Jasmin has lived with me since she was five. She grew up to be a very pretty, well-developed teenager at fourteen. Her mother and I never married. Her mother had just had my son and Jasmin’s brother. Her mom and I were going through stuff, so sex was not happening.

I ran a very strict household. The rod was not spared with Jasmin growing up, and her mother allowed me to raise her as I was raised. When needed, she would be put over my knee and her bare bottom spanked to discipline her. The need for spankings seemed to be waning as she approached adolescence. I couldn’t help but notice her physical development. She was a very pretty and well-developed young girl at fourteen.

I was 45 at the time and spent plenty of time at the bars after work. One day I came home and got the mail from the post office. I noticed a letter from Jasmin’s school. I opened and read it before I went inside. One of her teachers was notifying us that Jasmin had been skipping classes.

Jasmin came in from school. I met her as she came into the house. She looked great. Very sexy in a tight sweater and leggings, showing the shape of her bubble ass and big tits. Her full lips were shiny with lip gloss. Her curly, shoulder-length black hair was on point. I wanted to take her and fuck her for punishment.

I asked her how her day was, and she said it was okay. I asked her where she had been while she was skipping her last-period class. She looked at me in surprise. I held the letter from the school up. She told me that she was in class. I told her she was flat-out lying and that she was gonna be punished. I told her to put her bag down and to go into my room. She looked at me in shock and said she was sorry. I took off my belt and told her to move.

Slowly, she walked to my room and began crying and pleading. My dick was getting rock hard as I watched her sexy, underage ass walking toward my room as I walked behind her. I told her to get the pillow and get in position, and that she knew the drill. She told me that I shouldn’t be doing this to her because she was too big for this. I told her that she should be big enough to go to her class like she’s supposed to. I turned her around and pushed her onto the end of the bed. I yelled for her to get her face into the pillow.

I stood with the belt in my hand, in awe of the beautiful form in front of me. I couldn’t help but moan as my dick got harder. “Mmmmmmm, my god...” I whispered.

I moved to the bed. I put the belt down and put my left hand on her back. I took my right hand and started rubbing and squeezing her spandex-covered ass cheeks. She picked her head up from the pillow as her cries became louder. I yelled for her to keep her face in the pillow. I worked her leggings and panties off her brown ass and pushed them down to her ankles.

“No, no, you shouldn’t be doing this, Boss! It’s not right! I’m too big for this!” she cried.

“Not big enough to go to your fucking classes though, are you?” I said.

I pushed her face into the pillow. I took my right hand and pulled my dick out of my pants. Precum was starting to leak from the head of my hard dick. I grabbed the belt and stepped back to lash her young ass.

I had my hard dick in my hand as I made my first strike. “SMMMMMAAACK!’

Jasmin yelped and raised her head. She looked back, and there was no doubt she saw my dick out and hard as I stroked it in my fist, continuing the punishment. My thrusts were hard and firm with each lash. Her young ass cheeks jiggled with each impact. After 10 very strong lashes, I paused. Jasmin started to rise up, thinking I was done.

“Where are you going? Face into the pillow and don’t move. This is not done!” I told her.

I moved behind her and started rubbing her ass, now red from the beating, and kissed her ass cheeks. I felt like my cock was going to erupt. I put my balls against her ass crack and furiously jerked my cock. I started to cum and put the eye of my erupting cock on her back, at the top of her ass crack.

“HHHHHHHRUUUUH! ... HUUUUUUmmmmm! Fuuuck! God damn you, girl, for making me do this! Ohhhhh Fuuuck! UHHHHHH, UUUUUUHHHHH!” I yelled as my hot sperm boiled from the head of my cock and began to run down her ass crack to her pussy lips and dripped onto the floor.

“Oh my god, Oh my god! I didn’t do anything! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again!” she cried.

I put my dripping dick into my pants. I told Jasmin, “Not a word of this to your mother! Get yourself and this mess cleaned up and go check on your brother. I’m going out for a while.”

I left the room and went to the bar. I couldn’t help but wonder what stopped me from fucking her. I wanted her and still want her. I went to drown my sorrows in alcohol.

I came home from the bar to Jasmin sitting on the couch watching TV. I wanted some pussy, and young pussy was what I needed. I asked her where her mother was, and she said she had gone out and would be late. She said the baby was sleeping. Jasmin had on a big T-shirt and her panties. My dick instantly started to swell. I didn’t mention, and she didn’t either, anything about what happened earlier.

I went to take a shower and couldn’t help thinking it was the perfect time to try it with her. Even to just see her completely naked and molest her. Maybe she would go along with giving me her pussy. I decided to give it a try.

I dried off and stood looking in the mirror, looking at my raging hard on. My dick was harder than ever. I had been drinking, but I was sober enough to know what I was about to do. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went into the hall, off the living room. I could see Jasmin sitting on the couch with her legs folded. I was sure or hoped she had no bra under the t-shirt. I had the fold of the towel open and was stroking my cock as I tried to work up the courage to do what I knew was wrong as hell.

I went into the living room. I paused as we looked at each other. I sat on the couch next to her. I could see her tighten her crossed legs. I asked her what she was watching. She kept her eye on me, and I kept mine on her. I abruptly laid my head on her lap. She jumped, but didn’t get up as she asked what I was doing. I put my hand on her thigh as I turned and started sniffing her lap. I wanted to smell her pussy. I wanted to eat her pussy. I could feel her slightly lifting herself, trying to move away. She asked what I was doing.

I told her, “I want to smell your pussy! Open your legs and let me smell that little pussy!”

Jasmin had the sweetest-smelling pussy. It was like catnip to me. I used to take her dirty panties, especially after cheerleading, and smell them and jerk off while smelling them. My dick would get so hard. I don’t know if it was because of her youth or if it was just her, but the smell of her pussy was intoxicating. I wanted her pussy scent on my mustache to smell all day. Her pussy scented cologne would be a wonderful item for me. I would just call it Jasmin. I would gladly walk around smelling like her pussy.

I sniffed her through her crossed legs. Like an animal, I needed to smell her. I could tell she was uncomfortable. I touched her thighs and started pressing to uncross her legs. I got her open enough that I could dive in and put my nose against her panties. She started squirming and said, “Stop it,” as she tried to push me away from her virgin box. I wanted to rip her panties with my teeth and lick her sweet, tight slit. I was attacking her pussy. I was getting rough. I told her I was hard and couldn’t take it anymore.

I stood up and allowed my towel to fall off, exposing my rock-hard dick. I grabbed her hand and started pulling her, telling her to come with me. I got her up; she was pulling against me. I told her to come with me to my room. She was struggling to hold back. I could see that she was terrified, and it made me harder and more determined.

“What do you want, Boss? What are you doing? Please!” She cried.

“You’re not that stupid! You know what I want! I want your pussy, and I’m taking you to my room to get it! I should have done this earlier! Damn it! I should have fucked you earlier!” I said as I dragged her.

I got to the bedroom and was pulling her in. My hard dick was bouncing in anticipation. I was going to fuck her. If she wasn’t going to cooperate, I was going to rape her. I had her by her shirt and was pulling her. One arm slipped out, so the shirt was half off, and I could see her big tits; she had no bra on. I told her that she was gonna take care of my hard dick. Her eyes were wide open in fear as she screamed “NO!” and twisted her body, breaking free from my lustful grasp.

I grabbed her by her shirt, pulling her to the floor before she could get out of the room. She was petite. I grabbed her under her arms and picked her up and threw her onto the bed. She tried to back away as she kicked her feet. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her to me. I pushed her legs apart and quickly put my mouth on her pussy. I held her legs tight and worked my tongue on her slit through the leg of her panties. She froze in shock.

I released her legs and moved the crotch of her panties to the side. I just smelled her pussy. I put my nose into her young pussy lips. She was becoming wet and slippery. I licked her and tasted her sweet nectar. Her body was quivering in fear and unwanted pleasure.

“God damn girl! I love the smell of pussy! I love a female’s smell, and you taste delicious, Jasmin. That’s right, I’m a nasty muthafucka, and you’re ready for the dick girl!”

I stood to look at my young victim and stroked my cock, leaking precum. Jasmin freaked as she looked at my hard dick. She knew what was about to happen. She screamed and rolled off the bed. She ran down the hallway with her tit exposed from her shirt off her shoulder. She ran, barefoot and in her underwear, out into the garage and out the door. I ran behind her onto the patio, naked with my hard dick out, but didn’t see her outside. I saw her running down the street screaming “NOOOOOO!”

“Little bitch!” I yelled as I stood at the edge of the road, naked with a hard dick. I could still smell her pussy from her juices and cream on my moustache and beard.

I found out an hour later, when the cops arrived, that she had run to a neighbor’s house. They asked if I knew why my stepdaughter was running in the street in her underwear. I told them I had no idea. They asked if I had exposed myself to her. I told them that I was at home and if I wanted to walk around my house naked, it wasn’t against the law. Jasmin didn’t come back to the house.

Long story short, there was legal shit for attempted rape that got knocked down to harassment. As I looked back, Jasmin getting away was a blessing in disguise. If I had gotten her into my room, I would have fucked her, without question. I would have beaten her or whatever it took. I had a sadistic need to fuck that fourteen-year-old girl. I remember my dick was so hard, painfully hard, that it felt like a weapon. Based on the actions of her mother, I would have definitely been charged and convicted for rape and possibly assault if I had beaten her.

Jasmin, and her mother, took the baby and moved out. A 3-year order of protection was issued for Jasmin. I hadn’t seen or heard from Jasmin for 16 years until I got an unexpected phone call from her. I didn’t recognize the number, so I let it go to voicemail. When I played it back, I started to recall my lustful feelings for her from the sound of her voice. I had kept up with her secretly on social media. I knew she had gotten married. I knew she had twins. I downloaded pictures she posted of herself, so I was aware of her development and appearance as a thirty-year-old woman.

I didn’t call her back I was married. The next day, she called again, and I answered. She said hello, and then there was a long silence.

“Hello, Jasmin. Are you there?” I said.

“Hello, Boss, (that’s what she called me), I hate to, but I need to ask you something. I understand if you don’t want to, but it’s kind of important.” She said.

She sounded so good. My feelings for her from 16 years ago started to come back. She gave me an address to meet her. I told her I would stop by.

I got there early and parked where I could see the house. It was a 2 family house, so I assumed it was an apartment. I saw a car come down the street and park. A woman got out. It was my Jasmin. Damn, she looked good. A little thicker. Her breasts were huge. My dick started getting hard. She went to the back door to get the kids out. 2 toddlers. She put them on the sidewalk, got their bags, and went into her apartment.

I went to the door and rang the bell. Jasmin opened the door. Damn, she looked the same, very pretty, wearing a one-piece wrap dress, tied at her waist. Her tits were beautiful, much bigger than I remembered 16 years ago. She told me to come in, and we hugged. I squeezed her so tight. I wanted to feel her big tits against me. I stepped back to look her over...

“Damn, Jasmin, you look good. Very nice after 16 years ... very nice!!” I said.

She smiled and said I needed glasses. She said she needed to lose weight. I told her she could stay just like she is; I would put her on a plate and soak her up with a biscuit.

I saw the 2 toddlers sitting on the floor. She gave them a bunch of toys to play with before coming over to sit on the couch next to me. She told me that she was sorry for what happened years ago. She told me she didn’t want to get me in trouble, but her mom said she had to do what she did and that I needed to be in jail. I told her to forget it, I knew who it was and why. I asked her why she was looking for me now.

“I need help with my rent. I hate to ask, but I’m getting divorced, and he blocked the bank account. I’ll pay you back,” Jasmin said.

“Why don’t you ask your mother?” I asked.

“You know she doesn’t have it.”

“Why are you getting divorced?”

“I volunteered at a free theatre where we live. We were rehearsing for a play, and the part I was playing had a love scene. One day at rehearsal, the guy playing the part with me wanted to make sure we had our parts down. I stupidly recommended that we stay after rehearsal and run through it because opening night was the next day.”

Tears welled in her eyes. I put my hand on her knee. I wanted to slide it right up to her pussy. She continued, “There was a song, leading to sitting on a bed and a kiss, leading to lying down on the bed and holding each other, giving the thought of starting to make love as the scene went dark. I was in a bra and panties covered with a slip. He was shirtless and in his underwear. His dick was supposed to be in a jock strap, so if he got hard, the audience wouldn’t see. He said he was gay, so we were pushing the part further than I would have otherwise.