fictionalized tale about a male being sexually nullified and humiliated

by an underaged female. If you are offended by such things don't read

it. If stories like this spark your interest I wish you enjoy it. Any

resemblance to persons, places, events or anything else is a total

coincidence . . . and a damn odd one at that. I am interested in

comments, opinions, praise or constructive criticism about any aspect of

it. Send comments to: griffithdune@hotmail.com.

Daddy Get's Punished

This is the story about what I did to my best friend's dad, Mr. Johnson.

Stacy Johnson's dad loved his little daughter. He was a widow and

raised Stacy on his own since her first birthday. He was always

affectionate with her since she was a child. He used to hold her and

kiss her and give her tiny pats on the behind. He also made sure to

wash her daily very throughly never missing her most sensitive spots.

Even as a child she was a natural flirt and loved the attention.

Stacy's friends, especially me but everyone else too, all used to adore

Mr. Johnson and envy her before we knew better. Things were fairly

innocent until we all reached puberty.

Stacy and I both began puberty at age ten. That's when Mr. Johnson

increased his attention toward Stacy, and when we started to realize

that there was something wrong with the love he was showing for his

daughter. For example, while the rest of the girls in the neighborhood

had long since abandoned walking around the house naked Mr. Johnson

encouraged Stacy to do so whenever she was home. Also, rather than just

explain sexual stuff in response to his daughter's questions Mr. Johnson

would demonstrate it. He was particularly attentive to Stacy's

questions about men's penises and offered his own for teaching purposes.

Stacy told me that she thought this was odd but went along because it

was her dad. At first he just showed her how it worked. How he could

make it bigger and how he could make it squirt. When Stacy was twelve

he taught her how to handle it. When she was thirteen he explained what

a blow-job was, and shortly afterward why it was "important to swallow."

The final straw came when she turned fourteen and he told her that it

was time to lose her virginity. He said that she would have to do it

sooner or later and that it was best to learn from him because he was

someone who loved her. She reluctantly agreed and it was decided that

her deflowering would occur the next weekend.

For years I grew angrier as I heard Stacy tell me about the things her

dad made her do. This was the last straw. I knew the deflowering plan

was wrong and I decided to put a stop to Mr. Johnson's behavior once and

for all. Stacy told me her dad's plan was to do it Saturday night.

Since it was Thursday I didn't have much time. Fortunately, I knew

Stacy would be out of the house all day Saturday at band practice and

that her father would be home all day. This was perfect. By the

evening Mr. Johnson would no longer want to have sex with his daughter

or have the ability to do so.

That day I made a surprise visit to the Johnson residence. I wore an

outfit that I knew drove the teenage boys wild and hoped it would have

the same effect on Mr. Johnson. Sure enough it did. When he answered

the door I pretended to not know Stacy was out all day. When he

answered the door he tried not to let on that he found me attractive but

I could tell his eyes were exploring my budding female parts. I feigned

ignorance when he explained that Stacy was not home and I made up some

excuse about needing to use the restroom as a way to get him to invite

me inside. I followed this excuse by asking for something to drink. In

no time we were talking. Every so often I would innocently touch him

just enough to flirt but no so much as to be obvious about it. This put

Mr. Johnson at ease. In contrast I was nervous but determined to carry

out my plan.

Summoning up all my courage I told Mr. Johnson the story that would trap

him. I explained that Stacy bragged to me about how her daddy was

teaching her the way men work. I explained that my parents never taught

me anything and I begged him to help me the way that he had helped her.

He appeared taken aback but warmed to the idea when I said in my

sweetest voice "Please?" He agreed. In truth I was only partly lying

about my inexperience. I was still a virgin for sure but I had played

with a penis before while swimming with one of the neighborhood boys the

prior summer. But this experience was enough for me to know enough

about how to handle a penis for the present situation.

I told Mr. Johnson that I was dating a guy named Tommy that I really

liked and that the guy wanted me to perform oral sex but that I had said

no because I didn't know how. I further said that I really wanted to

make this boy happy and needed some tutoring so that I would get it

right. Tommy was really a cute boy I knew from school who I had

fantasized about but who was always too shy to approach me. Nonetheless

his name gave a certain sincerity to my story that Mr. Johnson could not

help but fall for. He started the lesson by telling me to unzip his

pants and remove his cock and balls. I did. They were way bigger then

the ones on the boy from last summer and the balls had a lot more hair

on them. I now had a grown man's dick in my own hands that belonged to

my best friend's father. For a brief moment I was even a bit turned on

but I quickly remembered that this was all wrong and that today was

about helping Stacy with her problem. There'd be lots more

opportunities for me to play with grown men.

I was ok when he told me how to play with it and where to touch it.

However it bothered me somewhat when he explained that I would have to

place it in my mouth even though I knew before I started that this would

be necessary. Very tentatively I gave the head a lick. Then the shaft.

Then the scrotum. Finally I placed the top half in my mouth. My plan

had been to deep throat the whole package, bite down hard, chew it up

and swallow before he knew what happened. Dumb plan. I quickly

realized that a grown man's penis is far too big when aroused for my

teenage mouth to get even part in let alone the whole thing plus the

balls. I gave it the old junior high school try but I gagged every time

when the head hit my tonsils. I had to create an alternate plan fast.

Since I knew he would become smaller after an orgasm I decided to

proceed with the lesson. Mr. Johnson was going to get a complete

blow-job after all. I redoubled my efforts and soon he was shooting his

jism down my throat. This was my first taste of sperm. It didn't gross

me out though because I knew what was going to happen next. Mr. Johnson

became soft as soon as he dumped his load into my tender young stomach.

Just then I gripped his balls with all my might and began to squeeze.

He yelped and asked what I thought I was doing. I explained that it was

now his turn to learn a lesson. The lesson was that daddy's are not

supposed to fuck their daughters - or get blow jobs from their underage

friends. He realized that I could crush his testicles and looked very

scared. With all my might I squeezed. He screemed and passed out.

This was my chance. He was unconscious. His penis was flacit and

probably much smaller then usual because of the punishment I had

inflicted on his manhood. Even still I knew it would take at least two

bites. I braced myself and placed the limp shaft in my mouth. I then

put my hands around his behind and held tightly so that he wouldn't be

able to easily escape. I bit hard. He awoke immediately but remained

in a haze. In a matter of seconds I spit out the severed member onto

the floor, put my mouth around his crushed testicles, and bit hard one

more time. Again he passed out. I frantically chewed and swallowed his

ball sack and the testicles within them. It had the shape of a

jawbreaker but the consistency of tough chewing gum. Then I ran away.

>From a payphone nearby I called the local hospital and reported that

there had been an accident at Mr. Johnson's house. I didn't want Stacy

to be an orphan. By Monday everyone had heard the story about the

burglar that broke into Stacy's house and injured her father. No one

knew the true story because he was obviously not going to confess that

the injuries occurred while he was giving a minor lessons in oral sex.

Nor was I going to tell. As far as anyone knew it was a freak incident

by some unknown perpetrator from out of town.

Everyone was nice to Stacy at school. At first she appeared very

disturbed but in time she seemed happier then ever to be rid of the sex

lessons from her dad. He became a much better father to her after the

severing. He also was very polite to me whenever I came over to see

Stacy but never friendly like before. No duh. I had bitten his

genitals off. The doctors were able to recover the penis from the floor

but it was impossible to reattach because the lower half was gone.

Somehow I doubt that he would have had anymore sex with Stacy even if

they could have reattached it, but still it gave me pleasure to be sure.