Copyright © 1997, Rich Humus, ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted through mrdouble@airmail.net. Mom, Make Him Stop!" by Rich Humus "Mommmm! He did it again! Make him stop!" I sputtered, spraying the white liquid down the front of my chest. I glared at Tommy, my 13 year old menace of a brother. He just grinned back at me, the shit. "Mom!" I whined again. "Tommy, you stop that this instant. If you continue to misbehave, you will not be allowed to play with Suzie anymore!" This seemed to get him. He adjusted his aim, and the next shot hit my forehead and dribbled down over my left eyebrow. By now, there were about six or seven trails of it down over both eyebrows and my nose. I don't know about your family, but mine is kinda bizarre, I guess. I mean, really, how many other families do you know where the favorite Friday night pastime is making their 13 year old daughter kneel down in the middle of the rec room while every male relative within thirty miles jerks off on her face? Not many, probably, if you don't count Washington D.C. Yeah, that's me. Suzie. Suzie the sperm catcher, they call me. Suzie the semen sucker, the spooge swallower, the scum sipper. Suzie, the turkey basted every week with nut butter. The human handkerchief for dick snot. Suzie the DNA-drowned daughter. I don't really remember how it started. I suppose I was six or seven or so, and I'd misbehaved somehow, and the next thing I knew, I was having my ass paddled royally by Daddy. I cried and screamed and kicked like the bejeezus. "Daddy, stop, OW! OW! OW! STOP! I'LL DO ANYTHING, OW, OW, PLEEEEASSSE STOP OW OW OW" Suddenly his hand stopped in mid air about six inches from my bare ass. He laid it down slowly and gently on my quivering butt cheeks. I felt one slim finger slide down into my crack. "Anything?" "Ann..anything.." I sobbed. My ass hurt like hell! "Stand up. No, leave your dress on the floor. Now face me." I looked up at my Daddy with teary eyes, sniffling and sobbing, rubbing my sore ass. Next thing I knew there was a one-eyed trouser snake staring back. I stifled back a couple of sobs , gazing at it with hypnotized wonder, sort of like those kids on "Barney". I had just about gotten my eyes dry when he sprayed me from hairline to chin with something that just about six years earlier had "me" written all over it. Now it was written all over me! I sputtered and cringed, licking my lips, noting the hot, salty, kinda 'bleachy' taste of it. I made a face. "Uggh! Tastes like oyster piss!" I thought. I licked all around my lips and looked back up at Daddy. His little six year old daughter, clad only in Tony the Tiger panties, looking up at him with sperm drooling down off her little snub nose. Cute eh? I just looked up at Daddy. I didn't think what he did was wrong. I didn't have the faintest idea what he did, actually. At six or seven, you're not really quite as obsessed with sex as you are at, say, ten or eleven, right? I felt no more than if he had squirted me with a water pistol. In fact, I got off pretty easily, if you ask me. I traded about a dozen firm swats for a face full of cum. I felt the warm liquid drool down my cheeks, mixing with my tears and dropping onto the floor at my feet. I blinked back a sperm tear. "OK, Daddy? OK?" "For now," he sighed. Everything was "normal" for a couple of weeks, and then I broke a plate or spilled my milk or something at dinner. The room got dead silent. My father looked at me. "What'll it be?" I knew what he meant. I pushed my lower lip out at him. "You can spray me, Daddy." I looked over at Mommy. "Daddy sprayed me last time. It was better than a beatin'." Mommy beamed down at me. "I know, dearie, I know. He 'sprays' me when I've been bad, too, don't you dear?" she said, looking over at Daddy and grasping his hand on the table, giving it an affectionate squeeze. "I think this time, though, you have to really learn a lesson. Robbie, you come with us." He motioned to my 19 year old brother, Robbie. He was the oldest. He was all the way in Junior High! He was such a favorite of all the teachers that he went back year after year! Robbie looked at Daddy and grinned. "Awright! Are we gonna do her like we do Mom?" "More or less. Nothing your Mom wears fits her yet. She gets naked." The pattern repeated, except, of course, for the swats on my butt. I knelt in the middle of the rec room and Daddy and Robbie took out their things and moved their hands back and forth real fast for a few minutes while I looked up at them. Then Robbie grunted and shot out a huge spray of sperm that caught me right on the nose! It splattered and flew everywhere, on my forehead and in my hair and all down in my mouth and everything. He buzzed me about four or five more times until Daddy chipped in with his effort. It seemed like more than last time, but maybe I just couldn't tell, what with Robbie's balls emptied all over me ahead of time. Both he and Daddy seemed to take a devilish glee in aiming their flesh hoses right into my mouth. I drooled and spit the stuff back out, pushing it out over my lower lip. "Hey...!Hey! Not in my mouth! It tastes yicky!" I wailed. It didn't do much good. By the time they were both done, I had about a gallon of the funky stuff in my mouth and all around my face. Or so it seemed. I guess it was probably less, now that I think about. Still, it seemed like a lot to a second-grader. Over the next few months, I became resigned to the 'spraying'. Each time I misbehaved, or rather, each time I was misbehaving, I made my way down to the rec room, slipping my dress or pants off as I went. One thing I didn't want to do was get that stuff all over my OshKosh B'gosh"es, you know what I mean? Each time, another brother was added to the little gathering. After Robbie, it was Jack, the 16 year old, then Sam and Dave, the 14 year old twins, then Tommy. Yeah, five fuckin' brothers. What a bitch. When Daddy ran out of sons, the Uncles started showing up. Just my fucking luck, to have a father who was one of ten boys in his family. (If I ever see Granma and Gramps again, I'm gonna smack the shit out of them.) And Mom didn't help. She had six goddam brothers herself. Sheesh. Where'd all the goddam Y chromosomes come from all of a sudden? By the time I was 10, it was no longer a punishment. I was entertainment. "Hey, it's Friday! Time to drive over to Bill and Helen's and cum on Suzie's face!" "Boy, did you see the whitewashing she got from Uncle Dick last week! Whew! What a load, eh?" The only rule I got kind of enforced was no cumming in my mouth. I just didn't like the taste of it. I threatened to stop if they continued to try to drown me in their slimy jizm. I didn't mind it on my face or on my slightly popping-out little titties, but I didn't like the taste. Still don't. I guess, though, that's natural selection at work. If guy's cum tasted real good, it'd never get deposited where it's supposed to. Either that, or all the guys with good tasting cum died out cause they never had any children. I figure that's why fags aren't so bad as everybody says either - if God really hated 'em like the preachers say he does, he'd make it poisonous for you to swallow the cum of someone of your same gender. Seem's logical, right? Anyway, (sorry if your dicks got soft there when I was talking about faggots. Ooops. Sorry. Forgot. Faggots is a dirty word - it's English for "cigarette.") As I was saying. When I got to be about 12, last year, Daddy started dressing me in some lacy underwear and stuff like Mommy wears. I didn't really have titties yet, but he made me wear a training bra with the ends cut out for my little nipplies to poke out, if I'd had any. And around my waist I had a garter belt made of blue satin, and some fancy sparkly stockings, just like the kind you see Jon Benet wearing in all those clips of her on Hard Copy, and some really high heels that Daddy makes me wear. Also, I'm just starting to get pubes down there, so Mommy cut the crotches out of all of my underwear for my pussy to peek through. So every Friday night for the last few years, I've knelt down on the carpet, or rather, on a sheet over the carpet, and held my face up in the air for the males of the family to spray for as long as they want. Several nights, I was down there past midnight. It's the only night I'm allowed to stay up past my bedtime. I rub all the semen in as it builds up. I have to. Anyway, Tommy had just aimed his dickie at my mouth and hit my upper lip. That's when I whined at Mom to make him stop doing it towards my mouth and do it on my face like he was supposed to. Uncles Brad, Jim, Bill, Dennis, Paul, Fred, Dan, Ralph, Pete, Bob, Bill, and Mike had been before him. Can you say "sperm face?" I bet you can. I was dripping the stuff all down my front, trying to keep it out of my eyes and mouth. I had more protein in my hair that the Clairol models. He finished off by spraying all over my left cheek and across my eyebrows. Then, of course, I still had to sit for Robbie, Uncle Ted, Uncle Tom, Jackie, Sam, Davey, Uncle Jerry, Daddy and the old pervert across the street who they invited over every now and then, because we needed to cut through his yard to get to the beach. I guess you'd call me old fashioned, but I'm saving my virginity for my husband. I hope I find some man who doesn't like oral sex. The end. -- -- Double for Nothing!! 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