Mister D…" She said with the most adorable grin taking hold of her porcelain cheeks.
"You know, although my ex-wife had a few extra words added in between."
"Mister D…" She fought back.
A turning of the door knob stirred us both, my first reaction was to cover my new 'friend' and show her some modesty.
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Standing in the doorway, Olivia had her hand on he frame. Did I even need to mention the outfit. Mmmm. High School cheerleader. Yum. Danny. I shook myself free of it. Sheez. I did like that look though and damn did Olivia pull it off… Mmmm maybe she could pull it off… DANNY! God damn it get ahold of yourself.
"Oh Danny. It'll be a Wednesday alright." She had a slight grin on her face. "So, whose you're new 'friend'?
TO BE CONTINUED…