Well, after a very long absence, here I am. Let's see how many of you remember me...

I am posting a new story I just finished, so I hope you like it. I am only posting the first part out of three, though, and if there is enough interest in it, I might post the next one in a few days.

Puppy Love
tags: M/f, MMM+/f, semi-cons, first, throating, bondage, incest, gangbang, humil, pet, meat girl, noose, roasting, snuff

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"Sweet pea, did you bring everything I told you?" my father asked me before he closed the door to our room.

"Yes dad, I did." I answered a moment later, trying not to sound too annoyed.

"Are you sure? Do you want me to check?" he said a moment later as he looked at me.

And as he did I took a deep breath and then I started to walk away.

"Yes, dad, I am sure. No, dad, you don't need to." I said as I left him behind, failing miserably at hiding my annoyance.

"I am not a child..." I muttered a moment later as I turned around the hallway corner.

And I wasn't, being 14 years old meant I was no longer a child, and I just wished my father would stop treating me like one. Of course, I knew he only did it because he cared about me, but it was still annoying, and he wasn't the only one.

Everybody seemed to think I was still a child, and the fact that I was somewhat short for my age, didn't help either.

Despite that, I tried to forget about it and I started thinking about the plans we had. It was the first day of the summer, and to my surprise, my dad had taken me to Puerto Vallarta in Mexico, on a short but very cool trip.

I couldn't remember the last time I had gone on vacation with him, and that was exciting in and on itself, but the idea of seeing the sea for the first time, of snorkeling, of watching whales swimming around our boat was a dream of mine.

Just as I got to the elevator my dad managed to catch up, though he was panting and out of breath.

"We are going to have fun, aren't we?" he asked me a moment later

And as he did, he ran his hands tenderly through my hair, like he always did, no matter how many times I told him I was too old for that.

Blushing softly, though, I leaned against him, and then I grabbed his hand. Then the door opened, and as I looked around the hotel's lobby, I let it go and I took a step to one side.

The van was thankfully already there, waiting to take us to the beach.

It would be a short trip, and once we arrived at the beach, we would board a small boat that would finally take us out into the sea in search of whales, and finally to a coral reef so we could snorkel.

"Are you excited?" my father asked me a moment later.

And as he did, I looked at him with a big smile, and then I nodded eagerly.

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By the time we got to the beach, the sun was hanging high in the sky and I was thankful for the straw hat my dad had bought me the day we arrived.

After walking a bit, we arrived at the boat. It was big and white, and it looked very new. On the side, in big, black letters, it read Barracuda II, and for a moment I wondered what had happened with the first one before my dad bumped into me.

"Sorry honey, I didn't see you." he said as he held me by my shoulders.

And as he did, a man that was already sitting on the boat looking out to the sea, turned around and looked at my dad.

"John?" he asked in a deep, rumbling voice.

A moment later my dad stopped and I watched as he tilted his head to one side while his face filled with confusion.

"Peter?" he asked a moment later as he looked at the man.

"Fuck me, it can't be!" the man said as he stood up and he rushed towards us.

Before I could react, my dad had pushed me to one side and the two embraced as they patted each other's back, something that I had never seen my dad do before.

"Man, it's been ages... what, twelve or thirteen years?" Peter asked a moment later as he held my dad at arm's length.

"More like fifteen, almost fifteen years..." my dad said as he smiled wildly.

It was then that my dad stopped and he looked at me, giving me a strange, guilty smile before he took a step back.

"Sorry, this is Sarah, my daughter." he said a moment later as he pointed at me. "Sarah, this is Peter Hoberg, an old friend of mine."

Peter then looked into my eyes and he smiled warmly. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze, though, and a moment later I had to look away as I felt my cheeks starting to burn.

"A pleasure to meet you, Sarah." he said a moment later before he extended his hand towards me.

It was the first time someone did that to me, usually people greeted me by pinching my cheeks or ruffling my hair, and for some reason it made me feel better.

After I took his hand, he shook it firmly a couple of times, and then he released me.

His hand had been rough and calloused, and I remember thinking he must have been a carpenter or a mechanic. It was strangely comforting, though I didn't know why.

After the introductions, we all got on the boat and then we took off, skipping over the waves as we rushed into the sea.

Peter and my dad started talking among themselves, though I couldn't listen to what they were saying over the roar of the engines. They seemed to be having fun, though, as they were constantly laughing.

From time to time, however, I could see Peter looking at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention.

His gaze made me feel self-conscious and slightly uncomfortable, though. Trying to distract myself, I pulled out my headphone and started listening to some music.

It was a few minutes later that I suddenly realized that my headphones had puppy ears on the headband, and for some reason, I didn't want him to see them.

I quickly pulled them off before I slipped them into my backpack, hoping he hadn't noticed that.

They were my favorite headphones, as they were a present from my dad, but they were also childish, and I didn't want him to think I was a child.

I quickly forgot about it, however, as we soon stopped in the middle of the deep blue sea and as our guide pointed to the horizon we all started searching for whales.

Not long after my dad saw a spray of water not too far from us, and we approached just in time to see a whale breaking above the water. It slid gracefully next to the boat as I watched in awe, and then it slipped back into the sea.

We spent the next hour just watching as they played around us. I was fascinated, and after spending so much time dreaming about that moment I quickly forgot about my dad and his new old friend, and instead, I just enjoyed myself.

When the whales were gone, I was still eager for more, but to my disappointment, our guide turned on the engines, and then he took us to a nearby island where we could snorkel.

It was really hot by then, and in my rush to get into the water, I pulled my shirt off, revealing the bikini I was wearing under it without realizing that Peter was looking my way.

As I did, I caught him smiling before he quickly looked away. It was just an instant, but it was enough for me, and I suddenly pressed my shirt against my chest as I felt my face burning a bright red color.

I had bought my bikini for the trip, though it had been a compromise with my dad.

It was my first bikini, and of course, when I told him I wanted one, he told me bikinis were much too revealing and that I was too young for one. We fought about it for days until I finally managed to convince him.

The bikini itself was normal, but for some reason, my dad had chosen one that had yellow, purple, blue, and red one-eyed monsters printed all over it. It was very childish and when it arrived home I first thought the must have been playing with me.

I had completely forgotten about it, however, and when I took my shirt off he must have seen it.

"Please nooo... please... please..." I whispered under my breath as I looked towards the sea, hoping against all odds that he hadn't noticed.

Feeling defeated, I grabbed my goggles, and then I jumped into the water, hoping to get away from him.

But my plan failed miserably as I slipped and I fell flat into the water, knocking all the air from my lungs. When I finally managed to reach the surface I saw Peter and my dad looking at me, obviously concerned.

Even more ashamed than before, I told them I was fine, and as I donned my goggles and I started swimming away, hiding my bright red face under the water.

But a few minutes later, I finally managed to relax and I simply enjoyed the water and the sun as I looked below me.

Big and colorful corals dotted the sandy surface, and among them, a multitude of fishes swam lazily. They were in all sizes and shapes, from tiny ones, barely longer than my finger, to big mean-looking ones that hung under ledges and rocks.

I spent hours just floating on the surface, watching below me as the world around me disappeared.

All too soon, though, I heard our guide calling us back into the boat and I reluctantly swam towards it.

By the time I got up, my body was sore and covered in wrinkles.

As we sailed back, I closed my eyes and I felt the wind rushing around me.

I felt blissful, something that I couldn't remember feeling before, and when we got to our room, I dropped myself onto the bed, I started laughing to myself.

Then my father came into the room and he told me he was going out with Peter, and that I shouldn't wait for him in case he came back late.

It was our vacation, I thought sullenly as I watched him go.

I felt betrayed. I wanted to tell him he was supposed to be spending time with me, not with his friends, but I didn't.

After he was gone, I spent the rest of the day just watching movies and eating listlessly, until I finally fell asleep.

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When I woke up, I felt tired and disoriented. The TV was still on and the outside sky was pitch black, though.

I looked around the room in confusion as I tried to remember where I was and when I finally did, I realized that my dad wasn't in his bed.

There was a noise coming from the bathroom, though, and with trembling legs, I managed to get up from my bed and I slowly made my way towards it.

The light was on, and the noise, a low, rumbling sound, grew in volume as I approached.

"Dad?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, but there was no answer.

Without any other option, I finally poked my head into the bathroom only to gasp in surprise.

My dad was lying on the floor, facing down and with his pants around his ankles, though thankfully he was still wearing his underwear.

Worried he might have slipped and fallen, I rushed towards him only to recoil at the stench coming from him. He smelled like pure alcohol, so much so that I had to get away from him before I started gagging.

Oblivious to the world around him, my dad just kept snoring peacefully.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My dad never drank, much less enough to end up like that, I thought. But despite the smell, I took a deep breath and I moved closer to him.

"Dad? Wake up." I said but he didn't react.

Growing desperate, I started shaking him until he finally did. A low, guttural moan escaped him and then he slowly opened his eyes only to close them just as quickly after he started groaning softly.

"Dad, get up, you have to go to your bed." I pleaded him, but he didn't seem to listen.

There was no way I was going to be able to carry him to his bed, so instead, I went back into the room and grabbed a pillow and a blanket. I placed the pillow on one side and then I rolled him over onto it before I covered him with the blanket.

With a mixture of worry and anger, I turned off the lights and went back to my bed before I did my best to fall asleep again.

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When I woke up, the sun was shining brightly through the window. My head was pounding and my body ached all over. It had taken a while for me to fall asleep again, so I hadn't gotten much rest.

Groaning, I got up from the bed and made my way into the bathroom.

My dad was laying where I had left him. If anything, he looked even worse than before, as he was sweating profusely and his face looked pale and waxy.

Worried, I knelt next to him and I started shaking him once more.

"Dad! Wake up, please!" I screamed next to him, and after a minute I finally managed to make him react.

With a long, slow groan, he opened one of his eyes and he looked at me.

It looked like he was trying to smile, I thought, but it quickly turned into a grimace of pain and a moment later he pushed me out of the way and he threw his head into the toilet.

A second later he started heaving violently as I ran towards the phone.

I called reception and they sent a nurse to check on him. It took a while, but finally I heard someone knocking on the door and a blonde woman in her thirties came in. She was wearing blue scrubs and as soon as she entered, she saw my dad who was still holding onto the toilet and she winced.

With her help, we managed to drag him onto his bed, and after a quick check, she told me that my dad had a hangover, and probably food poisoning too.

There wasn't much too for him to do but rest and drink plenty of liquids, she said. After she left, I closed the door and sat on my bed next to him.

He looked truly miserable, and despite his best effort to smile, all he could do was grimace in pain.

"I am sorry... I..." he started before he gulped loudly. "Sorry... sorry... I... I shouldn't have gone out with... with Peter... oh... god..."

I nodded silently, not really wanting to fight with him, but inside I felt my vacation was over.

My dad, though, had other plans, and he told me to go out on my own, as he could call reception if he needed anything and there was no point in me staying with him all day long.

I didn't want to go alone, but he managed to convince me after pointing out that it would make him feel a little better if at least I could enjoy our time there.

I didn't want to tell him I was scared to go on my own, of course, so instead, I grabbed my backpack, and before I left, I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek.

My dad had bought a package that included a few days and several excursions, so I had my day already planned. After stepping into the lobby, I looked around and I licked my lips nervously.

"I can do this..." I whispered to myself.

Then I started walking towards the front door as I tried to calm myself.

But as soon as I got there, I suddenly stopped, as Peter was waiting for the same van as I. I tried to hide, but I failed miserably, and before I could get back inside, he saw me and he started waving.

Defeated I moved closer and once there he shook my hand once more.

"How is your dad? Not doing so great I assume, or he would be here, right?" he said sheepishly as he combed his hair with his fingers.

I told him how I found him on the floor of the bathroom and how the nurse thought he had food poisoning, but he didn't seem all that surprised.

"I am sorry, it's... kind of my fault. I told him not to order the pico de gallo, and to stop drinking, but... he was never a good drinker, and Mexican street food can be... iffy, sometimes at least." he said a moment later.

"I hope he recovers quickly." he added a moment later and then he looked at me and he blushed. "And I hope I didn't ruin your vacation..."

As he did, I looked at him, and then I shook my head.

"It's okay, I can go out on my own." I said a moment later, trying not to sound too afraid.

"Of course." Peter said a moment later, just as the van pulled in front of us.

After opening the door, he took a step to one side, and then he smiled towards me.

"After you, madam." he said jokingly.

I couldn't stop laughing, and a moment later we sat together at the back of the van and we started chatting as the van drove us towards the outside of the town.

Once there, we got out and our driver gave us a little paper map, he pointed towards a small path cut into the jungle and he told us to call the hotel when we were ready to return.

After that, he drove away, and we started walking up the hill as we kept talking. The climb wasn't particularly difficult, but we went up slowly, more interested in talking than anything else.

However, once we reached the top, we stopped and found ourselves an unobstructed view of the town to the north, the sea to the west, and the jungle, a huge, green expanse disappearing into the distance, to the south and east.

Fascinated, we spent an hour there, just admiring the view.

By the time we made it back down, it was a little past midday and after the van picked us up it took us to another boat, one that would take us north, to a chain of uninhabited islands.

Once there, we took a couple of stand-up paddleboards along the coast so we could explore at our own pace. They were harder to row than we thought, and after falling off a couple of times, we stopped on a small, closed-off beach to rest.

I had been wearing my shirt and shorts so far, and though they were wet and they clung to my body, I felt comfortable in them.

After we pulled the board out of the water, however, Peter took off his shirt, and then he jumped into the water, telling me to follow him.

Despite my shame the day before, I quickly took off my clothes and I followed him, wishing I had another bikini to wear.

As before, I noticed him looking at me from time to time, especially when he thought I wasn't paying attention, but I didn't mind his attention anymore, and after a while, I even started enjoying it.

He was very handsome, after all, and though he was the same age as my dad, he was the first person to treat me like an adult and not a child.

We stayed for as long as we could, so long in fact that the boat came to pick us up directly from the beach, though by that time we were laying on the sand, just relaxing.

Once onboard, he gave me a towel, and after wrapping it around my body, I sat next to him.

It took almost an hour to get back to the hotel, and when we finally did, he shook my hand as he smiled, and then he said goodbye.

I managed, barely, to wait until he disappeared into the elevator before I let out a burst of nervous laughter. It took me a full minute before I managed to make my way up into my room, and after I opened the door, I felt light-headed and excited.

Once inside, however, I found my dad laying in bed. He looked horrible, though he assured me that he was feeling a little better.

He asked me to tell him about my day, and I told him about the walk and the island, but I skipped the part about being with Peter. My dad could be overprotective at times, and I didn't want him to know that I had spent the day with his friend.

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The next day I woke up early, and after checking on my dad, he told me to go on my own once again. I asked him if he was sure, though inside I was hoping he would say yes, as that would mean I would spend another day with Peter.

After he told me not to worry, I tried not to let my excitement show, and then I took a shower and left my room.

Peter was waiting for me outside, and after saying hello, he asked me if I wanted to go out for a walk through the town.

Excited, I told him yes, and he took me to an old-looking coffee shop for breakfast. He ordered a coffee and a couple of pastries and I did the same, afraid he wouldn't let me drink coffee like my dad, but he didn't seem to mind.

It didn't taste as good as it smelled, however, but I finished it without complaint and then we went walking through the town. It was early in the morning, and most places were still closed but I didn't care.

We talked like before, stopped at a few parks, saw a few churches and old buildings from the colonial era, and suddenly we realized that it was almost night and he stopped.

He looked at me for a second before he smiled, and then he asked me if I wanted to go watch the sunset on the beach.

I told him yes, trying to hide my excitement, and together we made our way towards the ocean. The few people on the beach were leaving, and soon we had the place for ourselves.

He picked a spot, hidden behind a few palm trees and not far from the water, and then we sat on the sand as the sun started to set under the horizon.

We didn't talk, and instead, we simply sat in silence as we watched. I felt nervous at first, fearing maybe I had done something to anger him, but he was smiling, and soon I realized he was just happy to be there.

After the sun finally set and the first stars started to appear, he got up and then he returned a moment later with a couple of beer bottles in his hand. He sat next to me, and after looking around, he gave me one.

"Don't tell your dad, okay?" he said as he winked at me.

After swearing I wouldn't, all while I giggled shyly, I took my first sip of beer.

It was bitter and cold, but not much, and soon I was drinking every time he did.

"What happened to those headphones you were wearing the other day?" he asked me a moment later. "The ones with the puppy ears on top?"

Blushing, I looked away as I took one last sip of beer and then I licked my lips nervously.

"Oh, they... well, they are a present from my dad, they are a bit childish for me..." I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Really? That's a shame, they looked good on you." he said a moment later, making me blush even harder than before.

Then we fell silent once more, but to my surprise, I felt comfortable in it.

Not long after, though, I asked him about his family and his work. Despite how much we had talked, he had never mentioned them.

He told me he wasn't working at the moment, that he didn't need to, though he was far from rich. He also told me that he was still single, all while he winked comically.

After a while, though, it started to get cold. The wind picked up a bit and my body filled with goosebumps. Peter must have noticed because a moment later he moved closer to me and then he wrapped his arm around me.

Enjoying the warmth of his body, I leaned closer to him before I rested my head on his shoulder.

Suddenly though, I realized what I was doing and I felt really nervous. I started trembling softly and then my mind filled with the image of me kissing him.

Before I could realize what I was doing I closed my eyes and I leaned into him.

It was just a peck, but as I felt his lips touching mine I felt a jolt of electricity running through my body and I felt elated.

It lasted just a second, though, and when I pulled back and managed to open my eyes I saw him looking back at me in shock.

His mouth, still open, moved slowly. Then he shook his head and he got up swiftly.

He stammered something that I didn't catch and then he turned around and walked away as fast as he could, leaving me behind.

Suddenly alone, I pulled my legs against my chest and I buried my head between my knees.

I felt rejected, and not long after I started sobbing as tears streamed down my face and onto the sand.

I don't know how long I stood there, but at some point I got cold. I managed to get up, and after walking for a while I found the hotel. Once in my room, I realized how late it was, though fortunately, my dad was already asleep.

Feeling depressed, I slipped into my bed and I tried to sleep.

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The next morning I woke up feeling tired and cranky. I hadn't managed to get much sleep, and the memory of the previous night made me feel awful.

I had ruined everything, I groaned tiredly.

Dad was already awake, though, and luckily he looked and felt a little better. It didn't last though, as after having breakfast he had to run into the bathroom to vomit. After that, he decided that one more day resting was probably a good idea, especially since we had our flight back the next day.

Having a day to myself sounded awful, but I had no choice. I spent it walking around town and going to the mall, and though I didn't really felt like walking, it was better than spending the day at the hotel.

Like the previous day, I made my way towards the beach a little before sunset and I sat on the same spot as before.

Once more, the beach got deserted quickly after the sun started to set, and though the wind picked up and it started to become chilly, I stayed, just watching the sunset while I cursed myself for acting so stupidly.

Then night came, and just as I was about to go back to the hotel, I heard someone walking behind me.

Suddenly scared, I turned back just in time to see Peter as he smiled sheepishly while he held a couple of beers in his hands.

I was suddenly angry at him, and after grunting softly, I returned my attention towards the sea.

Apparently unconcerned, Peter sat next to me and then he buried one of the beers by my side before he started drinking from his.

I didn't want to, but I was also thirsty, so I picked it up and I started drinking in silence.

"I will start from the beginning." he said, breaking the silence. "I am sorry."

And though it wasn't easy, as the moment he said he was sorry my heart started beating wildly inside my chest, I managed to stay quiet until I could feel him squirming uncomfortably in the sand.

"I am sorry I acted like that. I shouldn't have... gone without... at least saying something." he added a moment later.

And like before, I waited impatiently for him to continue.

"It was... I was shocked when you kissed me. You are... well, you are 14 years old..." he continued before I interrupted.

"I am almost 15... just a few more months, that all..." I started saying, but before I finished I realized how foolish I sounded. "I am not a child."

The last part came out barely a whisper, but it was true, at least for me. I hated when people treated me like a child, and it hurt when he did.

"I know... you... I don't think you are a child, Sarah. But you are 30 years younger than me." he said a moment later.

"It doesn't matter... it shouldn't..." I said, though once more I felt foolish before I finished.

"Maybe it doesn't..." Peter said after a minute.

And despite everything, that last part filled me with hope.

After that we just sat in silence, watching the waves crashing in front of us. Soon darkness fell around us, but I could still feel his eyes on me as he drank his beer.

I was still angry at him, though. Maybe half angry, I told myself a moment later. But the other part of me was sad. I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss and how good it had felt.

As I closed my eyes I tried to remember exactly how I felt. I could almost feel his lips on mine, and suddenly I realized that tomorrow I would go back, and I would never see him again.

Suddenly afraid, I looked at him and then I took a deep breath.

I was terrified and my knees were shaking, but even if I ruined things further, tomorrow it wouldn't matter.

I knelt on the sand next to him, and then I leaned into him once more, kissing him on his lips. I took a little longer this time, enjoying the sensation for as long as I could until I finally pulled back and I looked at him.

I prayed for him not to reject me again, as I didn't know what I would do if he did. But this time it was different.

At first, he just looked blankly at me, and then he sighed softly and he grabbed the back of my head before he pulled me into a kiss once more.

This time I felt his tongue pushing against my lips and I opened my mouth, and soon I could feel his tongue swirling around mine as I moaned in lust.

A moment later his hand grabbed my shoulder and I jumped, but only for a second. Before I could do anything, it moved down onto my breasts and he started caressing them over my shirt. It was both terrifying and exciting, and for a moment I just stood there, unable to move.

Then he pulled back and I heard myself moaning loudly in frustration. But it was only for a second, as after he took a deep breath he buried his face into my neck and he started nibbling it softly.

I could feel his hunger for more and suddenly I was terrified. His movements became urgent and then he started sucking at my neck until finally, he bit me softly.

I couldn’t help but gasp, more from the sensation than from pain, and when I did, he stopped and he finally released me.

His eyes locked on me, and like before, I could feel his hunger in them. I was panting and out of breath, my whole body was trembling nervously and my lips felt dry.

I wanted him to continue, but instead, he sat upright and he looked around in fear before he got up and he gave me his hand.

"Come." he said as he smiled.

He pulled me up with ease, and then he took off towards the hotel while he held my hand in his.

I did my best to keep up, though he was almost running by the time we finally came into view of the hotel. Then he suddenly stopped and he let me go.

He looked at me once more and then he licked his lips nervously before he leaned into my neck once more and then I felt his breath on my skin.

"Room 505. Don't take too long." he said as he squeezed my hand and then he disappeared into the hotel.

I waited a minute and then I followed him in, though he was nowhere to be seen.

Trembling, I got on the elevator and I got out on the fifth floor. His room was just in front of me, but suddenly I froze.

There was a mirror on the elevator, and as I turned around to look at myself, I winced. I looked like a child, I thought. I was dressed like one, I was short and though my breasts had started to grow they were still too small.

Feeling insecure, I almost ran into my room, but despite my fear, I managed to get out of the elevator and I stopped in front of his room.