Phoenix Rising
 
 
(c) 2003  Anais Ninja  anais_ninja@hotmail.com 
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/index.html 
 
Note:  This is my story.  The names and details have been changed to 
protect the privacy of those involved.  Some of this account has been 
reconstructed from memory, but most of it has been based on a journal I 
kept during these years. 
 
This is a sequel to _Exile_, which can be found on my asstr.org site:
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/exile/index.html

 
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Chapter Seven - Love In Vain (MFf Mf fb fbg teen inc mast anal oral preg beast)
 
"Sweet dreams," he'd said, my father's words echoing in my mind.  Sweet 
indeed, though my dreams were as bizarre as always.  I was in the dining 
room of this house, lying naked on the table, atop a delicate lace 
tablecloth.  Someone was holding my wrists and ankles, not a tight grip, 
a gentle one, just enough to keep me open for someone.  I looked around, 
left and right, up and down, trying to see who was restraining me. 
 
And there was Julia, and Helen, and Mia.  And my mother.  Each one had a 
wrist or an ankle, all of them beaming down at me, smiling as if this 
was a special occasion, a special day.  There were candles lit on the 
side board, and a cake, and tall flutes of champagne.  Then I saw my 
father. 
 
He was wearing a long red silk robe, edged in black, tied with a black 
sash, some strange embroidered crest on the breast in gold thread, a 
dragon or snake.  He opened the robe and stood between my open legs.  I 
looked down and saw his cock begin to rise. 
 
My father's penis was huge, enormous, like the idealized members in a 
Japanese woodcut, as thick as his thigh and bulging with veins and folds 
of skin, the head flaring to an almost sharp edge.  I wondered how I 
would be able to take him, and I began to panic.  He was too big; he'd 
tear me in half with his hardness.  He pressed his massive organ against 
my cleft, and I tried to cry out, to tell him to stop, but I couldn't 
utter a sound. 
 
"Don't worry, baby," my mother cooed, tenderly caressing my cheek.  "It 
won't hurt.  Trust me." 
 
My father began to enter me, and I tried to cry "Mommy...", but the pain 
I expected to feel was absent, replaced by an intense wave of pleasure 
as his giant cock began to fill me.  I looked down and saw my tummy 
begin to bulge, swelling up as my father plunged his member into my 
cleft.  As he started to pull back, I saw that the swelling in my belly 
wasn't going down.  Instead, it began to fill, taking on the shape of an 
egg. 
 
I'm going to have a baby, I thought.  This is the reason for my special 
day.  My Daddy's going to put a baby in me.  That's why everyone is 
here, to watch, to help. 
 
"You look beautiful, darling," Julia said, stroking my arm as she held 
my wrist.  I wanted to thank her, to tell her how much I loved her, but 
I still couldn't speak.  Then I wondered how I could be pregnant in the 
first place.  My father hadn't put his seed into me yet.  Could it be 
someone else's?  Perhaps Ramon, or Bradley, Mr. Sheffield, Mr. 
Antonelli, or even Father Ken.  I looked around for them, but there was 
just the six of us here, six seats at the table, six glasses of 
champagne, six plates of angel food cake. 
 
And then my father came, a tremendous gusher, filling me, his hot fluid  
oozing out of me.  Mia let go of my ankle and collected the semen that 
dripped from my pussy in a stainless steel bowl.  I could hear each 
individual drip go "ping...ping...ping..." against the metal.  My father 
pulled out of me and then a steady stream of cum began to pour out of my 
sex.  Mia collected it all in the bowl and then held it in front of me.  
I felt my mother and Julia let go of my arms and help me sit up on the 
table.  I took the bowl from Mia and sipped.  It was thin, watery, like 
the fluid that had spurted from Schultzie's cock when he was humping 
Dana.  I sipped some more, swallowing the bitter liquid, and then I 
handed the bowl back to Mia.  She took a sip and was handing it to Helen 
when I woke up. 
 
 
                                  * * * 
 
 
I sat up immediately, and it took a moment before I heard the knocking 
at the door.  It opened and Mia walked in, holding a mug of coffee with 
both hands, just like she'd held the bowl in my dream.  I stretched and 
rubbed my eyes, pushing the sheets aside.  My chemise had ridden up over 
my hips while I was sleeping, and my sex was exposed.  A sudden feeling 
of modesty made me tug my chemise down between my legs. 
 
"Here," Mia said, handing me the mug and sitting down on Dana's bed.  
"Good morning." 
 
"Thanks," I said, taking a sip. 
 
"I've got to run some errands today, and Dana's got dance class this 
afternoon," Mia said, "so you're on your own today.  I hope that's 
okay?" 
 
"Sure," I replied.  "I'll be fine." 
 
"You've got another tennis lesson at two," she said. 
 
"Oh, right."  I'd forgotten about that.  An hour with Jean-Paul, sexy 
Jean-Paul, the tennis instructor.  That was something to look forward 
to. 
 
"I've laid those tennis clothes out on my bed, and there's a spare key 
on the table in the front hall." 
 
"Thanks." 
 
"I need to ask a favor of you," Mia said. 
 
"Anything." 
 
"Could you walk Schultzie for me?  About three or four should be fine.  
His leash is hanging up in the kitchen." 
 
"I'd be glad to," I said. 
 
"Thanks, Annie," Mia said, leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek.  
"There's pancake batter in the fridge, and ham and cheese if you want 
some lunch.  I'll be back by five."  She kissed me again and left.  I 
drank some more coffee before getting out of bed and heading to the 
bathroom to shower. 
 
After breakfast, I spent the morning in the backyard, practicing my 
swing with the tennis racket, hitting imaginary balls back to Jean-Paul.  
I pictured him returning my volleys, his muscular legs flexing as he 
covered the base line, his bronze skin shining with perspiration.  I 
lost my concentration a few times, and lost my grip on the racket, 
sending it flying into the grass.  Even though there was no one to see 
me, I felt embarrassed anyway, blushing as I went to retrieve the 
racket. 
 
Two o'clock couldn't come fast enough.  I was so eager to take this 
lesson that I got dressed an hour in advance, heading into Mia's bedroom 
and donning the tennis outfit she'd laid out for me.  I put on the short 
white pleated skirt and the sleeveless sweater, drawing the ruffled 
tennis panties up my legs.  I still thought they looked ridiculous, like 
something a little girl would wear, but Mia had insisted I wear them 
that first time.  I still didn't see the difference between someone 
seeing these and seeing my plain cotton underwear.  I thought about 
grabbing a pair of David's gym shorts to wear, but I liked the skirt; it 
showed off my legs even though I still had that New England winter 
pallor. 
 
Screw it, I thought as I laced up my sneakers.  I had this feeling that 
Jean-Paul had the hots for me, just from the way he flirted, the way he 
held me as he showed me how to swing the racket.  I figured I could wear 
sweatpants and we'd still end up in the shower together after the 
lesson.  That's what I was thinking as I counted the minutes before I 
walked over to the courts. 
 
I got there early, fifteen minutes before my lesson was scheduled to 
take place.  Jean-Paul was on the court, showing a woman in her thirties 
how to backhand the ball, standing behind her and holding her arm as he 
slowly moved it through an arc.  She was wearing a short white tennis 
dress, and the hem was riding up over her bottom, exposing the curves of 
her cheeks.  I wondered if she was even wearing underwear beneath her 
dress.  Jean-Paul whispered something to her, and she giggled and pushed 
her ass against his groin.  He laughed and they went through the 
backhand stroke a few more times before he jumped over the net and 
served the ball to her.  They volleyed back and forth a few times, and 
then the woman's lesson was over.  She and Jean-Paul spoke for a while 
and then she collected her things from one of the courtside benches, 
slipping a vinyl cover over her racket. 
 
"Anne," Jean-Paul said, walking over to where I was sitting.  "So nice 
to see you again." 
 
"Thank you," I said, standing up.  His soft French accent was making my 
legs feel rubbery. 
 
"Are you ready for me?" 
 
"What?" I asked. 
 
"Are you ready for your lesson?" 
 
"Yes, I am." 
 
"Fine, we will go over what I showed you last week."  I followed him on 
to the court and he watched me swing the racket a few times, correcting 
my form, reminding me to follow through.  He held me by the hips as I 
swung the racket, and I had a hard time keeping my mind on my grip, my 
form, the proper technique with his hands on me.  I wanted him to take 
me right there. 
 
It was all over too quickly.  After the brief refresher, we hit the ball 
back and forth for a while.  Jean-Paul lobbed the ball softly, hitting 
it right towards me instead of running me around the court.  My serves 
were better than the week before, and I managed to get the ball over the 
net with some consistency.  I could have stayed on the court all day, 
watching Jean-Paul as he chased my volleys around, but our hour was 
finally over.  He bought me a soda and we sat on one of the benches, 
just talking about tennis while I got lost in his big brown eyes. 
 
"So, I will see you next week?" Jean-Paul asked me. 
 
"I'm going back to Boston on Sunday," I said.  "I guess not." 
 
"I am sorry to hear that," he said, draining the rest of his Coke.  "You 
have been a pleasure to teach." 
 
"Thank you." 
 
"Well, I must shower now," he said, holding out his hand.  I took it and 
gave it a little squeeze, and then he left, heading into the clubhouse.  
I sat on the bench for a while, staring at my feet, feeling depressed 
over the fact that there would be no more lessons.  The hell with it, I 
thought, getting up and walking into the clubhouse through the back 
entrance, the one Jean-Paul had gone through. 
 
The door led to a locker room, a men's locker room judging from the 
scent of perspiration and liniment.  The room was empty, and I heard the 
sound of running water.  I followed it, peeking around a tiled 
partition. 
 
Jean-Paul was standing under the shower, his bronze skin slick with 
lather, rubbing a bar of soap over his thigh.  My heart started to 
thunder in my chest.  I stepped back, the image of his beautiful bronze 
skin burned into my mind's eye.  I caught my breath and tried to think 
of something, anything, some way of having him, just once, just for a 
while. 
 
I put down my racket and started to take off my clothes, stuffing them 
into an empty locker near the shower.  Then I tip-toed into the tiled 
chamber, the running water masking my steps.  Jean-Paul was lathering 
his back, and I glided behind him, taking the soap from his hand. 
 
"Quelle?  Anne!" he shouted, nearly jumping out of his skin.  "What are 
you doing here?  You shouldn't be in here!" 
 
"Shhh..." I said, taking the bar of soap and running it over his chest.  
He grabbed my wrist, holding it tight, and I nearly dropped the soap. 
 
"You mustn't," he said. 
 
"I want to," I whispered, reaching down to touch his flaccid cock.  Even 
soft, it was big, bigger than I expected, with a purplish head that 
peeked out of his foreskin.  I circled it with my fingers and felt it 
stir as I began to stroke it. 
 
"I cannot do this," Jean-Paul said.  I looked at his left hand, the one 
that still gripped my wrist.  There was no wedding band, not even a tan 
line from one. 
 
"Why not?" I asked him. 
 
"Because I am gay." 
 
"You're what?" 
 
"I have a boyfriend, Anne.  We have lived together for five years." 
 
"But the women...the way you flirt with them?" I cried.  "The way you 
touched me." 
 
"All part of the job, I am afraid," he said, releasing my hand. 
 
"I don't believe you," I said, dropping to my knees and pouncing on his 
penis, taking it into my mouth, licking it, sucking it, ravishing it.  
He stirred again, but he didn't get hard. 
 
"Anne," he said, softly. 
 
"Shit," I said, under my breath, releasing his cock and letting him help 
me to my feet.  He pulled me closer and held me as the water fell over 
our bodies.  I felt so humiliated.  I felt like crying. 
 
"You must go before someone sees us," he said.  "I'm sorry." 
 
"Not your fault," I said, looking up at him.  "You are the way you are." 
 
"I am glad you understand," Jean-Paul said.  "You are a very beautiful 
girl.  Perhaps if things were different..." 
 
"Thank you," I said.  I gave him a quick kiss on the lips, surprising 
him, and then I left, grabbing a towel from the rack outside the shower 
and quickly drying off.  I dressed fast and left the locker room before 
anyone could catch me there and walked back to the house. 
 
It was a long, lonely walk.  When I got back to the house, I changed 
into a sweatshirt and sweatpants.  I should have taken a shower, as I 
hadn't even had a chance to use the soap when I was with Jean-Paul, but 
I just didn't care.  I put Mia's tennis clothes in with the laundry and 
picked up Schultzie's leash, calling him in from the living room.  He 
bounded off of the couch and came over, sticking his nose in my crotch 
and sniffing loudly. 
 
"Cut it out," I said, snapping the leash to his collar and pulling him 
away from my cleft.  "Let's go."  We walked for about an hour, through 
the meandering streets of Rancho Paradiso.  I watched a construction 
crew for a while, as they nailed plywood sheathing to the bare beams of 
a house.  A few of them had their shirts off, their skin tanned from the 
bright Arizona sunshine.  For a second I thought about going over there 
and letting them have their way with me on the unfinished floor of the 
house, but the dog began to whine and strain on the leash, eager to 
continue his olfactory tour of the neighborhood's fire hydrants. 
 
We circled back to the house, and I let myself in with the spare key, 
detaching the leash from Schultzie's collar and hanging it up in the 
kitchen.  He followed me into Dana's room, taking his usual spot next to 
her bed as I laid down on the cot. 
 
I felt tired, disappointed, and most of all, horny.  The sight of Jean-
Paul lathering his bronzed back, the water coursing over his firm buns, 
his muscular legs, lingered with me like the remnants of a dream.  I 
pulled my sweatshirt off and wriggled out of the loose pants, lying on 
the cot in my panties and staring at the ceiling. 
 
I closed my eyes and tried to picture us together, our soapy bodies 
coming together, slick skin gliding over slick skin, his cock hardening 
and pressing against my mons.  Instead, I began to imagine Jean-Paul 
with another man, just as bronze and well-built as he, the two of them 
kissing under the running water, grinding their hardness against each 
other's muscular thighs.  The other man began to kneel at Jean-Paul's 
feet, taking his hard cock in his mouth, squeezing the tennis 
instructor's buns as he sucked him.  I couldn't see the other man's 
face, just the back of his head bobbing back and forth as Jean-Paul ran 
his hands through the man's dark, curly hair. 
 
I opened my eyes and sat up.  That should have been me sucking him.  
Despite how I felt at having my bold advances rejected, I was still 
extremely horny.  I felt empty, unfulfilled.  I'd been so sure that he 
liked me, that he thought I was sexy, that he wanted to make love to me, 
my disappointment was compounded.  Fuck it, I thought.  I'd just have to 
take matters into my own hands.  I skinned off my panties and laid back 
on the cot. 
 
With my mind's eye, I tried to interpose myself between Jean-Paul and 
his male lover, imagining myself kneeling at their feet and sucking both 
of their tools, trying to fit both of them in my mouth at once, cupping 
the two sets of testicles that dangled beneath, just as I was now 
cupping my breasts.  As I reached between my legs, I tried to picture 
myself laying on a bench in the locker room, Jean-Paul between my legs, 
entering me as his lover squatted by my head, offering me his long, 
tanned penis to lick and suck.  I swirled my finger over my clit, 
probing my passage with my other hand, imagining the two men taking me 
at the same time, two hard, veiny shafts sawing in and out of my mouth 
and pussy, making me come, filling me with their hot semen.  Afterwards, 
Jean-Paul's lover knelt between my legs and licked his boyfriend's semen 
from my pussy with long, wet strokes of his tongue.  I could almost feel 
it, and I started to quiver on the creaky old cot as I pictured him 
licking me clean. 
 
I heard a sniffing sound and felt something cold and wet against my 
pussy.  It was Schultzie, attracted by the scent of my sex.  He licked 
me with his long pink tongue, over and over, and though I knew I should 
push him away, it felt good.  Really good.  I scratched his furry head 
as I let him taste me.  If Jean-Paul didn't want me, at least the dog 
did. 
 
Schultzie hopped on to the cot, sniffing my belly, licking between my 
breasts.  I must have tasted salty from the traces of perspiration that 
hadn't been rinsed from my skin under the shower.  His long cock poked 
out from between his legs, red and wet and hard.  Schultzie put his paws 
on my shoulders, scratching me as he tried to stab me with his penis, 
his hips moving back and forth.  But he couldn't reach my sex while I 
was still flat on my back. 
 
"Ow, stop it," I said, pushing him away.  His claws had hurt, and I felt 
a welt begin to rise on my skin.  He was persistent, though, putting his 
front paws up on the mattress and repeatedly thrusting his cock into 
empty space. 
 
I thought about Dana, seeing the dog hump her the day before, how his 
furry belly rubbed her back as he slipped his cock in and out of the gap 
between her thighs.  Even though I'd just pleasured myself, I felt horny 
again thinking about this.  That first chapter of _The Happy Hooker_ 
came to mind once more, how she'd let the dog fuck her out of boredom 
and frustration.  I was frustrated, all right, but did I really want to 
do this?  I had a vibrator, and I knew David would be home in a while, 
and then my father after that.  I knew neither of them would reject me 
as Jean-Paul had. 
 
But there was something in the back of my mind, something that made me 
reach out and take the dog's cock in my hand.  He began to pant and hump 
faster, grateful to have something to rub against.  A thin fluid began 
to seep from the pointy tip of his long red spear, lubricating my 
fingers as they glided over his smooth shaft. 
 
"Okay, Schultzie," I said.  He let out a little woof at the sound of his 
name.  "We need to do something about those paws, though."  I thought 
for a moment and then I took off my socks, terrycloth tennis peds with 
the fuzzy little pom-poms on the backs.  I slipped them over Schultzie's 
front paws, and I was surprised that he didn't try to shake them off.  I 
slid down to the end of the cot so my ass was right on the edge. 
 
"C'mere, boy," I cooed, pulling him closer, putting his paws on my 
shoulders.  I could feel him try to enter me, his thin semen dripping 
over my cunny.  I spread my legs and guided the tip of his cock inside 
me, and he began to hump faster, harder, driving his long dogcock deeper 
into my hungry hole. 
 
"Good boy, good boy," I said, feeling his cock expand inside my passage.  
His furry belly rubbed against mine, and I stroked his back as he pumped 
my tender pussy.  Schultzie began to lick my face as he fucked me, and I 
pulled him closer, eager to feel more of his penis inside me. 
 
I felt like such a slut, a dirty little girl, letting a dog have his way 
with me, filling me with his hot meat and his warm semen.  So much fluid 
dribbled from his cock that I could feel it squishing out of my cunny 
with each thrust of his long red pole, dripping down my ass cheeks and 
soaking into the sheets.  He began to feel even bigger, fatter than a 
human penis, filling me completely even though his cock seemed smaller 
than a man's.  I began to sense my pleasure rising, spurred on by the 
knowledge that I was giving myself to an animal, not a man, not a woman, 
but a hydrant-sniffing crotch-nuzzling dog, a dog who was making me his 
bitch. 
 
Schultzie was humping faster now, panting as his loins moved back and 
forth, his tail curled over his back.  I wrapped my arms around his 
furry body and held him close as I began to come, shuddering beneath 
him, rocking my hips as fast as I could, not nearly in time with his 
rapid pace.  I squeezed my cunny muscles around his cock and I heard him 
whine, a low guttural note as semen began to pour out of his penis, 
flooding me with warmth.  He stopped humping and laid on top of me, 
licking my face as I stroked the fur on his back. 
 
"Okay, that's enough," I said, turning my face away from his wet tongue.  
"Time to get off of me and go lick yourself or something."  I pushed him 
away, thinking that he'd just slip out of me, but we stayed connected.  
It was like he was stuck inside me, and he didn't seem to be getting 
soft.  I pushed harder, but he started whining pitifully.  Reaching down 
between us, I tried to pull his cock from my pussy, but it wouldn't 
budge.  I felt around it, forcing my fingers between his dogcock and my 
labia.  There was a bulge in his cock, just past the entrance to my 
passage, and it felt as big as a baseball.  I tried getting my fingers 
around it, but Schultzie just whined.  I stopped trying to pry his penis 
out of me, not wanting to hurt his tender part. 
 
I tried wriggling around beneath him, hoping to dislodge his member, but 
we ended up slipping off of the cot together, still joined at the crotch 
as we fell to the floor.  Panic started to set in, and I wondered how 
long it would take for him to get soft.  Maybe there was something so 
totally incompatible about our parts that we'd have to be taken to a 
hospital or a veterinarian to be surgically separated.  As if my day 
hadn't been humiliating enough, it was about to get worse.  I heard the 
front door open and slam shut, followed by footsteps in the hall. 
 
"Please don't be Dana and Mia," I said to myself.  "Please don't be 
them."  Another door opened and closed, and then I heard someone in the 
bathroom, running the shower. 
 
"Davy!  David!" I called out.  "Help me!"  The bathroom door slid open. 
 
"Annie!  What th'...?" he blurted.   
 
"Please help me get him out of me," I said, a pleading expression on my 
face. 
 
"What did you do?" 
 
"Just help me," I said.  "I'll tell you afterwards."  He kneeled next to 
me, staring at my cleft, fascinated at the sight of a dog's cock 
plugging my pussy. 
 
"What do I do?" he said. 
 
"Just hold the dog," I replied.  He wrapped his arms around Schultzie 
and I dug my heels into the floor, pulling myself back.  The dog 
whimpered as his cock stretched, but then it gave way, the bulge in his 
cock slipping out of me, then the rest of his pointy penis, followed by 
a gush of semen.  I collapsed on the carpet as David let go of the dog.  
Schultzie got up from the floor and sat in the corner, licking his 
softening member. 
 
"Are you okay?" David asked me, helping me to my feet. 
 
"Yeah, thanks," I said, putting my arm around him to steady myself.  
"Can you help me into the bath?" 
 
"Yeah, but..." 
 
"What?" 
 
"I was going to take a shower," he said.  "It can wait." 
 
"Are you sure?" 
 
"Yeah," David said.  He half carried me into the bathroom and helped me 
sit down on the toilet.  I'd been holding my thighs together as I limped 
into the bathroom, but now I could spread them, letting the rest of 
Schultzie's thin semen pour out of my cunny.  As David set the stopper 
in the tub and twisted the faucets, I leaned against the sink, my head 
in my hands.  I was glad that it was David, not Mia or Dana or my father 
who found me, but I still felt humiliated, ashamed at being caught with 
a dog's cock stuck inside me. 
 
"David?" 
 
"Yes?" 
 
"Will you promise me something?" I asked him. 
 
"Yes." 
 
"Promise me you won't tell anyone about this," I said.  "Especially 
Dana." 
 
"I promise," he said. 
 
The tub was nearly filled, and David helped me off of the toilet and 
into the bath.  The water was a bit hot, but it felt nice, soothing, and 
I settled back against the tiled wall, letting out a deep sigh and 
relaxing. 
 
"Would you hand me the soap?" I asked David.  He put the bar in my hands 
and I started to lather myself, but I still felt as weak as a newborn 
kitten, my hands trembling as I tried to wash Schultzie's slobber from 
my breasts. 
 
"Could I do that for you?" David asked. 
 
"Would you?" 
 
"Sure," he said, taking the soap from my hand and gently lathering my 
skin.  He knelt next to the bathtub as he washed me, and I could smell 
his scent, a boy's sweet sweat, the aroma of a young athlete. 
 
"You played soccer after school?" I asked him. 
 
"Basketball." 
 
"You need a shower." 
 
"I know," he said.  "Sorry." 
 
"Don't be," I replied.  "I sort of like it, the way you smell right 
now."  It was true; it reminded me of my stepbrothers, the way they 
smelled after playing ball under the hot Florida sun.  I thought of the 
salty taste of Del's skin, the musky but not altogether unpleasant aroma 
that would waft up from between his legs as I sucked him. 
 
"I'll have time to shower before dinner," David said, rubbing the soap 
over my back. 
 
"Why don't you get in the tub with me?" I said.  "It would save you some 
time."  David looked down at the sudsy water, wondering if he really 
wanted to sit in a bath that was tainted with the canine semen that 
seeped from my cleft.  Then he stood up and stripped off his gym shorts 
and t-shirt, kicking off his sneakers, pulling his jock strap over his 
legs and removing his socks.  He tested the water with his toe, decided 
it wasn't too hot, and settled into the water, sitting in the tub 
opposite from me.  There wasn't much room in the tub, and we had to sit 
with his thighs on top of mine. 
 
"Let me do you now," I said, picking up the soap and scrubbing his 
smooth hairless chest.  I felt my strength begin to return, and it made 
me happy to see David smile as I lathered his coffee-colored skin.  I 
worked my way down his body, soaping up his belly, his thighs, slowly 
heading towards that spot between his legs where his half-hard cock 
bobbed in the warm bath water.  I felt him begin to stiffen between my 
slick fingers. 
 
"Feels good...," David murmured. 
 
"I should have waited for you to get home," I said.  "You know I love 
your beautiful cock."  David laughed, his mocha cheeks blushing 
slightly. 
 
"You really like it?" 
 
"I love it," I said, leaning forward, kissing his full lips. 
 
"Wow," he said.  "Why didn't you wait?" 
 
"I don't know," I said.  "I guess I was in a weird mood, you know?  I 
thought I could get Jean-Paul to make love to me, but he didn't." 
 
"Jean-Paul?  The tennis pro?" 
 
"Yes," I replied, stroking David's young penis, feeling it twitch in my 
hand. 
 
"He didn't...?" 
 
"He's gay," I said. 
 
"No shit." 
 
"Yeah." 
 
"So you were horny and...?" 
 
"It was more than horniness," I said.  "I felt like doing something 
really nasty, and, well, there was the dog, sniffing my pussy." 
 
"I wish I could have seen that," David said.  I could feel his thighs on 
top of mine, tensing and relaxing with each stroke of his boycock. 
 
"Well, you did see part of it." 
 
"Yeah, but not the good part," he laughed.  "Was it good?  Did you like 
it?" 
 
"To tell you the truth, I did," I said.  It was my turn to blush now.  
"Except for that last part, when he got stuck inside me."  I reached 
down and cupped my sex.  I was sore down there, and it was starting to 
itch as well. 
 
"Well, if you do it again I want to watch," David said.  "I'll make sure 
he doesn't get stuck inside you." 
 
"No way I'm doing that again," I said, gently squeezing his hardness.  
"Not when I can have this inside me."  David smiled and blushed again, 
reaching for my soapy breasts and fondling them with his slippery 
fingers. 
 
"Hey, would you do me another favor, Davy?" I asked him. 
 
"Sure." 
 
"I need you to clean me down there." 
 
"Okay," he said, letting go of my little tits and reaching between my 
legs. 
 
"No, not with your hands," I said. 
 
"Then how?" 
 
"With this," I replied, tugging at David's hard cock.  "Stand up for a 
second."  He disentangled his legs from mine and stood up in the tub, 
the soapy water dripping from his skin.  I took the soap and lathered 
his erection until it was covered with a foamy coat of soap suds, and 
then I got up and turned around, kneeling in the tub with my hands on 
the rim, presenting my ass to him.  David knelt behind me and I guided 
his soapy prick into my cleft. 
 
"Go easy," I said.  "I'm a little sore." 
 
"Okay," he murmured, slowly easing his cock into me.  As he began to 
thrust, it felt good at first, scratching the itch inside me, but then 
it began to sting and burn as the soap rubbed into my tender spots. 
 
"Ow, ow, stop, pull out," I cried.  He withdrew immediately. 
 
"Sorry," he said.  "Too hard?" 
 
"No, no, it's the soap," I said, rubbing my sore cunny.  "It's burning 
me." 
 
"Shit," David said.  "I'm sorry." 
 
"It's not your fault, Davy," I said.  "Can you hand me the shower head?" 
 
"Sure," he said, detaching the massage head from its bracket and handing 
it to me.  He turned on the faucet and I set the head on a gently 
setting, spraying cool water on my burning pussy.  The stinging began to 
subside, and I handed the shower head back to him.  I noticed his cock 
was softening, so I took it in my hands and began to revive it, feeling 
it stiffen once again. 
 
"Let me finish you," I whispered. 
 
"You don't have to," David said. 
 
"I want to," I replied, stroking him.  He'd been so sweet, so gentle, 
and I wanted to make him feel good.  "Can you get that?" I asked, 
pointing to the bottle of baby oil on the sink. 
 
"Yeah," David said, stepping out of the tub for a moment and handing me 
the bottle.  I began to oil his lovely cock, making it glisten and 
throb, and then I knelt down again, jutting out my bottom and pouring 
the oil down my crack, feeling it drip between my cheeks and over my 
cleft.  David kneeled behind me and I reached back, rubbing the tip of 
his penis over my ass, guiding him into my bottom.  He held me by the 
waist, drawing me closer to him as he pushed his hips forward, entering 
me, filling me back there. 
 
"You like my ass, don't you?" I whispered. 
 
"I do," David replied. 
 
"Fuck me, Davy," I cooed.  "Fuck me like a dog." 
 
"Woof," he said, laughing, and he began to thrust.  My ass made a soft 
sucking sound as his greasy pole sawed in and out of my tight little 
hole.  He tightened his grip on my waist and began to pump my bottom 
faster, his movements making the bath water swish around our thighs.  I 
cupped my breasts with my oily hands, fingering my nipples, feeling them 
stiffen and crinkle. 
 
"Fuck me, Davy," I urged him.  "Make me your bitch." 
 
"I'm gonna come," he said through clenched teeth.  "Fuck..." 
 
I felt his cock twitch inside my bottom, tensing up as he began to spurt 
his hot semen.  He collapsed on my back, wrapping me in his arms as his 
thrusts began to slow to a halt.  I pushed my ass back into his groin, 
wanting to keep his beautiful cock inside me, but he began to soften and 
slip out. 
 
David unstopped the tub, and as the tepid water drained we stood 
together and lathered each other's body again, washing off the baby oil 
and rinsing off the soap with the shower massage.  Then we stepped out 
of the tub and took turns drying each other.  David was about to return 
to his bedroom, but I stopped him, hugging him, kissing him.  He smiled 
and held me in his arm. 
 
"Thanks," I said. 
 
"For what?" 
 
"For everything."  I kissed him again and squeezed his hand before 
heading back into Dana's bedroom.  There, I put on a fresh pair of 
panties and a t-shirt and laid down on the cot.  Schultzie got up from 
his corner and came over to me, nuzzling me with his snout.  He'd 
managed to pull my socks off of his paws. 
 
"I'm sorry if I hurt you," I whispered, scratching his head behind his 
ear.  He turned and licked my fingers, climbing on to the cot and laying 
down next to me and letting out a deep breath.  I closed my eyes and 
stroked his furry flank, drifting off to sleep. 
 
I woke up from my nap about an hour later, when Dana and Mia came home.  
Dana was wearing a pink leotard and white tights, a skimpy pink skirt 
wrapped around her waist.  She quietly undressed, and I realized that 
she thought I was still asleep.  I laid there quietly, listening to her 
softly humming a melody from "Swan Lake". 
 
I heard Dana fishing through my backpack, and then there was a soft 
buzzing which stopped a second later.  Through half-closed eyes I 
watched her lay down on her bed, my vibrator in her little hand.  She 
licked the tip, something she'd seen me do, and placed it at the 
entrance to her cunny, twisting the base again and making it purr 
softly.  Dana arched her back as she pressed the vibrator inside her, 
the melody she'd been humming becoming a song of pleasure, soft moans of 
delight floating from her lips.  I watched her, transfixed, as her busy 
hands moved between her legs, rubbing her little button as she plunged 
the vibe in and out of her cleft.  Suddenly she stiffened on her bed, 
arching her back again as she came, her thighs quivering, her lower lip 
trembling.  Then she relaxed and turned off the vibrator, shuddering as 
she slowly pulled it from her sex.  Dana laid there for a minute before 
wiping the vibrator off on the sheets and returning it to my backpack.  
She got back in bed and laid on her side, watching me as I "napped" on 
the cot. 
 
"Have fun, baby?" I said, startling her. 
 
"Annie!  How long have you been awake?" 
 
"A few minutes," I said, sitting up on the cot. 
 
"I...I'm sorry," Dana said.  "I shouldn't have gone through your stuff." 
 
"It's okay, Dana," I said, reaching for her hand.  "I wish you'd ask 
first." 
 
"You're right," she said.  "I'm sorry." 
 
"You can have it if you want," I said, squeezing her hand. 
 
"Really?" 
 
"Yes.  I've got other ones." 
 
"Wow, thanks," Dana said. 
 
Schultzie got up from the cot and stretched his limbs, padding over to 
the door and sitting next to it.  Dana got up from her bed and let him 
out, and then she went over to her dresser and picked out a pair of 
panties and a t-shirt, slipping them on before coming over to the cot 
where I was sitting.  She climbed in next to me and we laid down 
together.  I still felt drowsy, and I closed my eyes as she laid her arm 
across my breasts, snuggling up against my body and kissing me on the 
cheek as I fell asleep again. 
 

I woke up to see Mia sitting on Dana's bed, watching us as we napped, a 
glass of white wine in her hand.  She smiled and took a sip. 
 
"You looked so sweet lying together like that," she said.  "I couldn't 
bear to wake you."  Dana began to stir when she heard her stepmother's 
voice, stretching and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. 
 
"What time is it?" I asked. 
 
"Almost six," Mia said.  "Dinner should be ready in an hour." 
 
"I'm hungry," I said. 
 
"There's cheese and crackers if you'd like," she replied.  "How did the 
lesson go?" 
 
"Okay, I guess." 
 
"Just okay?" 
 
"Did you know he's gay?" I asked Mia. 
 
"I thought he might be, but I wasn't sure."  She handed me her glass of 
wine and I took a sip. 
 
"Well he is," I said, still feeling the afternoon's disappointment. 
 
"Poor baby," Mia said, leaning forward and caressing my cheek. 
 
"I'll get over it," I said, swinging my legs off of the cot and 
stretching. 
 
"Come, I'll get you a glass of wine and some hors d'oeurves."  She stood 
up and headed for the door. 
 
"Thanks," I said.  "You up, Dana?" 
 
"Yes," she said, climbing off of the creaky old cot.  I reached into the 
closet and found my long peasant skirt, one I'd bought a few weeks 
before to replace the skirt that I'd worn when I rushed Megan to the 
hospital, the skirt I'd left on the trauma room floor, soaked with her 
blood.  Dana rummaged through her closet and picked out an almost 
identical skirt, differing only in color, slipping it over her long 
skinny legs. 
 
"We really look like sisters, now," she said.  I gave her an hug and an 
affectionate pat on her bottom, and we headed to the kitchen for a snack 
before dinner.  David was there, too, spreading soft cheese on a cracker 
and wolfing it down.  Mia poured me a glass of wine and I ate a couple 
of crackers to keep my stomach from growling. 
 
"Anne, your father and I would like to go out again tonight," she said, 
corking the bottle of wine.  "Could you watch the kids again?" 
 
"I'd be happy to," I said.  David and Dana had gone back in their rooms, 
doing their homework, and she put her hand on my waist, drawing me close 
and kissing me. 
 
"Thank you," she said.  "I was hoping we could spend some more time 
together, but Frank says you're having dinner with Krystle tomorrow 
night." 
 
"Yes, she invited me the other day," I said. 
 
"He said she wants to hire you to work in the office." 
 
"She does?  I'm sure she was just kidding or something." 
 
"I think you should take it if she offers you a job," Mia said.  "Maybe 
you can keep an eye on your father for me." 
 
"What do you mean?" 
 
"I mean I think he's been having an affair." she said, still holding me.  
I kissed her cheek and laid my head on her shoulder.  Just a few days 
before Mia had said to me that she was sure my father was faithful to 
her.  I wondered what had made her change her mind. 
 
"He wouldn't," I said.  "Not while you're carrying his baby."  I stroked 
the swell of her belly, feeling a gentle kick inside of her womb, 
ashamed at myself for covering up for my father's dalliances. 
 
"Maybe I'm just being paranoid," Mia said.  "But he was so horny all the 
time, up until I started to show."  She patted her swollen belly.  
"Four, five, six times a day, he'd wear me out and then I'd have to suck 
him or jerk him off.  But it's different now.  Except for the other 
night he hardly ever wants it anymore." 
 
"Maybe he's just getting older," I said.  My father was in his mid-
forties, almost twice as old as Mia. 
 
"Perhaps you're right.  Maybe things will change after the baby comes." 
 
"I hope so," I said, kissing her again.  I wanted to press my lips 
against hers, to seek out her tongue, but the sound of the front door 
opening made us break off our embrace.  Despite everything that had 
happened that day, my horniness was back, making my aching pussy tingle 
with desire.  I wanted nothing more than to lie in bed with Mia and make 
love with her. 
 
"I'm home," my father called out, his briefcase in hand, blazer draped 
over his arm.  He kissed Mia and then me before heading back to the 
bedroom to shower and change.  A little while later we all sat down to 
dinner, baked filet of sole almondine, green beans with tiny slivers of 
almond, and baked potatoes with sour cream and chives.  The way my 
father wolfed down his food, I could tell that he'd had another 
afternoon tryst with Krystle, probably in their little love nest at the 
model home at Corazon.   
 
The kids and I cleared the table and did the dishes afterwards, while my 
father and Mia got dressed to go out, spending over an hour behind their 
closed bedroom door before emerging.  Mia gave me the number of the 
nightclub and told me that they'd be returning after midnight.  I gave 
her a quick kiss and watched them drive off in my father's Cadillac. 
 
"What do you want to do?" I asked David and Dana after my father and Mia 
left. 
 
"I want to dance again," Dana said.  "That was fun." 
 
"No way," David protested. 
 
"Well what do you want to do?" I asked him. 
 
"I dunno, get stoned and look at some dirty magazines." 
 
"You do that every night," Dana said. 
 
"So?" he replied. 
 
"We can do both," I said.  "You can read while Dana and I dance, okay?" 
 
"I guess," David said.  He got up from the couch and went to his room, 
returning with a lit joint and his stash of porn.  We smoked the joint 
while he leafed through the magazines, and then I put on some soft music 
and led Dana by the hand to the middle of the room.  David thumbed 
through the pages, looking up at us every so often, watching Dana and I 
sway slowly to the music.  After a few minutes of this, he threw the 
magazine aside. 
 
"What's wrong, Davy?" I asked him. 
 
"I wish I had new ones to read," he said.  "I'm tired of these already." 
 
"Wait here," I said.  I let go of Dana's hand and waist and went into my 
father's office, opening the bottom drawer of his desk.  His magazines 
were still there, along with the cotton panties I'd given him, stained 
with my father's semen.  I took the stack of magazines and the panties 
and headed back to the living room. 
 
"I found these in Daddy's desk," I said, handing the magazines to David.  
He browsed through them eagerly, poring over each cover.  Then he 
reached the bottom of the pile, those small magazines, the ones that 
featured children, and his eyes bugged out. 
 
"Holy shit," he muttered. 
 
"Annie, are these yours?" Dana asked, holding the semen-stained panties. 
 
"Yes," I said.  "I gave them to him." 
 
"What's this stuff?" she asked, fingering the stiff yellow stains that 
covered the crotch and front. 
 
"That's Daddy's cum, baby," I said.  "I guess he likes to jerk off in 
them." 
 
"Ewww," she said, wrinkling her nose and dropping the panties on the 
couch.  She picked up one of the magazines and her eyes went wide, just 
like her brother's. 
 
"I never knew Dad was so weird," David said.  "You think he gets off on 
this stuff?"  He held up a page that showed a young girl straddling an 
older man's lap, his hard cock wedged between her legs, splaying her 
open. 
 
"I don't know," I said, even though I knew the truth. 
 
"Do you think Daddy wants to fuck me?" Dana asked, a magazine open in 
her lap. 
 
"Maybe when you're a little older," I said, putting my arm around her. 
 
"He's really big, isn't he?" she said. 
 
"Big?" 
 
"I mean his penis.  It's big, right?" 
 
"Yeah, it is," I said. 
 
"Would it hurt?" 
 
"Probably." 
 
Dana sighed, and from the dreamy expression on her face I could tell 
that she was imagining what it would be like to be with her father, 
picturing a grown man's big cock pressing inside her little cunny. 
 
"Damn," David said, holding up another picture, one of a boy his age on 
top of an older woman, his face nestled between her ample breasts as he 
fucked her.  "Lucky kid."  David had his hand between his legs, 
squeezing the bulge in his sweatpants. 
 
"Scoot up for a second," I said, tugging at his pants, pulling them down 
his thighs.  His erection popped out, unencumbered by any underwear, and 
I picked up the sperm-stained panties, finding a clean spot on the back, 
wrapping them around David's sweet boycock and stroking him.  He smiled 
and thumbed through the rest of the magazine as I played with his hard 
cock and fuzzy balls. 
 
"That feels nice," he said.  "Soft..."  Dana scooted off of the couch 
and sat on the floor, dividing her attention between the magazine in her 
lap and her brother's penis.  She lifted her bottom off of the floor and 
pulled down her long skirt, rubbing her little pussy through her 
panties.  Suddenly, she sprang to her feet and ran down the hall, 
returning a minute later with my vibrator, skinning off her panties, and 
sitting back down on the rug.  Dana twisted the base of the vibrator, 
turning it on, and she was about to touch it to her cleft when she 
changed her mind, getting up and kneeling next to me and pressing the 
humming vibrator against the base of David's cock. 
 
"Holy shit!" he said, nearly jumping off the couch.  I stroked just the 
tip of his penis, still wrapped in the cotton panties, while Dana ran 
the vibrator up and down over his smooth shaft.  Reaching between his 
legs, I gently cupped and squeezed his fuzzy balls, feeling them twitch 
between my fingers.  All of a sudden he gasped and a stain began to 
appear on the thin white cotton that covered his glans, spreading as he 
spurted his seed into my underwear.  I wiped off the tip of his penis, 
leaned over, and gave his softening cock a tender kiss.  Laying across 
his legs, I caressed his smooth thighs as he stroked my back, letting 
out a sigh and settling back against the arm of the couch. 
 
Dana sat down on the floor again and began to run the vibrator over her 
labia, then she licked the tip and pressed it into her cleft, laying 
back on the rug and arching her back as it disappeared inside her sex. 
 
"Let me help you with that," I said, laying down on the rug next to her 
and caressing her belly.  I leaned over and kissed her, taking hold of 
the vibrator and twisting it as I slid it inside her sex. 
 
"Ah...ah...Annie...," she gasped, writhing on the carpet as I filled her 
cunny with the pink rubber phallus.  "So...good..." 
 
"I know, baby, I know," I cooed, moving around so I was facing her 
creamy thighs and the vibrator that plugged her tight little passage.  I 
leaned in and kissed her hairless mound, flicking my tongue over her 
cleft as I slid the toy in and out of her with short, shallow movements.  
Dana slipped her hand under my skirt, caressing my legs, my thighs, 
pressing her fingers into the crotch of my panties, wanting to make me 
feel as good as she did.  I spread my legs slightly, giving her better 
access to my sex, and I could feel her fingers dipping under the 
waistband of my panties, seeking out the entrance to my passage. 
 
I heard movement on the couch and looked up from Dana's pussy to see 
David pulling his sweatpants off from around his ankles.  He put his 
magazine aside and got down on the floor with us, his hands reaching 
under my long skirt, lifting it up, pulling down my panties.  I went 
back to licking Dana's pussy and sliding the vibrator in and out of her 
cleft as David spread my legs and curled up between them, his breath 
caressing my sex.  He kissed me down there, lightly, tenderly, and then 
I felt his tongue begin to probe me, tasting my nectar, seeking my 
hidden pearl. 
 
David had learned fast; he was better than Mia at teasing my clit, much 
better than my father when it came to pleasuring me with his lips and 
tongue, sucking and lashing my button, making it hard to concentrate on 
Dana's little cleft.  I felt a tension building between my legs, a 
delightful sensation building up, ready to spill over.  He cupped my 
bottom in his hands and drew me closer to his mouth, lashing me with his 
busy tongue. 
 
Despite my distraction, I could tell that Dana was getting close to her 
release.  I redoubled my efforts, swirling my tongue over her tiny clit 
and plunging the vibrator in and out of her passage, making her squirm 
and squeal with delight.  She cried out, a breathless moan, her chest 
heaving as she trembled on the scratchy rug.  I felt her body tense up, 
stiffening, her thighs quivering as she came. 
 
"Ah...ah...ah...Annie...ah...ah...," Dana gasped, finally sitting up and 
pushing my face away from her sex.  I slowly pulled the vibrator from 
her cunny, and she shuddered again, letting out another gasp.  Dana 
leaned over and kissed me, tasting her own juices on her lips, her eyes 
gleaming, a smile spreading from ear to ear. 
 
"You look so beautiful when you come," I whispered.  She smiled even 
wider and stroked my hair as she cradled my head in her lap. 
 
"Thank you, Annie," she murmured.  Then she turned her head to watch 
David, his head buried between my thighs, his tongue busily working over 
my slit.  Now that Dana had come, I could lose myself in the feeling of 
David's loving mouth, ravishing my sex, his hands squeezing my bottom. 
 
I lifted my head off of Dana's lap and rolled over on my back, hiking my 
long skirt up over my hips.  David rolled with me, his mouth never 
leaving my needy sex, licking me, sucking me, making my pleasure grow 
from a tiny kernel, spreading through my whole body.  I could see Dana 
crawling behind him, curling between his legs, her curly black hair 
bobbing as she sucked him back to life.  I pulled my t-shirt over my 
head and cupped my breasts, flicking my nipples with my fingers, making 
them stiffen and stand at attention. 
 
David made me shudder on the carpet when he grazed my clit with his 
teeth, ever so lightly, just a bit of pain to add spice to my pleasure.  
I heard a soft slurp and saw Dana lift her head up from between his legs 
and smile. 
 
"He's hard again," she said, proudly. 
 
"What a good girl you are," I whispered, reaching for her hand and 
squeezing it.  I sat up, gently pushing David's face from my cleft.  He 
looked up at me with a surprised expression on his face, his lips and 
chin wet with my nectar. 
 
"What's wrong?" he asked.  "Didn't I do that right?" 
 
"You did fine," I said, kissing his wet lips.  "I want you in me now."  
He smiled and got up on to his knees, and I pushed my bunched-up skirt 
down my legs.  Dana helped me, freeing my ankles and carefully folding 
the peasant skirt as I reached out and stroked David's beautiful cock, 
still glistening with Dana's saliva.  Laying back on the rug, I guided 
his pole to my sex, rubbing the tip along my wet slit.  He slid in 
easily and laid down on top of me, seeking my lips with his own.  I 
stroked his smooth back as he began to thrust, long slow strokes that 
stoked the fire inside me. 
 
Dana sat behind her brother, watching his penis disappear inside me, 
fascinated at the way his buns tensed and relaxed, the way his balls 
swayed with every thrust.  I rocked my hips in time with his, urging him 
to fill me with his wonderful boycock, to bring me to my peak and push 
me over the edge.  David craned his neck down and took one of my nipples 
in his mouth, sucking it, grazing it lightly with his teeth, sending a 
wave of pleasure through my body.  I felt my climax approaching and 
tightened myself around his shaft, making him gasp with surprise and 
delight.  He began to thrust faster, churning my hungry pussy with his 
pole, and I rocked my hips quicker, trying to keep up with his frenetic 
pace. 
 
"That's right...fuck me...fuck me hard, Davy," I urged him, encouraging 
him to pound me mercilessly.  His hips moved quickly now, his cock 
jackhammering my sex, beads of perspiration breaking out on his brow.  
When he squeezed my breasts I felt my dam breaking, a lake of pleasure 
spilling over, making me quiver and squirm on the scratchy rug.  I 
wrapped my arms and legs around him and dug my heels into his buns, 
spurring him on like a rider on a horse.  David began to swivel his 
hips, pressing his hardness against the sides of my passage, his pubic 
bone grinding into my clit, and I came, loud and hard, letting out a 
shrill cry of delight.  David never stopped, though.  He kept pumping my 
tender pussy like he'd never ever stop. 
 
"Come for me, baby," I cooed, craving the feeling of his cream in my 
cunny. 
 
"Might...take...a while...," he gasped, nearly out of breath.  I 
clenched myself around his shaft, trying to squeeze his orgasm out of 
him, but he kept pounding away at my snatch.  I started to feel a 
soreness coming on, and it felt like Schultzie might have bruised me 
inside. 
 
The vibrator was sitting on the rug next to us, and I reached for it, 
twisting the base and making it hum in my hand.  I brought it down to 
David's crack, running the tip along the length, from his tailbone to 
the base of his balls.  He gasped when he felt this new sensation, and 
his thrusting slowed slightly as I pressed it against his anus. 
 
"What are you doing?" he asked me. 
 
"Relax," I said.  "You'll love this."  I gently pushed the tip into his 
bottom, just barely penetrating his ass.  There was a bit of resistance 
at first, but then he relaxed and yielded to my pressure, his hips still 
rocking against mine, oscillating between the vibrator in his ass and 
the pussy wrapped around his dick. 
 
"Annie, no...," he gasped, but his body had a different opinion on the 
matter, and I felt his cock begin to twitch inside me, spurting his hot 
seed, a feeling of warmth filling my cleft.  I pulled the vibrator away 
and dropped it on the floor, caressing his smooth buns as his thrusts 
began to slow and stop.  He collapsed on top of me, spent, and I kissed 
his sweaty brow and stroked his back, holding him close, savoring the 
feeling of his mocha skin against mine.  Dana, who had been watching us 
the whole time, stretched out next to us, snuggling against our bodies.  
I turned my head and kissed her. 
 
David got up off of me, his softening cock slipping from my messy slit, 
and without a word he grabbed his clothes and magazines and left the 
room, walking down the hall and slamming his bedroom door.  Dana looked 
at me, a confused expression on her face. 
 
"What's the matter with him?" she asked me. 
 
"I think I know," I said.  "Let's clean up this place first."  I wiped 
myself with the semen-stained panties from my father's desk drawer and 
then we gathered the magazines and our clothes, straightening up the 
cushions on the couch and checking the rug for any telltale stains.  
While I returned the magazines and the pair of panties to my father's 
office, Dana dropped our clothes off in her room.  We stood outside 
David's door and knocked.  There was no answer.  I opened the door. 
 
David was lying on his bed, his back to us.  I went over and sat on the 
edge, reaching out to touch him, to caress his smooth skin.  He made no 
effort to stop me. 
 
"Davy, what's wrong?" I asked him. 
 
"That was weird, what you did," he said, still facing away from us. 
 
"David.  Look at me," I said. 
 
"It was gay," he said. 
 
"No, it's not," I replied.  "I don't know how you could say that.  You 
were fucking me like a porn star.  That's not gay and you know it." 
 
"But my ass...you put that thing in there." 
 
"Didn't it feel good?" 
 
"I don't...I..."  His words trailed off and he rolled on to his back.  I 
climbed on to his bed and laid next to him, caressing his smooth cheek, 
bringing my lips to his.  Dana watched for a second and then she, too, 
climbed into bed, laying on the other side of him, laying her head on 
his chest and stroking his flat stomach. 
 
"Lots of men like that feeling," I cooed.  "That doesn't make them gay." 
 
"It doesn't?" 
 
"No.  It's part of your body, and you're allowed to enjoy it.  Didn't it 
feel good?" 
 
"It felt like my whole body was vibrating," he admitted.  I reached down 
for his cock, but Dana was already there, her little hand wrapped around 
her brother's member, slowly stroking it. 
 
"Would you like to try it again?" 
 
"I don't know," he said.  "Maybe."  I kissed him on the lips and he 
smiled. 
 
"Whatever you want to do, Davy," I said.  "I just want to make you feel 
good."  He put his arms around me and Dana, hugging us, caressing our 
backs as we sandwiched him between our bodies, running our hands over 
his coffee-colored skin, cherishing our handsome brother. 
 
"You should try it, Davy," Dana said.  "It feels good when it's inside 
you." 
 
"Okay, lemme smoke another joint and think about it," he said.  We laid 
together for a few more minutes and then he got up and reached into his 
jacket for his pack of cigarettes, pulling out a joint an lighting it.  
The three of us sat cross-legged on his bed, and even Dana tried smoking 
some weed, though she coughed when she tried to inhale the smoke.  She 
must have caught a little buzz, though, because she started to get giddy 
and giggly, trying to tickle me and her brother after we finished 
smoking. 
 
"Okay, I'll try it," David said.  "It's not going to hurt, is it?" 
 
"I'll be gentle," I said, "but you have to let me know if it does, 
okay?" 
 
"Yeah," he replied, stretching out on the bed next to his sister.  She 
wrapped her arms around his body and pulled him on top of her, kissing 
him.  I walked through the bathroom to Dana's bedroom and got the 
vibrator.  I needed lubricant, though, so I went into the master 
bedroom, stepping over Schultzie, who was asleep on the floor, and found 
the tube of KY in the bedside table, returning to David's room.  He was 
curled up between Dana's legs, licking her puffy little lips, probing 
her cleft with his tongue.  She was laying there with an ecstatic 
expression on her face, circling her nipples with her fingertips. 
 
"Can Davy fuck me while you do that?" she asked me. 
 
"Of course," I said.  "Turn over, baby, and get up on your knees."  Dana 
rolled over on to her belly and lifted her little ass as David knelt 
behind her.  His cock was hard again, ready for his sister's tight 
little hole.  I squirted some KY jelly into my palm and stroked his 
hardness, making it glisten in the dim light of his bedroom.  He pushed 
forward with his hips, parting her reddened labia with the tip, sliding 
into his sister's sweet cunny.  Dana sighed and pushed back, grinding 
her ass into his groin as he filled her with his hard meat. 
 
"Ready, Davy?" I asked him. 
 
"I guess," he said, rocking his hips slowly, his cock gliding in and out 
of Dana's pussy with short, shallow strokes.  I squeezed some more KY 
from the tube, covering the vibrator's pink rubber skin and spreading it 
over the stiff shaft.  Then I put some lubricant on my finger and rubbed 
it into David's crack, pressing into his ass, feeling his resistance. 
 
"Relax, baby," I cooed.  "Let me in."  David took a deep breath and I 
felt the ring of muscle in his bottom open for me, letting me spread the 
lubricant inside him.  He held his sister by the hips, pushing her back 
and forth on his shaft, closing his eyes as he got used to this new 
feeling. 
 
"That feels good," he admitted. 
 
"I knew it would," I said.  "Ready for more?"  David nodded.  I pulled 
my finger from his bottom and replaced it with the tip of the vibrator, 
turning it on to its lowest setting.  He gasped and flinched, burying 
his cock in Dana's cunny, but then he pushed back against the vibrator, 
letting me slowly slide it inside his tight bottom.  I turned it up to a 
higher setting as I eased it into his ass. 
 
"I can feel it," Dana gasped.  "It's like his cock is buzzing." 
 
"How's that feel," I asked David, planting a kiss on the small of his 
back, then another on his tailbone and another on his cheek. 
 
"Annie...," he murmured.  "So good..." 
 
"I knew you'd like it," I whispered, kissing his bottom again.  He began 
to thrust now, sliding his beautiful cock in and out of Dana's cleft, 
his eyes closed tightly as he rocked his hips back and forth.  I held 
the vibrator steady, letting him set the pace, making sure no more than 
a couple of inches penetrated his bottom as he fucked Dana from behind. 
 
She was enjoying it, too, savoring the feeling of her brother's smooth 
penis as it buzzed in and out of her sex.  Dana clutched his pillow and 
moaned softly, feeling her pleasure build, well on her way to another 
climax.  I reached under her belly and toyed with her puffy slit with a 
slick finger, feeling the progress of David's slippery shaft as it slid 
in and out of her hungry hole.   
 
The twin sensations of her brother's tool and my busy finger quickly 
brought her to her release, and she fell forward, slipping off of his 
cock.  He quickly entered her again and buried his hardness inside her 
spasming cunny, falling on top of her back, the vibrator still sticking 
out of his bottom.  I turned it up to its highest setting and he began 
to tremble, his hips moving quickly now, fucking his sister with hard 
and fast strokes.  I held the vibe with both hands, sliding it in and 
out of his pumping bottom.  Suddenly he stiffened and groaned, his 
entire body tensing and vibrating as he filled Dana's tight little twat 
with his hot boycum.  She let out a little shriek when she felt him come 
inside her, reaching a second peak of pleasure. 
 
David had stopped thrusting at this point, and he looked exhausted as he 
laid on top of Dana, covering his sister's body with his own.  I turned 
off the vibrator and slowly pulled it from his bottom, feeling him 
shudder as the tip popped out of his anus.  I wiped off the messy toy 
with a tissue and laid it on the bed, stretching out next to the two 
young lovers and caressing them, kissing each set of lips in turn. 
 
David soon recovered from his intense orgasm and climbed off of Dana's 
back.  We took a shower together, soaping up and teasing each other with 
the shower massage wand.  Then we dried off and I put Dana to bed, 
tucking her in and giving her a loving kiss.  She was tired from the pot 
and the sex, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.  I 
kissed her again and turned out the light. 
 
David was sitting naked on his bed, his electric guitar in his lap, an 
unlit joint dangling from his lips.  The guitar wasn't plugged in, but I 
could hear the chords he was strumming, a Pink Floyd song, "Wish You 
Were Here".  He stopped playing and lit the joint when he saw me 
standing at the door. 
 
"That sounded good," I said, sitting down on his bed. 
 
"Thanks," he said, taking a hit off of the joint and handing it to me. 
 
"Have you been playing long?" 
 
"A couple of years," David said.  "I had a few lessons, but I don't have 
time to practice much." 
 
"Could you show me how to play?" 
 
"Sure," he said.  "It's easy."  He handed me the guitar and I held it in 
my lap, the lacquered wood feeling cool against my skin.  David put the 
joint aside and showed me how to hold the pick in my right hand and grip 
the neck with my left. 
 
"I'm left handed," I said.  "Does that make a difference?" 
 
"Jimi Hendrix was, too," David said.  "He played the guitar upside 
down." 
 
I tried that, but it didn't feel right.  I switched back and David began 
to show me how to place my fingers on the fretboard, teaching me a 
simple E minor chord, the first notes of "Wish You Were Here".  I 
strummed the strings, feeling the body of the guitar vibrate against my 
ribs. 
 
"Wow," I said.  "This feels cool." 
 
"Want me to plug it in?" 
 
"No, Dana's sleeping," I said.  "We shouldn't wake her." 
 
"Okay, maybe some other time," David said, picking up the joint and 
relighting it.  He showed me a few more chords, teaching me how to press 
my index finger across the neck, forming a barre, moving it up and down 
the frets.  My hand began to feel tired, and the thinner strings pressed 
into my fingertips, leaving deep red indentations. 
 
"Starting to hurt," I said. 
 
"Yeah, you need calluses," he replied, showing me his fingertips.  There 
were pads of hard flesh beneath the skin.  I held his hand in mine, 
examining it, kissing his palm, taking his index finger and sucking it.  
David smiled and laughed, and I handed the guitar back to him as he 
passed me the joint.  He began to play some more, and I sat next to him, 
laying my head on his shoulder as I listened to him play, puffing on the 
joint and holding it to his lips so he could toke without having to stop 
playing.  He strummed a few songs and then yawned and put the guitar 
aside, leaning it up against his night table. 
 
"Tired, baby?" I asked him. 
 
"Yeah, a little." 
 
"I'll let you get to sleep then," I said, kissing his cheek and climbing 
out of bed. 
 
"Annie, wait." 
 
"What is it, Davy?" 
 
"Come here."  I sat down on his bed again and he kissed me, pressing his 
lips against mine, his tongue swirling over my own. 
 
"I love you, Annie," he whispered. 
 
"I love you, too, Davy."  We kissed again, our hands roaming over each 
other's body. 
 
"Go to sleep, sweetie," I said, after we broke off our kiss. 
 
"Good night, Annie." 
 
Good night, Davy," I said, gently kissing his forehead.  He laid his 
head on his pillow and smiled.  I got up and blew him another kiss, 
turning out his light and closing his door. 
 
Dana was sound asleep, so I quietly put on my little pink nightie and 
kimono and grabbed my journal, heading to the living room to write.  On 
the way, I stopped in the kitchen and poured a glass of wine, bringing 
it out to the couch with me.  I heard the clicking of Schultzie's paws 
in the hallway, and he jumped up on the couch with me, laying his head 
in my lap.  I laid my journal on the arm of the couch so I could write 
with one hand and stroke Schultzie's fur with the other, hearing him 
yawn and fall asleep to the sound of my pen scratching on the paper. 
 
Schultzie woke up and jumped off of the couch when he heard a key in the 
front door lock, wagging his tail as my father and Mia came inside.  I 
could tell that they were both a little tipsy, unsteady on their feet as 
they hung up their coats. 
 
"That's such a pretty nightie, Anne," Mia said, sitting down on the 
couch next to me. 
 
"Thank you," I said.  She reached for my wineglass and took a sip while 
my father poured himself a drink from the bar. 
 
"Her mother used to wear one just like that," he said, taking a drink of 
his scotch.  He sat down on the arm of the couch next to me and stroked 
my hair. 
 
"I know, Daddy," I said.  "That's why I bought it." 
 
"Such a pretty girl," Mia murmured, her words slurring together.  I felt 
her hand on my thigh and I turned my head to face her, to tell her not 
to be so bold in front of my father, but she pressed her lips against 
mine, slipping her tongue between them, seeking my own.  I could feel my 
father behind me, pulling my kimono off of my shoulders, kissing my 
neck.  I caressed Mia's swollen belly as we kissed, bringing my hand up 
to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them through her dress.  She 
moaned softly and broke off our kiss. 
 
"Come to bed with us," she whispered. 
 
"You want me to...?"  I was floored. 
 
"Yes, princess," my father said, fondling my breasts through the bodice 
of the sheer nightie.  "We want to show you how much we love you." 
 
Mia stood up, still wobbling on her feet slightly, and led me by the 
hand, down the hall to their bedroom.  We stood facing each other, my 
father behind her, unzipping her new black maternity dress, pulling it 
from her shoulders, letting it fall around her feet.  He unhooked her 
lacy black bra, letting her breasts spill free, and pulled down her big 
black panties.  Mia and I kissed again as my father held her from 
behind, squeezing her milky breasts as he watched us.  Mia's hands were 
on my bottom, cupping my cheeks, holding me against her belly.  I could 
hear my father unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, taking his shirt 
off so fast that I could hear buttons popping off and rolling under the 
bed. 
 
"Lay back, Annie," Mia whispered, gently guiding me to the bed.  I 
shrugged off my kimono and laid on my back, feeling her tug at the sheer 
pink panties I was wearing.  She began to kiss my legs, starting at my 
feet and working up my thighs, gently kissing my sex, probing my cleft 
with her tongue. 
 
My father was naked now, kneeling on the bed, next to my head, his cock 
hard and throbbing.  He leaned over me and I took it in my mouth, 
swirling my tongue over the tip, bathing his shaft as it sunk into my 
mouth.  Mia had found my clit, teasing it from under its hood, lashing 
it with her tongue.  I wondered if she could taste the traces of David's 
semen inside me, and the thought of this made my belly start to tingle 
with naughty pleasure.  I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling 
of her lips and tongue as my father began to rock his hips, sliding his 
cock in and out of my mouth. 
 
"She's wet for you, Frank," Mia said, looking up from between my legs.  
"Take her.  I want to see you take her."  My father chuckled and pulled 
his cock from between my lips, taking his wife's place between my legs.  
Mia laid down next to me and watched as he pressed his hardness against 
my cunny. 
 
"She really is wet," he said, slowly entering me with one long stroke.  
David's lovely cock had felt wonderful inside me, but it still couldn't 
compare to my father's big tool, stretching me, filling me. 
 
"Oh, Daddy...," I moaned.  I loved this feeling, but I couldn't help but 
wonder what had happened tonight between my father and Mia, whether he'd 
confronted her about our encounter in her office or whether she'd 
suspected that I'd been letting him have his way with me.  Either way, 
she didn't seem upset about this.  Quite the contrary, she had a hungry 
expression on her face as she watched her husband's cock disappear 
inside his daughter's pussy. 
 
My father began to thrust, long hard strokes that pushed me back and 
forth over the duvet.  Mia leaned down and kissed me, fondling my 
breasts as our tongues met and melted together.  I felt her hand moving 
lower, over my belly, between my legs, feeling my father's shaft as it 
pistoned in and out, finding my clit and rubbing it.  I almost bit her 
tongue as a wave of pleasure surged through my body, and I had to break 
off my kiss lest I draw blood. 
 
"Will you lick me?" Mia asked.  I nodded, and she drew herself up on her 
knees and straddled my face, leaning forward so my father had room to 
fuck me.  Her pussy was barely an inch from my mouth, and I cupped her 
bottom, drawing her closer to me.  She was wet, soaking wet, her nectar 
dripping on my chin as I probed her cleft with my tongue, seeking out 
her little pearl and teasing it.  Mia put her hands on the headboard and 
began to rock her pelvis over my mouth, and I stuck out my tongue and 
licked the length of her slit. 
 
My father was thrusting fast and hard now, the way he'd done me that 
first time in his office, the way I'd seen him with Krystle.  No wonder 
he wanted me instead of Mia tonight, I thought.  He was too drunk to be 
gentle.  I began to moan, happy to be able to give voice to my pleasure 
instead of muffle it.  This seemed to inflame Mia's passions, and she 
pressed her pussy down on my mouth, humping my lips.  I sucked her 
swollen clit, making her gasp and press down even harder.  I could 
barely see over her belly, but I knew she was kneading her breasts as 
she straddled my face. 
 
I felt it building gradually, a tidal wave of pleasure that grew from 
between my legs, where my father's veiny shaft was sawing in and out.  I 
wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my heels against the small of 
his back, encouraging him to pound my messy twat, hard, fast, deep.  He 
began to slam me relentlessly, his groin banging against my sex, bashing 
my clit with each stroke.  The tidal wave broke on my shores, washing 
over my whole body, and I tightened my grip on Mia's humping bottom, 
screaming into her sex as I came beneath her.  She ran her fingers 
through my hair and pressed my face against her wet snatch. 
 
I came again and again, and still my father kept thrusting, pounding my 
spasming pussy, his fleshy glans dragging over that sensitive spot 
inside me.  Burying my face in Mia's folds, I sucked her clit as hard as 
I could, feeling her begin to quiver and shake on top of me, moaning as 
she humped back and forth.  I felt my father's hand on her bottom, 
probing her crack with his fingers, seeking her nether hole as I cupped 
her cheeks and lashed her clit.  As the tidal wave receded, I could 
concentrate on her sex again, assaulting her with my tongue, trying to 
push her over the edge. 
 
Mia let out a low moan and began to quiver on top of me, a gush of 
moisture pouring from her slit.  I drank it down and kept ravishing her 
sex, squeezing her quivering bottom.  Her whole body shook with the 
force of her orgasm, and there was another flow of nectar, her juices 
dripping down my face and soaking into the duvet.  She shook again, not 
as hard this time.  I could see her breasts heaving over her belly and 
then she fell to the bed, laying on her side, breathing heavily, a 
contented smile on her face. 
 
"Anne...," she whispered leaning over me and kissing my wet lips, 
tasting her own juices on my tongue. 
 
"That's so hot," my father said, still pounding my pussy, though not as 
fast now.  "Watching you two kiss..."  Mia smiled at him and kissed me 
again, and I could feel my father's cock grow even bigger inside me, 
hard as steel, his glans flaring like a cobra's hood.  He grunted once, 
a low guttural sound, and then he began to come, spurting his hot thick 
semen in my passage, filling me with his sweet daddycum. 
 
"So good, Daddy..." 
 
"Baby..." 
 
"Stay in me, Daddy..." 
 
"Annie..." 
 
My father's thrusts began to slow, his softening cock gliding over a 
carpet of his sperm, and then he collapsed on top of me, his skin 
shining with perspiration.  Mia snuggled up against us, stroking her 
husband's back, her breasts pressed against my arm, her belly against my 
side.  I turned and kissed her again, feeling my father's lips on my 
neck and shoulders.  He began to slip out of me, and I let out a sigh as 
I suddenly felt empty. 
 
My father rolled off of my body, laying next to me, caressing me just as 
Mia was doing.  I slipped my arms around their shoulders, savoring the 
wonderful feeling of their flesh against mine.  The day had started with 
a disappointment, with Jean-Paul rejecting my advances, and an encounter 
with the dog that left me frightened and panicky, but now everything was 
perfect.  I'd had so much fun with David and Dana, and now my father and 
my stepmother had invited me into their marriage bed and let me pleasure 
them.  My world was perfect now.  I started to get up, thinking that I 
should spent the night in my own bed, but my father stopped me. 
 
"Stay with us," he said.  I looked at Mia and she nodded.  I laid back 
down between them and smiled to myself.  Maybe I should move here, I 
thought.  Mia excused herself and went to use the bathroom, returning a 
minute later, and then it was my father's turn.  By the time he came 
back to bed I was half asleep, wondering if this had all been a dream, 
that I'd wake up on the cot in Dana's room.  I began to fall asleep 
between them, remembering how I'd climb into my parents' bed when I was 
just a little girl every time there was a thunderstorm. 
 
 
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