LIPSTICK4EVAH: No Daddy! What are you talking about? I don’t get this at all. I have a cup, or a straw, but I have no idea what you’re getting at.
Of course not. The girl was a virgin, she’s never had to douche before. So my fingers flew again, eyes fixed to the screen like I could see right through the monitor.
DONNY: Alright baby, then we’re gonna do this a different way. Go into your bathroom. Do you have a tub or shower?
I could almost hear her footsteps as she moved through the apartment.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: I have a combination tub/shower, it’s a tub that you stand in while taking a shower.
Hmm, this could work. Often the combo types have all sorts of options. I prayed, barely breathing.
DONNY: Honey, take a look and tell me. Do you have a fixed nozzle, or is it the kind you can pull down?
LIPSTICK4EVAH: The kind you can pull down. It has a long, windy neck, like a silver snake.
I sat back, relieved. This was gonna work after all. Thank god.
DONNY: Alright baby, just go with Daddy. Trust me on this. Get naked honey, take off all your clothes because you’re gonna take a shower.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Daddy, how am I gonna shower with you on the phone?
DONNY: Put your phone on the ledge sweetheart and just watch as I type. You don’t have to reply.
Silence. Oh god, she was getting naked. The eighteen year old virgin was shedding her clothes, all that delicious, bouncy flesh out, boobs uncapped, pussy running wet.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Okay Daddy, I’m in the shower.
DONNY: Good. Now turn on the water, nice and hot as always, but before you start washing everything, I want you to wash a special place first.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: ???
DONNY: Little girl, I want you to wash your twat especially well tonight. Not just a quick pass, or a small spray. I need you to squat and spread your knees, making sure your hole is open. And then I need you to point that shower head straight up your cunt and flush all of Daddy’s sperm out. Got it? It’s the only way to make sure you don’t get pregnant.
Of course, it was probably too little too late. If even one tiny swimmer went up into her slit, that fertile, lush body would eat it up, the nubile teen girl would be pregnant for sure. But still, this was better than nothing, and I didn’t want her to live with the unintended consequences of my massive explosion earlier tonight.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Daddy, it’s slippery.
DONNY: I know baby, the tub is really slippery, be careful. Grab onto the wall handle if you need to, it’s not just for old people.
A pause.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: No Daddy, it’s not the tub. My pussy’s slippery from your cum. So much has dripped now that my folds are all wet and sticky.
My dick jerked again, unable to take the strain. Was I really doing this? Was I really virtually directing a girl through a sensuous, hot douche, telling her to stick a shower head up her twat to flush my sperm out? It was so fucking wrong, so fucking nasty and twisted, but at the same time, holy fuck, it was a turn on. Rachel was telling me my sperm had smeared all over that hot twat, caked on her folds, probably coating her nub, and I couldn’t resist then. Besides, what was the harm?
DONNY: Baby, if you’re wet, then make this good for yourself. See that big silver hose? Point it straight at your twat honey, flush yourself out good. But have some fun too, aim it at your clit, let it pulse against your insides, make yourself come.
There was no answer for quite a while.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Oh god, Daddy, I did as you said.
DONNY: Was it good baby? Did baby have a good shower?
LIPSTICK4EVAH: It was amazing! I came again just thinking of your fingers on me, and my pussy shuddered and twitched, imagining you inside. Can you make it real Daddy? Please? I think I got everything out, but I just want more in me. Is that wrong? Can we meet again?
I groaned loudly, thick cock out and pulsing now. It stuck out between my laptop and pelvis, ten inches straight and dripping from the tip, slickly wet from all the pre-cum. And against my better instincts, I caved. How could I not? The girl was a vixen, a virginal, sensuous vixen, and I was only a man. An alpha yes, but one who adored women, and I had to feel that twat again, I had to touch that pulsing cunt after our initial encounter.
DONNY: Of course honey. You’ve done good tonight and Daddy’s gonna reward you. How about tomorrow night?
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Okay, but late okay? I have to meet my parents for dinner.
I groaned again. Oh shit, she was so young, barely out of the nest. I should have felt like a mofo for robbing the cradle, but all it did was turn me on. All it did was make me want Rachel more, owning that sensuous cunt.
DONNY: No worries little girl, whatever time is good for you.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: 10 okay then? Or is that too late?
Again, that innocence got to me. I’m a man of the night, a dude who stays up doing nasty shit until the small hours of the morning. Ten was nothing.
DONNY: Absolutely baby girl. You tell me where and I’ll be there.
A pause. I hoped she thought of somewhere good, somewhere discreet and dark where I could fingerfuck her silly again.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Same thing right? I mean, you’re going to touch me, no names, no faces, no nothing?
I nodded curtly, eyes ravenous.
DONNY: Yes, baby. All the same rules apply.
A pause.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Then can you meet near my parents’ house? There’s a park called Twelve Oaks just a couple blocks away and it’s really beautiful at night. There are all sorts of nocturnal birds that sing, and there’s a bower of roses on the east walkway. Meet me there, okay? I’ll see you then.
I almost couldn’t breathe. Bower of roses? Birds that sing? Who was this girl? Who was this barely adult chickadee that entranced me, body so hard from just her words and sheer innocence? Suddenly, I couldn’t wait for tomorrow night, I couldn’t wait to burrow my fingers in that tight wet cunt again, feeling her pussy spasm like an earthquake gone wild.
DONNY: Absolutely honey. And by the way, here’s my cell just in case you need it. 457-357-9430.
This was absolutely against the rules. Absolutely, completely, against the Terms of Service, not to mention my own personal code of conduct. What happened to completely anonymity? But I could almost see the smile on Rachel’s face, the beam of happiness.
LIPSTICK4EVAH: Thank you! And here’s mine: 457-292-9529. See you tomorrow! Xoxo.
And taking a deep breath, I closed the lid of my laptop. Holy shit, this was way beyond what I’d bargained for. Not only was I meeting a girl for the second time, but I’d just given her my cell like a dumb asshat. I’ve fucked dozens of women, and all the “dates” were arranged through anonymous chat sessions with no numbers necessary. So what the fuck was happening? Why was every rule being broken?
But WTF, it didn’t matter. I’d just taken Rachel through a nasty wet douche, pointing the nozzle straight at her clit. I’d just fingerfucked her in public, and sprayed all over her ass, branding her with my jizz. And the only answer was more. I wanted to douse the brunette with my cum again, erupting like a fire hose on that sweet back end. I wanted to point my dick straight at those wet orifices and blast my cum into each one, marking the female as mine. So what if this was the opposite of anonymous? So what if I was literally leaving a DNA trail on her fleshy behind, my hot fuck inside her body? I didn’t give a shit anymore because the girl is mine.