we made was that we would only bring a round an agreed amount, £100, we couldn’t and wouldn’t bring anymore, so we would ensure we remained friends at the end of the evening!  We seldom played until there was an outright winner.  It proved to work well and we all had our share of success.

 

We sat around the kitchen table and the evening started with our usual sparring of smaller hands, nobody wanting to get out too soon.  After a short time, Stella came home and the attention of the room was distracted from the poker game for a spell.  There’s no denying it, Stella, is a hot piece of ass, all boobs and bum, great legs too.  She has never been the prettiest of girls but with a body like hers and her firm and proud 36DDs she has never been short of a male admirer.  I had admired her body from afar on many occasions, and while you may object to her clothes and think that she dresses and behaves like a bit of a tart in front of men, she is still my daughter and I had never had serious sexual feelings about her.  Sure the odd thought popped into my head if I happened to catch her in s a state of undress, but nothing I would ever follow up.

 

Stella’s clothes this evening were no different to her usual on the town attire, short skirt, tight top, and from the way her breasts bounced around under that top, no bra either.  This was nothing knew to me, of course, but the other guys couldn’t help but pass admiring glances as she walked around, when they thought I wasn’t watching of course!

 

She had come home early because none of her crowd had gone out that night, being a Thursday I guess they were waiting for the weekend, but she had just come back from Uni and had wanted to see as many people as possible before she went back on Sunday, but she lucked out tonight.

 

It was still early and it was clear that Stella was getting a bit bored, there was nothing on the TV and she kept wandering in to where we had our game to see how we were doing.

 

She watched us for a bit, helped herself to a drink and got one for all of us too. I wasn’t too sorry because I’m sure that was the reason I started to do quite well and went from being down on the night to leader quite quickly, as I said, she was proving to be quite a distraction to the rest. 

 

She eventually asked if she could play a hand or 2, saying that she could do with winning some money.  I was reluctant but the guys persuaded me to let her so I spotted her some cash.  Needless to say she soon lost it all.  She asked for some more money but I told her that I needed it for the game and I’d be out pretty quickly if she kept on.

 

She grudgingly accepted but still hung around us. I continued to win so I wasn’t sorry!  She said that she wanted to play another hand and I said that she’d have to find some money then.  She said she didn’t have any and then a mischievous grin came on her face.  “I’ll tell you what” she said “I’ll play one hand.  I’ll bet my with my clothes, if I don’t win the hand I’ll take my top off and wait on you this evening, but you all have to put £10 in the pot.  Whoever has the best hand keeps the money, hopefully me!”.

 

Nobody said anything, obviously they were waiting for me to speak so I said “No deal”. You could almost hear the dismay, until I continued, “for £50 you have to wait on us completely naked”.  (Turn dismay into delight in a heartbeat).  I’d no idea why I said it, it just came out, I guess I didn’t want Stella to have it all on her own terms.  “Deal” she said (cue very loud silent cheers from my mates!).

 

So we played the hand, it was straight best hand wins, no bluffs, blinds, raises or anything, and Stella lost.  She was a bit unlucky, only Ed beat her hand but still ‘a deals a deal’ as I said to her.  I was far more excited at the thought of finally seeing these breasts up close than I imagined I would be.

 

We all stared at her as she slowly, teasingly, lifted her top above her head, revealing those beauties.  They were bigger than I’d expected, and they were flawless, perfectly rounded, delicate areole and the most suckable nipples I had ever seen.  I don’t think any of us had breathed before she inched down her skirt, her breasts hanging towards the floor as she slipped the skirt over her feet.  With no hesitation, she then repeated the exact same feat with her panties, revealing her lovely trimmed pussy.  I don’t know why it surprised me that she trimmed it, I guess I’d never thought of it before!  She turned to put her clothes down in the other room, giving us a good look at that incredible ass of hers, it looked so firm, full and rounded, J-Lo would have been jealous!  She ‘accidentally’ dropped her panties and bent down to pick them up, giving us an even more glorious view.

 

True to her word she walked back in and offered to get us drinks, nobody refused of course and I think some of us had even taken a breath by now!  She truly was a vision.  She put Geoff’s drink down first and made a point of putting it in the centre of the table so she could lean across, letting her breasts dangle.  God she was a tart!  Geoff leaned back in his chair to admire the view from behind, and Geoff being Geoff (he always fancied himself as a ‘ladies’ man) said to her “thanks love, you’re a real star” and as he did so he gave Stella a playful little pat on the behind, leaving his hand there a fraction longer than he should.  Stella laughed “cheeky” she said, also playfully.  “I don’t think any of us can compare to you in the cheek stakes” Geoff said.  We all laughed, more nervous laughter than anything I guess.

 

My drink came next and I didn’t see why I should miss out “I’d have to agree with you Geoff” I said as she leaned across to put it down “it is quite an ass” and I gave her behind a little pat, and it has to said I did run my hand over those cheeks a little.  She laughed again “DAD!” she exclaimed, smiling.  And so it went for the other three guys, they all copped a feel of her lovely ass.

 

“This is all well and good” Stella said “you’re all having fun but I still haven’t won a penny!”. “I tell you what, let me play another hand, £10 each again. If I lose I’ll let you all spend some time on my tits instead of groping my ass, 10 seconds each”. 

 

“Me included?” I asked.  “Sure, if you want” she said as if it was water off a duck’s back.  “OK, 20 seconds” I responded.  She thought about it for a second before agreeing. 

 

I don’t think the anticipation could have been greater, if she lost we were all gonna get those tits, me included, and she did!  Poor thing didn’t even get a pair, she only had a high card of 8 of hearts.  (As Geoff pointed out she did have the best pair of any of us but they didn’t count!)

 

“OK, so who’s first?” she said.  “Well honey” I replied “since I’m the one who’s had to put up with those things bouncing around all over this house for so long, I think I’d better ‘go first’!”

 

Stella simply walked over to me, her breasts level with my face, it was an awe inspiring sight.  I raised my hands to cup those magnificent things, whoever said more than a handful was a waste, had never had their hands on these!  They were as smooth and firm as they looked, but also quite soft to the touch.  I rolled them in my hands for a moment before taking her nipples into my mouth.  What a feeling.  The greatest breasts I had ever tasted.  Quite what the other guys thought about seeing a father suck his daughter’s tits right in front of them was anyone’s guess but on reflection I’m sure that after they got over the shock and excitement at such a lewd act, they just wanted to have their turn.

 

In no time I heard someone from a far off land say “20 seconds”. That bastard Geoff, he would be timing me!  I reluctantly broke off.  “My turn” Geoff said and without any hesitation Stella walked over to Geoff and he ‘took his turn’!  Everyone took their turn.  Last to go was Ed, “Christ, you’re not much older than my granddaughter” he said, just before he buried his head in the youngest pair of tits he’d had in about 40 years!

 

Although I don’t understand it, it was incredibly exciting watching my friends’ mouths impaled on my daughter’s tits.  I had never thought of myself as a voyeur before, but maybe I was, and with my daughter!

 

I don’t think any of us knew where to go from there, including Stella, so we carried on with the game.  The atmosphere was incredibly sexually charged.  Stella carried on as if nothing had happened, continuing to wait on us. 

 

It wasn’t long before we all found ourselves involved in a big pot, £100.  I’m sure that this was more through a lack of concentration than all of us having good hands.  Stella noticed this, “blimey” she said “£100. I didn’t know you guys were such high rollers!”.  We were about to reveal our cards when Stella said “Hold on. I have a new deal, whoever wins this hand gives me their winnings” she paused “And I’ll give them the best blowjob they’ll ever have”. Our jaws literally hit the floor.  She continued “you all obviously think you have a good hand, but you know the other guys must have too, so you don’t know where you stand which is why you all checked in the last round of betting”  (she clearly understood more of this game than I realised) “so really, even if you hold the winning hand, you’ll only really be losing £20. £20 for the blowjob of your life, has to be the bargain of the century!”.  It did seem to make some kind of twisted sense but none of us were thinking that clearly.  They all cast glances in my direction. “Does that include me?” I asked.  Stella laughed “I guess, if you want me to, Daddy” emphasising the last word suggestively.  I didn’t think it would be me because I only had a pair of 10s.

 

I looked around.  “Do we all agree?” I asked, like there was any doubt.  “OK then, let’s see the cards”.  I turned my cards over first, Geoff revealed a pair of 5s and looked totally pissed, Ed had a pair of 8s, Tony had an Ace high with nothing else.  My god, it was going to be me, would I/could I go through with it?  I never found out because Tim turned over three Jacks.  The look on his face was priceless, like he’d won the lottery.  Now Tim is no looker at all and, there’s no other word for it, he’s fat.  Stella smiled, still without hesitation she picked up the money and said. “OK then, let’s do it”.  It didn’t appear to faze her at all that he looked as he did.  She took Tim by the hand and led him up to her room. 

 

We all sat there in silence, none of us sure what to say or do.  Some little time expired and they still hadn’t returned.  I said that I’d better go and make sure she was alright, fatherly instincts finally kicking in, albeit a little late.  I went up to her room and as I approached I could hear groaning noises.  Stella’s bedroom door was ajar and I pushed it open a little.  I was greeted with the sight of my daughter on all fours on her bed being fucked from behind by Tim. 

 

Stella must have heard the door, she turned to me and said “its ok Dad, he’s paying me well for it”.  Tim looked towards me with a look of horror on his face and it was clear that the sight of me seeing him fuck my daughter caused him to instantly orgasm, as the noises each of them made testified.

 

I smiled wistfully but didn’t say anything and walked back down to the table.  “Everything ok?” Geoff said.  “Yeah.  I think Tim’s game is done for the evening.” I replied. Before anyone responded Stella appeared a little sheepishly and duly collected all of the money Tim had left.  “Jesus. Does that mean what I think it means?” Geoff said.  Stella laughed and picked up Tim’s coat.  I said I’d take it and I handed it to Tim who was standing by the door looking very embarrassed.  I assured him it was ok and we’d talk later.  Stella watched from the kitchen doorway, curious about what I would do.

 

“So what’s the deal?” Geoff said.  “Is that offer only on the table for Tim?”.  It seems the fact that I was her father had been lost to him with the thought that he could fuck this girl, if he was willing to pay.  “How much you got” Stella said.  Geoff had about £80 left., not as much as Tim had.   Tony had about £100 but Ed only had £50 left.  I was the only one left who was up on the night.  “Well, you have to go ‘all in’, no negotiation, I can set the minimum at £80 for a suck and fuck but £50 can only get a suck”.  My daughter, the whore!  She looked at me and my stack, about £150. I held up my hands “Don’t look at me honey, I aint paying you for sex.  But if you want to do this with these guys, it’s your body”.  I tried to make it sound light and funny, but it’s not really something that it’s easy to make a joke out of!

 

Geoff was up and had handed over his money almost before I’d finished speaking.  Stella took him upstairs.  I sat there silently with Ed and Tony. After a bit I ‘owed’ it to Stella to check in on her.  Sure enough by now Geoff was fucking her.  He was on top of her giving her his all.  I realised this was not necessarily the best position to view as this somewhat ‘disturbed’ voyeur that I had become.  I can’t explain it but I did find it incredibly erotic to watch my daughter being fucked.

 

Geoff, left with a smile on his face that only comes from having fucked a girl with a body like Stella’s.  Tony was next and I was left downstairs with Ed, it wasn’t time to check in on them yet.  Ed looked a bit fed up that he was only gonna get a BJ, how many more chances was he going to get to fuck a 19 year old girl with a body like that, he whined.  I admit I did sympathise with him.  I could see that Ed was building up to something and sure enough it came. “Jack. You couldn’t spot me £30 could you?”.  Ed was asking me if I would lend him money to fuck my daughter.  I laughed.  “Tell you what, if I lend it to you, you pay me back double”.  If I ever saw a frown turned upside down this was it.  Ed didn’t even think about it.  What had I become, my daughter may be acting like a whore, but now I’m practically pimping her!

 

After Tony left, Stella came back to the kitchen to find that Ed now had £80, if she forgot or wondered how he came by it she didn’t let it on, she just led him by the hand up to her room.  I decided to watch the whole thing through the door this time, I had nobody else to entertain!  Stella let Ed suck some more on those fine titties before she began undoing his trousers, and like a pro, she soon had his cock out and in her clearly very skilful mouth.  She wasn’t kidding about the best BJ ever by the looks of it.  Slow, long deep sucks, gradually building up to a faster pace, taking his whole length in her mouth with each suck.  Ed said that he wanted to fuck her now, I guess he knew he would probably only be able to cum once.  He asked for her to go on top and she duly obliged, bouncing up and down furiously on this guy, about 3 times her age.  Stella clearly loved sex and Ed clearly loved it too as it wasn’t long before he climaxed. 

 

Stella stayed in her room this time as I saw Ed out, he couldn’t speak he just smiled at me!  I went up to Stella’s room and asked if I could come in.  She said yes and she was sat on her bed still naked.  I smiled at her and sat next to her.  I ran my finger up and down her thigh. “Quite an evening you’ve had honey” I said “You’ve made yourself a lot of money”.  “I know! You don’t mind do you , Dad?  I’ve never done anything like that before….for money I mean!” and she smiled cheekily.  I smiled back at her and leaned forward and kissed her.  I didn’t know what she’d do but she didn’t back away, in fact she kissed me back.  I moved my hand to her breast and circled her nipple with my thumb.  I broke from the kiss and moved my head down to those breasts again, my god they were truly amazing, I could have stayed there for hours, savouring each suck, nibble and kiss. 

 

“I thought you said you didn’t want it” Stella said as I continued to suckle at her breast. I tore myself away from them and looked her in the eye “No.  I said that I wouldn’t pay for it.  But you can bet your sweet ass that I most definitely am getting it!”.  We smiled at each other and embraced in a deep sensual kiss.  I laid her back on the bed and moved on top of her.  It was almost like her pussy sucked me in I fit in so easily and snugly.  She was surprisingly tight and in no time I was pumping furiously into my daughter.  Stella was obviously enjoying it too, she made more pleasurable noise with me than with the others. “Oh God yes, harder Dad, fuck me harder Daddy”.  What’s a father to do?  I fucked her as hard as I could before finally unleashing spurt after spurt of semen into her.  I had never in my life felt so purely happy.

 

That is until Stella rolled me onto my back and started to blow me!  Oh my god, it was even better than it looked. Her technique was remarkable, the way she used her tongue was mind-blowing, .  I couldn’t help but wonder who taught her how to do this – I remain her father after all and she certainly didn’t learn it from her mother! She interspersed the BJ with the boob job of all time.  To see my cock between those 2 perfect tits was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. 

 

That is until she decided she need to be fucked again and she climbed on top of me. Riding me like she’d been just spent a year in a convent, or perhaps a better analogy would be a year in prison!  I’d never been fucked so hard in my life and to look up at her, or more to the point, to look up at those breasts bouncing in every possible direction as she fucked me, was a sight that will remain with me forever.  Needless to say I had to grab hold of them, if only for protection!

 

I decided it was time for a change so I moved her off of me and I positioned myself behind her.  I made long hard strokes deep into her pussy, looking at that delicious ass as I pounded away, lightly fingering her ‘other’ hole at the same time.  I got up a real head of steam and she moaned loudly with each thrust, encouraging me to fuck her harder. 

 

I knew there was one more thing I needed to try before the night was done.  I withdrew and positioned my cock at the entrance to her ass.  Stella tensed, was this something she hadn’t done before?  Well if it was she didn’t have long to wait as I eased my full length gently into her ass.  “Oh fuck”, she practically screamed “Fuck”.

 

I had never fucked anally before, my wife never went for it when I broached the subject.  Now here I was, my first anal fuck, inside my daughter. I hadn’t moved my penis since entering her ass.  “Are you ok honey?” I asked (kind, caring Daddy!) “Have you ever done it this way before?”. 

 

“No” she said. “I mean yes I’m fine and no I haven’t been fucked in the ass before Daddy, but I want you to, oh god I want you to.  Please fuck me in the ass Daddy”.  I took it steady at first, breaking in a virgin ass but soon she was crying out for me to go harder.  Christ! She really did love a good hard fucking, what a girl, my little girl! 

 

I knew I was close to climaxing again but I didn’t want to do it in her ass, I pulled out and turned her over onto her back just in time for me to unload over those great big titties.  Another sight for the memory banks to store forever, my daughters perfect, big breasts covered in my cum. 

 

I was, quite literally, shagged out by now and fortunately she was too.  We fell asleep in her bed.  I woke up through the night and wondered about the events of the night before and how she would react in the morning.  How would she feel after fucking her old man?  I have to admit I felt a wide ranging mixture of emotion, everything from shame to elation.  She might never speak to me again.  I decided I had to face it so I stayed with her and eventually drifted off to sleep again. 

 

It turned out I needn’t have worried.  I was awoken the next morning by a strange sensation.  My cock felt all wet.  I looked under the bedcovers to find my daughter sucking enthusiastically on my cock again.  She looked up at me and smiled and I smiled back, scarcely believing how lucky I had become.  I phoned in sick for work that day.  Stella was going back to Uni on Sunday and my wife was due back Saturday.  I knew that I couldn’t afford to miss a single second of fucking my daughter.

d school was out so there wasn’t any homework to worry about.
After my shower, I put on a thin nightshirt that came to just above my knees
and a pair of panties, just like I always did. I kissed Daddy goodnight, went
to my room and text messaged my friends until I got sleepy. I never heard him
open the door to my room. I didn’t wake up until I heard him call me and felt
his lips on my forehead.

           “Baby
Girl, it’s time.”

           He
always called me that. He was in my bed, holding me in his strong arms. I woke
up dazed, confused and a little bit scared.

           I
must have been deeply asleep for a long time. All the lights were off but there
were a lot of candles flickering about my room. Some soft music I had never
heard before was playing on my CD player. I could smell the same sweet delicate
odor I used to smell coming from the master bedroom on some nights when Mom was
still alive.

           He
kissed my forehead again.

           “Daddy,”
I screamed and tried to push him away. “What are you doing? Time? Time for
what?”

           He
was too strong to push away so I tried to pull away from him and jump out of
bed but he was too quick and too strong. It was like he knew what I was going
to do before I did it. As I struggled and screamed he just held me, not enough
to hurt but enough to make sure I couldn’t get away.

           “It’s
time for you to learn about the pleasure that comes from men and women sharing
their bodies with each other. Do you understand what I’m saying to you, Baby
Girl?”

           Of
course I understood. I was young but I wasn’t stupid.

           “No”
I screamed at him. “You’re my father. You, you can’t do this to me Daddy.
Fathers aren’t supposed to going around raping their daughters. Stop. Let me
go. Let me go!”

           I
fought him. At least I tried. He held me so close that my punches didn’t have
any force. I couldn’t get any power behind my kicking and kneeing either. My
nails were far too short to be effective weapons. I even tried to bite him.
Nothing worked. Just because he was an independent software analyst working out
of a home office didn’t mean he was a wimp. He was strong, agile, and fast.

           His
voice finally penetrated my brain through my screams. He was calmly whispering,
“Honey, it’s going to happen. It’s going to happen.”

           Those
words sent a chill through me and took all my strength away. As far back as I
could remember, those five words had always settled everything, good or bad.
They ended all discussion, dispute or disagreement. Any further struggle or
protest would be futile. I knew my daddy was going to rape me and there wasn’t
anything I could do stop him.

           “Go
ahead, rape me. I’ll tell the police and go to court and hope you rot in jail.”
I screamed at him and called him all the names a thirteen year old knew. The
tears turned from a trickle to a flood.

           He
just held me for a moment. Then he whispered, “Baby Girl, you can hate me all
you want for as long as you want, but I want your first time to be a good time
with someone who loves you and knows what he is doing. I don’t want you ripped
open by some pimply faced kid who isn’t concerned about you and who just wants
to get his rocks off so he can brag to his buddies.”

           “Sure,”
I tried to spit in his face. “This is just for me. What a great first time,
being raped by my father. You’re just a dirty old man who gets off on raping
young girls and it’s even better if it’s your daughter!”

           He
chuckled. Can you imagine that? He chuckled!

           “Oh,
Baby Girl, of course I’ll enjoy you. I am after all a man, but if all I wanted
was a little bit of chicken I could buy all it off the street.”

           Then
he began to softly stroke my hair. His touch was the same gentle fatherly touch
I had felt all of my life. His kisses on my forehead and cheek were the same as
they had always been.

           Daddy
lifted my chin. I could feel his looking at me but I kept my eyes squeezed
tightly shut. I didn’t want to see him. I wanted to die. The tears continued to
flow down my cheeks even though I had stopped sobbing. His soft lips tenderly
kissed my eyes. “Kissing the tears away” was what he used to call it when I
would run to him crying because I’d fallen or something had frightened me.

           My
conscience mind rebelled as he continued to kiss my eyes and cheeks but another
part felt safe, warm and even secure. I smiled and hated myself for it as he
nibbled the end of my nose as he did when I was just a little kid. His lips
tenderly brushed against my own before his tongue gently parted them.

           I
had been kissed by boys a few times before but this was different. The boys
about my age tried to mash your face in. The older boys seemed like they were
trying to choke you with their tongues. My daddy wasn’t like that. His kiss was
an invitation. I found myself unclenching my teeth to welcome his tongue into
my mouth. He didn’t go much further past my teeth before pulling back and
lovingly running his tongue along my lips. My own tongue followed his and when
they touched, a circuit somewhere in my body closed. A current shot through me.
He sucked my tongue into his own mouth, released it, and kissed my bottom lip
and then my neck.

           A
soft moan escaped from my parted lips. My body squirmed.

           One
hand embraced me while the other soothingly caressed my shoulders, then my
back. He traced my spine to my butt. His fingers lightly traced the fissure of
my rear before stroking the back of my thigh. He wasn’t groping blindly. He
moved up my side and cradled one of my small breasts in one hand while lowering
his head to the other.

           I
was still wearing my nightshirt but I could feel the pressure of his lips as he
took my nipple into his mouth. Another circuit closed and fire shot through me.
My nipples were so hard. I couldn’t breath.

           “Daddy,
no, this is wrong.” I was gasping.

           Tightening
his lips around my nipple he began flicking it with his tongue, completely
ignoring my protest. He nibbled and sucked my little A-cup breasts, moving his
mouth from one to the other. His free hand roamed all over me, caressing me,
stroking my back, thighs, butt and stomach. Touching me, touching me
everywhere, I clinched my legs and found my panties wet. I didn’t want him to
touch me down there but tightening my thighs made my soaked panties push and
rub against my opening sending throbbing pulses through me.

           Moving
quicker than even I thought he could move, he grabbed the waist band of my
panties and pulled them down to my knees. He knelt beside me and with one
strong arm he lifted my legs and bent me almost double. I couldn’t do anything
as he pulled my panties off.

           He
shifted his position again. My screams of protest turned to guttural moans as
the lips that once covered my nipples pushed back the protective hood of the
little button hidden in the folds between my legs. His tongue circled that
bundle of nerves and I lifted my hips to his mouth. I had never felt anything
like that before. My body shuddered and I could feel juices flowing out of me.
I just kept gasping and moaning as he lapped my slit. I could hear him softly
slurping as he drank from me. His tongue wandered everywhere down there. It
pushed and circled my button, traced my lips before pushing against the little
flap of skin that blocked the entrance to my tunnel. He licked me up and down.
Sometimes he’d force the hood back and take my button between his lips, sucking
it hard while stabbing it with the tip of his tongue.

           My
body was on fire. My blood was boiling and my mind confused. He’d let my legs
down but I kept them as wide apart as I could for him. I’d grab his head to
pull him away only to push him to another spot where I needed his lips and
tongue. My lips would form the word “No” but it would only come out “Oh-h” as
I’d lift my hips and push against his face. I wanted him to stop, honest I did,
but I knew I would die if he did.

           “Daddy,
Daddy, oh, please, right there, right there, Oh-h Daddy.”

           I
felt the bed move as he shifted his weight. I thought I heard a snapping sound.
Later I figured out he was removing his pajama bottoms, but all I knew then was
that his head was no longer between my thighs and I was still burning.

           Opening
my eyes, I saw his face glistening with the liquid from my kitten. He lowered
his fact to mine and kissed me. I thought I would be repulsed but it wasn’t
gross at all. I could taste and smell me on his face. Our tongues played again.
I was ashamed by the pleasure I felt as we explored each others mouths. I liked
my juice from his cheek and joyfully received his tongue, sucking on it has he
did mine.

           He
took my bottom lip between his own and as he nibbled it I felt something hard
pressing between the folds of my kitten’s slit. His strong hands were holding
my legs wide open. I knew what that hard probing thing was but before I could
move, before I could panic, before I could even take a deep breath, I felt a
sharp stabbing pain.

           He
was in me. He was in me. Sliding into me. Deeper, deeper. Stretching me,
forcing me open for the first time. Hard, so hard, thick, thick, and going
deeper into me. Filling me. Filling me up. My daddy’s dick was filling me up.
His hands keeping my legs apart, so wide apart. Making me take all of him
inside of me. Slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, but never stopping. In me, in me.
Colored flashbulbs firing without pattern in my mind

           “Daddy!
Daddy! Daddy! Oh! Oh! Oh, Daddy!”

           Stretching,
stretching. So big, so hard and thick and deep inside of me. All the way up
inside of me. I’m full, I’m so full.

           He
eased my legs down but I couldn’t move. I lay pinned to the bed with him
between my legs and totally inside of me. I was panting like a dog on a hot
July day. My body was quivering and shaking. With each twitch I could feel him
within of me.

           Shifting
his weight again, he began to slowly pull out of me. I was still gasping but I
though it was over. I was glad but sort of disappointed. I had expected more.
It didn’t hurt a lot, but I didn’t see any big deal.

           When
he was a little more than half way out he slowly started to push it back into
me again.

           “O-o-o
Daddy,” I moaned as I felt his hardness filling me once more. Again, he was all
the way inside of me. Then he began pulling back. When he began his push again,
I was prepared for it. I held my breath as he thrust into me.

           The
pattern was established. Slowly he would pull back to slowly push in to slowly
pull back, over and over again. I began to rock with him, to open my legs
wider. I began to savor the feeling of fullness of him inside me. I was so wet.
I could feel it running from my slit and trickling between the cheeks of my
behind. I began lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.

           I
needed him in me. I needed that thick hard flesh stuffed inside of me. I ground
myself into him. Pushing hard against him, gasping each time he plunged into
me. He would pull almost completely out of me before unhurriedly slipping it
in. He was making me crazy.

           “Faster
Daddy. Harder, harder. Put it deep in me Daddy, deep in me.”

           He
heard me and started driving his hard shaft into me faster and faster.

           “Yes,
yes, Daddy,” I screamed. I moaned. I felt a series of spasms rocking my body as
he FUCKED me. Yes, I knew the word. I had heard it before but now I really knew
what it meant. I could feel him pounding into me. My breasts were bouncing from
the force of his thrusts. His big dick, so hard and thick, slamming into me. My
body was out of control. The muscles of my tunnel were contracting around his
thickness. My legs wide open but my feet on the bed driving my hips up to meet
him. I was screaming “Daddy, Daddy” again and again. I was crying, dieing,
gasping, tearing at him, whimpering.

           Faster…Faster…Harder…

           I
could hear him moaning “Baby Girl, oh my Baby Girl.”

           He
seemed to grow harder and push even deeper into my newly opened gash. His
strokes were long and hard. I could feel his balls slapping against me. We were
both moaning and screaming. My legs were stretched so wide I didn’t have any
leverage to grind my tight slippery slot against him, but I wanted to. Boy, how
I wanted to. I wanted to get every one of his pile-driving thrusts as deep into
me as I could.

           “Daddy,
Daddy, Daddy!”

           “Baby
Girl, so tight, so sweet Oh, Oh!”

           He
rammed into me hard, hesitated a second and then slammed into me again.

           “Ahh,
ahh, Oh, shit,” he screamed. A sob came from his parted lips. I felt him
tremble inside me as he exploded. His body shuddered. I felt even fuller as he
spilled his juice. He didn’t move. He stayed rammed up inside me as he fired
load after load.

           As
he began to gently kiss my face, I could feel the overflow seeping out of me as
he softened. He stroked my hair. Daddy told me how much he loved me and how
well I had moved from virgin hood.

           Finally,
he slipped totally out of me. He moved from between my thighs and lay beside me
holding my hand. We didn’t speak. The soft music was still playing as the
candles flickered. A musky odor now mingled with the sweet smell of incense.

           I
felt warm and peaceful but every muscle was tired for the exertion. I was
exhausted. My kitten, or was it now a cat, felt battered and sore, but still
tingled pleasantly. I had to pee but didn’t think my legs could hold me.

           Rolling
over, I laid my head on my Daddy’s chest. I slowly rubbed his taunt muscled
stomach. I was curious. I wanted to see and touch what he had put inside of me
but I wasn’t quite ready.

           “Daddy?”

           “Yes,
Baby Girl.”

           “After
I go to the bathroom and rest a little, can we do that again?”

ied to carry on with my life. I hadn’t had sex since that one time with Jacy, and really hadn’t wanted to. Not because I was impotent or gay or anything, but more because the first time ended up scaring the hell out of me. This is not to say I was sexually dead inside. I masturbated at least once most every day and my personal relationships began to be with pornographic video and silicone masturbators instead of real women. I spent a lot of time on the internet with adult sites and message boards talking to lonely people like me who were just trying to get off. The idea of a real relationship was scary for me and all I could think about was getting another girl pregnant by accident. I guess I went a little off the deep end and became obsessed with avoiding relationships at all cost.

I tried to fill my time with school work and activities like weight lifting during college, but the thought of my daughter always filled my mind. By the time of my college graduation, I could think of nothing but how my daughter was doing so I made up my mind to seek her out and try to start a relationship. I knew it might come with heartaches and hard times, but I decided it was worth the shot. I was twenty five years old when I finally found the foster parents. They were living in a different city now and it took some time to track them down. I found out my daughter’s name was Kelly and she was ten years old now.

I decided I should call and see what the foster parents might think about my coming back into Kelly’s life after all these years. They were good people and understood my situation at the time of the adoption, so I was hopeful this would go well. I was nervous when an older sounding woman answered the phone. I remembered her name to be Julie and I told her my name and she immediately sounded a little nervous. I tried to be as polite and nice as I could and told her I had called to get her confidence and approval before I did anything else. The conversation turned out to be pleasant, but she didn’t think I should see Kelly yet. She said Jacy had not contacted her and she didn’t know of her whereabouts when I asked. She did agree to send photos and information on Kelly to me periodically and that I would be allowed to see her maybe in a few more years when she was older and might understand better. They had told Kelly nothing about the adoption yet. I agree to this and I did get photos and information almost immediately.

The photos kept coming in the next three years and I got to see her grow up in pictures. She was a beautiful little girl with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. She was very active and had begun participating in many activities including cheerleading, volleyball, basketball, and softball. She was evidently very good at all of these as I received word of her many awards from each. I was especially interested to learn that she was wanting to get active in weightlifting, because this was one of my favorite activities as well. I guess it gave us some type of connection.

I was still active in weightlifting and had now become very fit. I am about six feet tall and weigh two hundred pounds. I am very muscular and strong and eat healthily and have been complemented on my appearance many times. I guess because of the nature of this story, I should now say that my cock is large. I would say larger than normal based on all the porn movies I had seen. I measured it once out of silly curiosity and it measured to be twelve inches long when fully erect, and it was thick and wide in circumference. I do not consider myself a vain person, but I do see my cock as my best attribute, even though I was scared to use it. I still fought off women who tried to catch my eye and kept my concentration on my daughter to keep my mind off other women. There was one woman I went on a blind date with one time since college. I did it just as a favor to a friend of mine who was dating her sister and needed a double date partner. Her name was Bernice and she was gorgeous. The date had gone well despite my efforts to not be charming. Afterwards, we went back to my friend’s house and he and his date went into the bedroom. I could hear moans and an occasional scream come out of the room and it made me a little on edge trying to sit and talk with Bernice. She was noticeable attracted to me and finally she said "It sounds like they’re having fun in there doesn’t it?" I just smiled and said that it did but she became much more forward.

"We could be having that much fun to."

"I don’t think we should." I said.

"Don’t you like me?"

"Very much, but this is our first date."

"I’m not worried about that." she said.

She was wearing a formal black dress with shoulder straps that tied in the back behind her neck and had her long black hair up. She slowly reached behind her neck and untied the straps. She then folded her arms under her breasts and slowly lowered her arms down along with the top of her dress. She was not wearing a bra and her bare breasts were now fully exposed to me. She has a seductive grin on her face and I was dumbfounded. This was the first pair of live breasts I had seen since I was fifteen and I was astounded at how perfect they were. They were large and firm and her nipples pointed upward toward the ceiling. Her nipples were hard and only slightly lighter in color than her breasts; and there were no visible tan lines, which suggested that she sunbathed in the nude, because of her dark complexion. My cock was almost instantly erect and I was struggling in my seat to hide it. I guess I was very visibly nervous because she reached out, grabbed the back of my head and said "its all right." I was tingling as she pulled my head down onto her left breast and I immediately began to suck on her hard nipple. She was moaning as I began to move my head back and forth, giving attention to each nipple. After several minutes she pushed me back into the sofa and began rubbing my cock through my pants as she fumbled for my zipper. She was really turned on and was moaning loudly. I was about to burst in my pants as she finally undid my zipper and reached in for my cock. I saw her eyes widen as her hand wrapped around my shaft and she struggled a little to free my manhood. Her touches were driving me wild and I quickly stood up and undid my belt and pushed my pants down to my ankles. She had a look of astonishment on her face as my fully erect cock bounced with each pulse of my heart. She said, "You are so big!" and quickly grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. I was in heaven when she finally opened her mouth and I saw the massive tip of my cock penetrate her lips. She began to suck intensely as her tongue worked the underside of my cock head. Then she took her hands off my shaft and gripped my ass. Her head was pumping up and down on as much of my cock as she could fit into her beautiful mouth when I felt my orgasm begin to build rapidly. I reached down and stopped her head and she pulled away. She was looking up at me with confusion as if I had stopped a starving girl from a feast.

"I’m sorry. I am about to cum and I wanted to warn you."

She looked at me with a smile and said, "It’s ok, I want to make you cum. Just sit on the sofa and relax."

With that I sat down and she crawled up between my legs. She was looking into my eyes as she grabbed my cock and began to lick my scrotum. I had never experienced a blowjob in my life and it was more exciting than I could have imagined. After a few seconds, she raised her head and pulled herself closer to me. Her perfect breasts were bouncing lightly as she began to stroke here head up and down my shaft again. I couldn’t and wouldn’t stop her this time as I felt a huge rope escape from the head of my cock. She was still looking into my eyes as I saw them widen from my initial shot of cum. She kept sucking and swallowing the best she could as stream after stream of semen left my body. She was able to swallow most of it, but some did escape the corners of her mouth and slide down to my balls. She promptly licked the spill up and finished the task beautifully. A moment before, I would have done anything to fuck this beautiful creature, but suddenly the reality of my pathetic phobia set in again. She sat back on the floor, wiped her mouth and pulled up her dress. She wasn’t wearing any panties and she began to rub her neatly shaven pussy with her fingers. She then looked at me and said, "I’m all yours. Please fuck me with your beautiful cock."

It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen or heard, and still all I could think about was how to escape the situation. As she rubbed her clip with one hand and licked the fingers of her other hand, I could think of nothing but how I had gotten Jacy pregnant twelve years earlier. I was scared again. On the one hand, I wanted to push my cock into her vagina and fuck this beautiful creature until dawn; and on the other hand, I wanted to turn and run out the door and never look back. Not only was she beautiful and sexy, she had proven to have a great personality and be a great person as well. In the end I let my fears overwhelm me once again.

"I’m sorry Bernice, but it’s getting late and I should probably go." I couldn’t believe I was saying it.

She looked at me helplessly and said, "What do you mean? I though you liked me. Have I done something wrong?"

I wanted to tell her my whole situation right then and there, but I didn’t. Instead, I mumbled something about having a big day tomorrow and I pulled my pants up, said sorry, and left. She was still in the floor with a very hurt and confused look on her face as I said goodbye and walked out the door.

That night at home I must have jerked off a half dozen times and kicked myself a half dozen more for what had happened. Part of me wanted to get in a cab and go back to the house in hopes that she might still be in the floor, ready for me to make love to her. But I knew that wouldn’t happen. The reality is that if I was in the same situation again, I would do exactly the same thing. I hated myself for it but it had become impossible for me to fight it off. I thought maybe she is the one I could marry and end this phobia, but I was too scared to try. I was able to have oral sex, but if it came to intercourse, I couldn’t go through with it. I began to realize that it was because of the guilt I felt for Jacy and Kelly and that whole situation, and I could never make myself do anything to possible hurt others the same way. Commitment, I realized, was not exactly a strong suit of mine. In the next weeks and months, I tried to forget about Bernice and concentrate on Kelly, though it was much harder than I had thought it would be. Occasionally I would ask my friend about her, but he would just look at me, shake his head, and say, "You really blew it man." I never went any farther to try to get a better explanation. I took that as enough.

This story takes its twist not long after my date with Bernice. Kelly was thirteen and I was thirty when I received the awful news. First of all Kelly was in Junior High now and was turning into a stunningly beautiful young woman, judging by her pictures. She was still active in all her sports and in cheerleading. In talking to her foster parents on the phone, I would get to see her soon, as they had told her about me and she had become increasingly excited to see me. I was very happy about this and thing were going good until I learned that Kelly’s foster parents had been killed in a car accident. I was devastated not only because I had grown to really know and like them, but also because things were going so well with my visitation hopes. Now things were all askew. I knew Kelly must be devastated and I wanted to run to her for support, but I didn’t know if that would be best. I was still wondering what to do when a couple days later I received a call from a lawyer. He introduced himself as Mr. Styles and asked if I could meet him at his offices the next morning concerning the will of Kelly’s foster parents. I wholeheartedly agreed and I slept very little that night wondering what would happen and if I might actually see Kelly.

The next morning I arrived at Mr. Styles’ offices at eight o’clock sharp. I was as nervous and as excited as I have ever been. When I walked into the office, I saw a young woman sitting in the waiting area and immediately recognized her as Kelly. I went over to her with my heart racing and said "Hello Kelly." She looked very sad and had been crying, but when she looked up at me she immediately jumped from her chair, hugged me hard around the neck, and sobbed.

"Oh daddy, I’m so glad to see you."

I have never been happier or more overwhelmed with emotion in all my life. I was with my daughter finally. Tears filled my eyes as I hugged her back, speechless. Finally Kelly broke the embrace and looked down toward my trousers. Then she looked back at me, smiled, and said "He’s waiting for us." Kelly turned around and started for the door of Mr. Styles office. I hadn’t noticed until now that my cock was fully erect. I walked half-bent and fully embarrassed into the office behind my daughter. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She was only thirteen, but was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She looks mature for her age. Her face looked like something out of Greek mythology. Her breasts were still developing, but were tight and perky, and she was slim, yet very athletic looking. The most amazing thing though was her ass. She had the most perfectly rounded ass I had ever seen. She was wearing a pair of short-shorts that barely covered the curvature of her cheeks, and her legs extending down out of the short legs could not have been sculpted any better. She looked like a model for one of those fitness shows you see on ESPN. I couldn’t believe how I was reacting to her and I felt guilty for it.

The lawyer said that he was the executor of Kelly’s parents will and there was a lot to go over.

"Mr. Meers, you may not know this, but Mr. And Mr. Stoves (Kelly’s foster parents) didn’t have any immediate family left. They came to me about a year ago to draw up their will. Surprising to me, they named you as a major beneficiary to their will. Now I have known the Stoves for many years, and this was shocking to me at first as you may well understand. I hadn’t heard of you before you see. But after hearing the story, it made sense."

"Well thank you Mr. Styles. I consider the Stoves to be close friends of mine."

"I’m sure you do. Now, this is very basic if we can come to an agreement. If you agree to take in Kelly, and if Kelly agrees to live with you until she becomes of age, then I can simply state the terms in the will and we will be done. What do you say?"

I could tell the lawyer was an old friend of the family and conducted himself in a more laid-back manner, and I appreciated it. I had thought of the possibility of Kelly moving in with me since the accident and I knew I wanted that to happen. I just hope Kelly felt the same way. After I expressed as much to Mr. Styles, he turned his attentions to Kelly.

"What do you say Kelly?"

Kelly didn’t speak at first and had a funny look in her eyes. She then said "Mr. Styles, I would like nothing more now than to live with my father."

I was ecstatic, but tried to hold it in. Mr. Styles then proceeded to lay out the terms of the will which, among other things, said that Kelly was to move in with me and all the money of the estate will go to her when she turns eighteen, except for two thousand dollars each month that would be put into my account for the raising of Kelly. Apparently the Stoves were more well-to-do than I had thought. The house would be sold and Kelly would move to me to a city not far away. Kelly wasn’t excited about moving at first, but she soon realized that it was what had to happen.

The next couple of years were strange in an unexpected way. Kelly and I grew close quickly and I was very active in her life, but I couldn’t understand my feelings for her. I loved her like a father, but there was something more. I frequently got erections if I was around her for very long, and I always became erect whenever she would hug me or kiss me. I also still had a problem with my perception of her. I saw her as my daughter, but I also saw her as a beautiful woman living in my home. I actually felt lust for her and this caused me much grief. I began dating more after Kelly moved in, but now I was infatuated with Kelly all the time, even when I was out on dates. This caused a lot of feelings of frustration and guilt. I would often masturbate in bed at night to the though of Kelly. I would fantasize about her in the shower or undressing, or even sometimes having sex. Having moved to a new town, Kelly was still getting to know kids her age and so she spent a lot of time around the house. She often wore skimpy outfits and lounged around so that her clothes would become ruffled and expose even more than they should. This would add to my sexual frustrations, but I couldn’t keep from staring and gawking. I would often have to leave the room for a quick masturbation session. I would return and she would say, "Where did you go for so long." I would just smile and make something up. After a while, she had made a few friends and didn’t spend as much time at home, but she still stayed at home most nights and she never stayed out late. She was a beautiful girl, but seemed to resist boyfriends. I began to hope that she didn’t get some crazy phobia like her old man. I knew the boys must all get hard-ons over her. Otherwise things were quite normal at our home, until shortly after her sixteenth birthday.

I was in my room one day thinking of Kelly and becoming very horny when I decided to take a shower. Kelly was down stairs watching t.v. and I figured now was a good time. I turned the water on, stripped, looked down at my growing twelve-inch cock, and stepped into the shower. I was fantasizing about Kelly and pulling my cock, when I heard Kelly call out my name. I decided to ignore her calls and suddenly became thankful that I had left the bathroom door slightly open. I heard her call once more and then saw the bathroom door open slightly. I looked away quickly. I wanted her to see me stroking my cock as if she weren’t even there. It was the most forbidden of taboos to desire your own daughter, but I couldn’t resist a little voyeurism. The shower door was clear glass and you could see everything. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was still there standing watching me. As I continued, I could see that her hand was inside the skimpy shorts she was wearing and she was rubbing herself. Her other hand was on her breasts. I thought it strange because she could easily be caught if I had said anything, but of course I didn’t, and she didn’t seem to mind a little danger either. The situation was affecting me and I could soon feel my orgasm building. A few seconds later, I was shooting the biggest load of my life all over the shower door, in full view of Kelly. She was still rubbing herself, and I swore I heard her moan as I came. I waited a few seconds and cleaned myself and the shower up a little and Kelly had left. I quickly got out and decided two could play her game. I put on a tight pair of shorts, no underwear, and nothing else as I strode down to the living room. Kelly was sitting on the couch watching a movie when I plopped down beside her. She seemed unusually nervous and I knew why. After a few minutes she looked over at me and said "What are you wearing?"

"Just some comfortable house clothes, why?"

"Dad! It’s a little revealing, don’t you think?"

"No more revealing than what you have on."

"Why with that on, you might as well be naked!"

I smiled and said, "Hey, you wear the skimpiest things I have ever seen a woman wear in my life, and you are lecturing me?"

She just rolled her eyes. We continued to watch t.v. for several minutes and then she floored me with a question I never would have thought she would ask me in a million years.

"Dad, if I did wear nothing around the house, would that be all right?"

I looked at her and was speechless. Could she be serious? Here was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, my daughter nonetheless, and she was asking permission to walk around the house naked.

"You want to walk around naked?" I asked uncomfortably.

Shyly she said, "Well, yeah, if its ok. I guess I am a nudist at heart and just never had the nerve to express it to you."

I thought a minute about how to answer this. I wanted to sound fatherly, instead of like a teenage boy with a hard-on.

"Well, if you really feel that way, I guess its ok. Just around the house though."

"Daddy, it would make me more comfortable if you would join me."

I was really floored now. Not only did my daughter, the object of my fantasies, want to do around naked, she now wanted me to join her. I loved the idea but played it off a little.

"I don’t know about that. You sure it wouldn’t be too weird."

"I don’t think so daddy. Besides, we’re family, aren’t we?"

"But honey, you are still a beautiful woman. Now, I don’t mind the nudism, but you will have to understand that it might make my cock erect to be naked and to see you naked. Is that ok for you?"

She said, "Daddy, I know about that kind of thing and I am fine with it. So do you want to do it now?"

After a little more debate, I agreed. You should have seen her. She quickly jumped up and practically tore her clothes off. All she was wearing was a pair of short-shorts and a tank top so there really wasn’t much to take off, but when she did, I assure you I never took my eyes off. Her breasts were magnificent, much like Bernice’s had been a few years before. They were smaller than Bernice’s but they nipples had the same color tone and the same upward tilt. I was pleasantly surprised to see her pussy was completely shaven and she had an even tan over her body. I didn’t ask where she sunbathed. I decided I could save that for another fantasy some night. I sat and admired her for several seconds, forgetting that I was her father and she was my daughter. She then said, "Daddy? It’s your turn now."

I had almost forgotten and became suddenly nervous. I had a huge erection and now I had to expose it. My daughter was looking eagerly at my crotch, and I began to question the innocence of her motivation. I slowly slid the tight shorts down my muscular legs and then raised up. My balls felt suddenly huge and my cock as pointing strait out from the weight of my twelve-inch erection. Kelly was beautiful. She was fabulously fit and you could make out the six pack in her abs. She had worked out some with me and more at school and you could really see the results in her bareness. We looked at each other for a few intense seconds.

"Isn’t this great daddy?"

"Yeah" I said shyly "I guess it is kinda freeing."

She then sat back down beside me and snuggled up next to me to watch more t.v. I was very uncomfortable, but very horny at the same time. After a while, she asked me another question that make my eyes just about pop out of the sockets.

"Daddy, do you ever masturbate?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"I was just wondering. Being naked if freeing me up to ask the hard questions if guess. I have wondered about boys for some time now and thought I would ask you some questions if you don’t mind."

"I guess if it’s in the interest of knowledge I can play along. Yes I do masturbate."

"How much?"

"I guess most every day. I think boys need to more than girls, though I could be wrong."

"I think you are wrong daddy, because I masturbate every day too."

I was astounded by what she was saying but I would soon realize this was just the beginning to a long night of discovery.

"Will you masturbate with me daddy?"

"Now Kelly, you shouldn’t ask me that. That is not the kind of thing a father and daughter should do."

"Why not daddy? We both admitted we do it. Why can’t we learn from each other and help each other out?"

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Maybe we could look at some of the porno movies you have while we do it. And maybe even, if you want to, we could help each other do it. You know, I could touch you and you could touch me."

It was all I could do not to take my cock and beat off on her right then and there. I knew it would only take a few seconds, as I could see the precum dripping down my shaft now. Without saying any more, I quickly stood up, grabbed her by the hand, and led her to my bedroom. I sat her down on my bed and pulled a porno from the drawer. I don’t know how Kelly found them, and I don’t care. I was so turned on by the fact that she knew where they were and had undoubtedly used them to masturbate to. I sat beside her and pushed play on the remote. As we watched the sex on the screen, I began to stroke my cock.

"Can I do that for you daddy?"

Without a word, I leaned back and felt Kelly put her small teenage hand on my cock. She then began to stroke it up and down, turning her head back and forth from my cock to the t.v. screen.

"I’m going to try something daddy. Don’t worry."

Before I could ask what she was about to do, I saw her put her mouth around the head of my cock and begin sucking. I was in heaven. I knew it was wrong, but didn’t want it to stop. Kelly raised her head for a few seconds and looking into my eyes.

"I saw you in the shower today daddy. I know what you did and I want you to let me do it from now on. I’ve wanted you ever since the first time I saw you in the lawyer’s office. I felt your huge cock with that first hug and I’ve wanted to feel it again ever since. I’ve wanted to taste it. I want you to fuck me daddy. I want to be your daughter and your wife."

Those words, as much as anything else, caused me to shoot rope after rope of cum all over Kelly’s mouth and face. I was astounded by what she was saying, I couldn’t even speak. To my surprise she licked and drank as much of it as she could. Then she fell back on the bed, spread her legs, and began fingering her pussy.

"Fuck me now daddy. I need more cum. I want you to know that I am your slut whore. I am a virgin, but I know I can take all of your big cock inside me. I know I can! Its why I was born!"

I thought for a moment about my phobia. About how I hadn’t had intercourse with a woman since I was younger than Kelly. About how I couldn’t possibly allow another pregnancy out of wedlock because of me. All of this fluttered and then left my mind. Now all I thought about was fucking Kelly. Fucking the pussy that these balls had been responsible for making sixteen years ago. And if another pregnancy was in the cards....so be it! She was my daughter AND my wife now. If she were to get pregnant, I was in a position to raise the child now. Kelly could be a mother at sixteen and I could be her motherfucker. I could be a father twice. A father and a grandfather at the same time. I thought about how wonderful that could be as I positioned myself between Kelly’s legs, my cock still covered in cum and saliva. I leaned down and tasted her beautiful pussy. It was smooth and young. It showed not clit, no labia, only a smooth mound with a tight little slit. I forced my tongue between the slit until I found the covered clit. I tickled it and sucked it. Kelly’s moans quickly turned to screams as I beamed with pride. She was loving my kisses and so I continued. I licked and sucked he clit until she bucked wildly on the bed. I hooked my arms around her legs and buried my tongue into her slit, running it up and down. I lifted her ass occasionally to taste her ass, her beautiful perfect ass. I was like a machine. Every time she would cum and her clit became sensitive, she would beg me to stop and fuck her.

"OH GOD PLEASE, ENOUGH DADDY, PLEASE STOP AND SHOVE YOUR COCK IN!"

This is when I would speed up my tongue and quickly get her going again.

"OH YES, YESSSSS, OH FUCK DADDY, YOUR TONGUE IS SO GOOD!"

After at least a half dozen orgasms, I quickly raised up, took my cum-soaked cock in my hand, and guided it to her velvety soft pussy. It was more than lubed and ready with her cum and my saliva, that the head of my cock slipped in easily. It was the rest that was a challenge.

"Don’t stop pushing it in daddy, no matter what I say, I want it all!"

I took her words to heart and began my quest. My cock slit about a quarter in before her eyes widened and she screamed out "OH GOD!" I know I was at the hymen and I pushed through. She screamed out "OH FUCK" and tears streamed down her face. I continued on as she bit her lip in pain. She looked so sexy. She was sweating all over and her make-up was messy. She had been crying, but I knew it was what she wanted. After all, she was my slut whore now. Her body was perfect, shimmering in the light of the room and her beautiful legs were wrapped tightly around me. Every now and then she would squeeze her legs so tightly, I would struggle for air, but I never quit pushing. Not until I felt my pelvis make contact with hers and my balls rested gently on her tight little perfect ass. She was moaning loudly, and hadn’t noticed that I had stopped. Her eyes were glassed over and she seemed to be in a dream when I took her head in my hands and looked at her. She looked back.

"You did it sweethearts. You took all of daddys twelve inches! I’m so proud of you!"

She smiled up at me and then grabbed my head and pulled my lips down to hers. She opened her mouth wide as we shared a long kiss. It was probably my favorite part of the whole night. My first passionate kiss with my daughter. It was more personal somehow and I was in heaven. As we kissed, I pulled my cock part-way out of her smooth, tight pussy and then quickly shoved it back in. She broke our kiss to scream out as I started to rhythmically plunge my cock in and out of her tight hole. He pussy felt fantastic, though I hadn’t had much to base it on. This was only the second pussy my cock had entered in my life. Ironically enough, the only other time was that night in back bedroom of my best friends house when I was fifteen. That pussy belonged to the mother of the pussy I was now fucking. And I will have to say that Jacy was only able to take in about half of my cock. Her daughter had her beat in that department. After a few minutes on top of Kelly, I decided to change position. I grabbed her and rolled over until I was on my back and she was on top. She instinctively raised up and began bouncing on my cock. We continued to fuck in many positions until finally settling on doggy position. This position was driving her wild and I could feel my orgasm cumming. I yelled out, "Baby, I’m cumming!" and to my surprise, Kelly quickly pulled away, turned around, and stuffed as much as my cock into her mouth as she could. I came hard, even harder than the first time and she gagged. To my surprise she didn’t spill any cum and drank it all down.

"Sorry daddy, but I had to taste you again. I think I’m a cum whore!"

"That’s perfectly fine sweety, you have as much as you want."

She continued to suck my cock long after I came. I was wondering what she was doing and if maybe she hadn’t had enough yet. I asked her if she wanted more cock.

"Oh yes daddy, but this time I want it in my asshole."

I was stunned. I said "I don’t know baby, daddy might hurt you there."

"I can take it daddy! I know I can!"

I smiled at the childish manner in which she spoke, but I wasn’t about to tell her no. I told her to go to the bathroom and get the Vaseline out of the cabinet. I then bent her over the bed and put a generous about on her nice little asshole. I coated my cock with the Vaseline as I plunged my thumb in and out of her ass. When I thought it was ready, I stuck my cock at the hole and told Kelly to get ready. I quickly pushed and my cock slid about a quarter of the way in. She yelled out in pain and then said, "Don’t stop daddy, keep going, fuck my ass." I did just as she said and after several minutes, I was fully in my daughters ass. She has cried again but said how much she loved it. He ass had stretched out well and took all of my cock, even though it felt like my cock was in a vise. I slowly fucked Kelly for what must have been twenty minutes as she rubbed her clit. She must have cum a dozen times more, and I even thought she passed out for a few seconds there. She really was a slut whore, my slut whore, and I loved it. This time I selfishly came in her ass without warning. I wanted to know what it felt like to cum inside her. It was great. Afterwards she wanted to taste my cock, so she sucked my soft cock for a few more minutes until it was clean of all the cum and lube. It couldn’t have tasted to good I thought, but she seemed to love it, as all slut whores do.

I think she would have wanted more, but my cock had all it could take for one night. I had to promise her the next day I would fuck her more, and she seemed to take it ok. She was quite a site. Makeup all messy, drenched with sweat and cum, pussy and asshole stretched. She was all mine. Yessir, all mine. Wife and daughter. We showered, kissed, talked about the future, things couples do. I finally wasn’t afraid anymore. If she did get pregnant, I hope for a little girl. A dad and a grandad. That would be nice. And all my fantasies could be lived out. The only thing better than one slut whore at your beckon call, is two slut whores at your beckon call.

ty. After the inspection, Ms. Jensen handed a file to my uncle and said all future correspondence will be done by certified mail, I’ll be here tonight, here’s my business card, I’m off to the hotel I have an early flight in the morning. My uncle Thanked her as he put her into the cab and we waved as it drove out of sight.

Are you hungry, Amanda? I could eat was my response, He said let’s order a pizza and I’ll take you to your room so you can settle in. Living with my uncle was a nice adjustment he took me shopping for some new clothes. He was really responsible for his age despite suddenly be thrust into a caretaker role.

About 2 weeks later, while playing with the great danes I had fallen in a mud puddle and was filthy so I ran into the house and upstairs and straight to the bathroom and accidently walked in on my uncle while he was masterbating, I had never seen a cock before and his cock was a good 7 or 8 inches long clearing engorged from the jacking he had been giving it. I was shocked and stuttered my apologies and ran back to my room. My head was reeling from the scene I had just witnessed, I had never seen a man naked before and seeing a cock for the first time was frightening but exciting at the same time. A few minutes later, uncle Kevin knocked on the door and said here is a clean towel go take a shower and we’ll talk when you come back.

I took a shower wrapped myself in a towel and returned to my room, I noticed my uncle had cleaned up the mud from my bedroom floor and was sitting on my bed. He patted a spot next to him and said let’s talk about what happened today, He explained that in a proper relationship a man and woman do things together but sometimes if a man is single or is neglected a man will pleasure himself in various ways including masterbation. My uncle said it’s a normal and healthy thing and then asked me if I had ever masterbated, I admitted that I had been masterbating for a year now, after I had seen one of my fathers porn tapes in the vcr, uncle Kevin seemed surprised and said do you use your fingers?

In the beginning I did, then I started using things around the house that were not noticeable to my parents, such as my hair brush handle and worked up to a small shampoo bottle. I also told my uncle that I was shocked when I would masterbate and I would soak my brush with fluids from my cunny. Uncle Kevin then asked if I had ever seen a cock up close, no; today was the first time, Do you have any questions he asked? I said what does it feel like to stroke your cock like that? He said it feels good, he said you feel good when you masterbate right? I said yes.

With that my uncle leaned in and kissed me on the lips, I kissed him back then he licked my lips and oddly enough I opened my mouth slightly and we began kissing. Like my parents used to kiss, It was very nice and after a few minutes I realized that uncle Kevin was hard and his penis was sticking straight out from his shorts. Oddly enough I felt my pussy drip from excitement. My uncle quickly stood up and said this is wrong, I said it feels good please kiss me again. My uncle said we can’t tell anyone about this and we wont try anything you aren’t comfortable with. I agreed.

We started kissing again, after a few minutes the dogs bounded into the room and started nosing under my towel and I squealed from the cold nose against my leg. My uncle quickly removed them and put them outside. He grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom and laid me on his bed and said I’m going to make you feel good hopefully better than your hairbrush, he started licking my nipples and traveled lower to my belly button and then I felt his breath on my pussy, he gently licked the length of my girl crevice from bottom near my ass to the top of my clit. It felt incredible and without controlling it I opened my legs even wider for him to have full access to my dripping pussy. Before I knew it I was shaking and I felt like my pussy would explode and then I saw stars as an orgasm ripped through me. Wow my first orgasm. My uncle moved back up to my face and kissed me gently, I tasted my juices on his tongue it was nice.

My uncle said we should stop before things go to far, I said how can we go too far? He said I have a hard on and sex is out of the question since you could become pregnant. I said I can help you feel good in the same way you did to me by using my mouth, uncle Kevin said Amanda are you sure? I said of course, I’ve been curious since daddy’s video showed a woman sucking a cock and then he shot some sort of cream into her mouth. Uncle Kevin said, Amanda are you sure you want to suck my cock? I said of course and with that he laid on the bed and taught me what to do….I sucked and licked & sucked at that stiff cock and after about 20 minutes uncle Kevin shook and trembled and said ugh Amanda I’m going to cum, please drink my hot cum baby and with that I felt the first of many hot squirts of creamy hot cum hit the back of my throat and it made me all the more determined to suck it all down and my first cum cocktail was ever so tasty. I was hooked and so was uncle Kevin.

Uncle Kevin gave me permission to view his porn collection at any time and with that said he had to get to the office.  I settled in front of the DVD player and browsed the titles...

To be continued in Chapter 2

 

 

 

ething I didn’t think much about back then.

Still, we enjoyed our sexplortation, mostly involving mild BDSM situations. Through the years we experimented with toys and props to add excitement and it seemed to work out well. I was a bit concerned about how things would go when after we were married we found out Kay was pregnant. I knew that it was very possible that with a child to care for and the seemingly unexplainable changes women go through afterwards that our sex life would suffer. To my surprise and relief it didn’t seem to suffer in the least. At least at first.

The turning point seemed to be when Kay went back to school to get her college degree. With the time spent studying and working part time, I knew there was little chance of any play time. I knew this and accepted it, feeling confidant that once she began her new career things would shift back to normal.

After graduation and a move to a location that afforded us both employment in our chosen fields, we settled in. I tried very hard to be patient with Kay. I knew her new job was very demanding and overwhelming to her at times. I never pressured her about sex or anything else for that matter. I was intent on giving her space and allowing her to do as she wanted. But after about a year I realized that what Kay wanted and what I wanted was slipping in opposite directions.

By this time we were both 35 years old. Now to a younger person that may seem old. Hell, it may seem so to those that are 35. But I had learned long before that you are only as old as you feel and at that time I felt about 21. I was just barely responsible enough to maintain ‘adult’ situations, while still wanting to have my fun. Kay on the other hand seemed to be slipping into the full mature adult mode of working, taking care of the house, watching TV and other things of a mundane nature.

One of the things that our new location and moderate income did provide was my first real taste of the Internet. I had dabbled some previous, but with a cable modem connection I found how much information there was to be had with the right search. And that information opened my eyes in many ways.

I learned about BDSM relationships and dominant/submissive personalities. The biggest surprise was when I learned of chat rooms and began learning of others in similar situations. It was only then that I began to realize how badly I had probably managed the sexual relationship between Kay and me.

One of the most severe problems in our relationship, mostly in recent years, had been open communications about our sexual needs and desires. We had some discussions, and a few arguments, over the lack of sex both in frequency and intensity. But the main thing I had always wanted to know and had never found out was what Kay truly wanted, both in fantasy and reality. I knew I had some very kinky thoughts and assumed that Kay did too. It was apparent that for the most part these thoughts were to remain private to each of us.

All this is not to say that there weren’t good moments for us either. During the past few years there were two major break throughs in our relationship, that being oral and anal. Kay never had a problem in giving head, but she never finished the job. For the first 14 years of marriage I had cum in Kay’s mouth a total of one and a half times, but after a particularly bad time when I had threatened to move out, that changed. She learned and seemed to enjoy pleasing me with her mouth, much to my enjoyment. But coupled with our still infrequent sex life patterns, it was still not as enjoyable as I would have liked.

It was after another move, basically another attempt by me to get things ‘right’, that we first tried anal. We had played around some before, but not actual ass fucking. I was taken totally by surprise when Kay not only suggested we try it but when done she went on about how much she enjoyed it. But that too was a few and far between occasion as well.

Not being a professional of any sorts, I still tried to set out to figure out what made Kay tick. I came to a few conclusions which may or may not be correct. To me, it’s apparent that Kay had been involved in some sort of relationship prior to me that involved BDSM. She knew too much, and when in the proper mood enjoyed it too much not to have. The second is Kay’s inner turmoil between right and wrong. It was apparent later on that Kay felt guilty about the things we were doing as well as uncertainty about my feelings of them, regardless of my overwhelming and enthusiastic assurances that I did not think badly of her and in fact loved her more for the things we did.

The second issue, how Kay felt about what we did when we did it, always seemed to be the problem. On the rare occasions when we would ‘play’, it always turned into a source of discontent for Kay. It seemed that she was fighting her inner desires against what she had decided was proper behavior for her. On one occasion I had mention a particularly wild idea, mainly as a fantasy, but acceptable as a reality too. I was surprised at Kay’s enthusiasm about the topic, but all too soon I heard the familiar comments that let me know that party was over too.

Well a man can only take so much. I knew we had both changed in many ways. I changed because I had gained knowledge into the area that brought us together in the first place, wild sex. How and what I wanted also changed. Kay changed in just the opposite manner. She seemed to be constantly repressing her desires and even needs to the point that even normal sex wasn’t even common in our house. About the only thing that didn’t change was love.

I knew Kay loved me, and I truly love her. I had always thought that I would do anything for her and also thought I had been doing the right thing by giving her space to be what she wanted to be, versus what I desired her to be. In the absence of communication, coupled with her new found guilt and inhibitions, I became aware that maybe I had been taking the wrong approach with her for the last 19 years. Feeling I had little to lose, I set out to find out.

By this time Kay and I were both 44. I still didn’t feel old, but Kay seemed to be stuck in the proper adult mode. Our schedules, work pressure and raising a teen son along with what appeared to be a lack of desire on Kay’s part, led to a marriage that consisted of ‘fooling around’ about once a month. Not anywhere close to what I wanted or needed. The solution to me was a vacation of sorts, in this case a weekend getaway. I was able to procure a secluded cabin near a lake about an hour from where we lived. Kay needed a vacation and seemed excited about the idea. I only hoped she would still be excited by the end of the weekend.

On Friday afternoon we packed a few things and drove the hour to the lake. As promised, it was a secluded location. I had a good map, otherwise I doubt I would have ever found the place. The cabin, not as rustic as it sounds, was more like what we were using it for, a vacation or weekend retreat. It was a wonderful example of modern timber and stone, not large but offering all the conveniences.

After putting the food away and getting our things inside, it was time for an exploration of the area. We walked the several hundred yards down to the lake and noticed there was a dock, which we walked out on. It was hard to tell how large the lake was, but as seclusion was promised, I noted that I could see no other persons or dwellings in sight. I liked this place and was immediately pleased and excited, more so by things to come.

After a light meal of grilled steak and shrimp, Kay and I settled onto the back deck that overlooked the lake. I made sure that part of the provisions were an ample supply of both our alcoholic beverages of choice, since I had long ago learned it was the key towards exciting sex with Kay.

For a couple of hours we merely sat, drank, smoked and talked. As was our common method, talk very rarely involved sex. We talked about the weather, our future as it was then, our teenage son, work and all the other things that couples talk about when forced to be alone together. I could tell the wine was working on Kay. I didn’t bother to see how much she drank, but relied on how she was handling herself to know when to make my next move.

I will admit to being more than a bit nervous. I was about to cross into a new territory in our relationship and I had no way of knowing if it was going to be a good thing or if it would cause the end of what we had together. But regardless of my concerns, I had to know. That and I wanted not only what I wanted, but more; and it seemed that if Kay were to be a part, this would be the only way for me to get it.

I had excused myself to go relieve myself, leaving Kay on the deck. When I returned, I walked up behind her and began to rub her neck and shoulders. It was to do two things. One, relax her and two, to make her comfortable with my presence behind her. After several minutes her eyes closed and I knew it was time. I quickly reached behind me and with a hand brushed the hair away from her neck. It wasn’t a practiced move, but I was able to get the collar around her neck and fastened before she realized what was going on. When she did, she was surprised but not shocked. After all it wasn’t the first time I had put a collar on her.

What also was surprising was as I moved away and Kay realized there was an attachment to the collar. I grabbed my drink and lit a smoke before I moved in front of her to explain.

"I see you’ve found the leash. This one is a bit different than those I’ve used before," I explained calmly. "The chain is attached to a mount in the floor in the cabin. With it, you have the ability to move about the cabin and out here on the deck, but no where else."

Kay had a bit of a smile on her face, one I wasn’t sure would stay there. She probably mistakenly assumed that this was just me pushing for ‘play’ time.

"You may notice that this collar is a bit different too. There is a metal band under the leather and the chain is locked to the collar, and I have the key," I slowly advised. "There is nothing in the cabin that you could possibly use to remove either the collar, the lock, cut the chain, or remove it from it’s mount. From this point on, you are mine to do with as I wish. And my wish list is long," I remarked with what had to look like an evil grin.

Kay still didn’t quiet understand how far reaching her situation was. In the past I had never done anything to her without knowing it be either consented to in advance or through previous such encounters. This was apparent in her comment, one she made without knowing it’s real meaning when she spoke it, or maybe she did.

"I guess I’m your slave to do with as you want," she said with a slight alcohol induced slur.

"Indeed you are," I confirmed as I moved directly in front of her. My own excitement was apparent to both of us as I unbuckled my belt and pushed my pants down. I looked at how hard I was and I looked at Kay and I knew to make the most of the situation I had created.

I roughly grabbed Kay’s hair in one hand and pulled her up to me. She actually dutifully opened her mouth to accept me but that would be to let her think she was in control, a mistake I had made too often in the past. Instead, as I held her head tightly in place, I used my other hand to cock slap her face and roughly move it over and past her lips. Only when I was ready did I line up with her mouth and pull her to me.

"Suck my cock, bitch!" I commanded, while still holding onto her hair.

Kay was enthusiastic at first, but as she reached up with her hand and tried to pull back off my hardness for whatever reason, I decided to show her a bit of what she had to look forward to for the rest of the weekend and slapped her hand away roughly.

"Just your fucking mouth," I ordered using my hand to guide her up and down. "Get it all in," I told her as I pulled her head to me.

As she started to gag she put her hands on me and began pushing me away. I had not only expected but planned for such problems. I stepped back and after kicking my pants away moved behind her, quickly placing the restraints I had brought around her wrists before securing her arms behind her back. Then I moved back in front of her.

"How I want it," I informed her, as this time I took two handfuls of hair and forced myself back into her mouth.

I didn’t want her to gag too much, but I made sure that she felt my balls on her chin more than she had ever in the past. I pulled out of her mouth as roughly as I had gone in and slapped her face with my spit covered cock to make sure she understood that this was no longer about her, it was about me.

I told her again, ‘how I want it’ as I pushed back in and tightened my grip on her hair, effectively holding her head in place. I then began to pump my hips, fucking my cock in and out of her mouth. Kay struggled a few times when I made her take all of me, but she was in no position to complain or stop what I was doing.

I watched intently as I face fucked her, something I had wanted for a long time. I repositioned my hands to something I had seen while pursuing some porn sites on the computer, taking one hand under her chin to make sure Kay kept a tight seal around my dick, and the other in her hair at the back of her head to control the motion, or in this case lack of motion on her part.

I will admit I was taking it easy on Kay at this point. I didn’t pound her mouth, just made her take as much of me as I knew she comfortably could, of course with a few deep thrusts too. This was a weekend of dreams and desires and I was going to fulfill as many as I could while I had the chance, so it was no doubt when the cum started to rise and I felt the urge to let go, I completed the next item on my things to do list.

I pulled her hair watching her mouth stay in an ‘O’ as I left it. The hand under her chin went to my throbbing dick and I pumped away. I held Kay in place as I shot my load across her face, onto her hair and dripping some down the front of her. I pulled her back close and rubbed the head in the mess on her face before pushing back into her mouth ordering her to lick it clean.

Initially satisfied, I moved off for a post-nut smoke. I also pulled my pants back on. Kay was left with streaks of semen on her face and a few drops on the blouse she was wearing. After a moment to gain her composure she got up and made her way to the bathroom, he chain dangling behind her. This would be the first moment she would have to realize the gravity of her situation.

"Are you done, or does this stay on awhile longer?" she asked, her face no longer messy.

"It’s going to stay on until I decide to take it off," I said calmly. Kay sat and took another sip of her wine and lit a cigarette of her own, probably contemplating what I had planned. If she only knew.

"I have to run an errand," I told her, watching the surprised look on her face. I stopped her with an upheld hand before continuing. "In the black bag in the bathroom are some shaving items. While I’m gone, I expect you to shave your pubes smooth. You don’t have to, but it would probably be better for you to do it than me to be disappointed that you didn’t. Either way it’ll get done."

I walked around to the truck and drove off, safe in the knowledge that there was no way Kay could get lose while I was gone. I also wondered how she would handle her clothing. I knew with the collar and chain she couldn’t get her top off and I wondered if she would do as I had instructed and then re-dress or be partially or totally nude when I returned. It didn’t matter to me either way as I would soon have her naked regardless of how she felt about it.

My trip took a little longer than I had expected, lasting about 50 minutes. Without much to do, it didn’t surprise me to find Kay on the deck fully clothed.

"Where did you go?" she asked annoyed.

"Did you do as you were told?" I asked, returning the attitude.

‘Well, yes."

"Good. Show me," I instructed.

Kay looked at me with a sort of confused look, but got up to go inside.

"Where do you think you’re going?" I asked.

"I have to take my pants off to show you," she explained.

"Here. Now," I ordered.

Kay looked around. It was totally dark except for the dim lighting on the deck. There could have been a thousand people in the darkness watching but we both knew there was no one for miles around. Slowly, she began to unfasten her pants and pull them down along with her panties. Soon she was naked from the waist down.

"Over here. Let me see how well you did," I told her. "Put a foot on the table."

She did and in doing so, it made for easy access to her now bald pussy. I let my hand roam around checking for stubble. Then the real test. I let my finger slide between her lips and sure enough, she was wet.

"Very good. Now get the rest off."

"You’ll have to take the collar off for me to get the top and bra off," she answered.

"No, that’s not going to happen. Here let me help you with it," I offered kindly.

Kay stood still until I pulled a knife from out of my pocket. Her eyes got very wide as I opened it and moved closer to her.

"You might want to hold still. I’d hate to accidentally hurt you," I warned.

I saw Kay take a deep breath as I brought the knife towards her. I was careful, but I also knew that she had to be feeling some bit of fear having the remainder of her clothes literally cut and ripped off her. Not to unduly imply any threat, as soon as she was naked I put the knife away.

I was now free to let my hands roam over the body I loved so much. I took my time, feeling her breasts and a few pinches and pulls to her sensitive nipples. When I got behind her, I ran my hands lightly over the cheeks of Kay’s sweet ass. I loved her ass. I loved spanking it, whipping it and fucking it. But that was for later. For now, I needed Kay to relax more.

I went and fixed myself another drink and refilled Kay’s wine glass. I took a door mat and laid it beside my chair and as I sat, I motioned Kay beside me, pleased that she assumed her position on the mat.

I let the moment stay as it were with no talk. We both smoked and drank, and every few moments I would reach over to stroke Kay’s hair and face or tits lovingly. It was how I wanted things to be, the woman I loved beside the man that she loved. I stood and undressed too, then sat back down.

"Did anyone tell you to do that?" I asked when her had reached out to stroke me. Kay quickly pulled her hand back as if bitten by something.

"You should at least ask permission. You need to remember that my body is mine and your body is mine. If you aren’t told to do something, you need to ask before doing anything," I explained.

"Can I stroke you?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, that would be nice," I answered politely.

I let her stroke me to hardness as I played with her tits and nipples. I could learn to enjoy constant companionship such as this. Much better than sitting in a room alone looking at porn and wishing Kay was as pleasing and fulfilling as I wanted her to be instead of jerking off to those thoughts. Thinking of all those times Kay had ignored my needs just helped me know what I was doing was right, at least for me. It also renewed my irritation and anger at her.

"Let’s go," I told her as I stood, grabbing her arm and leading her inside the cabin.

I led her to an open place in the middle of the main room and instructed her to stand. The restraints on her wrists were secured together in front of her. A pre-positioned tether was removed from a hook and soon Kay was naked, except for her collar, with her arms over her head. In short order, her ankles had similar restraints applied and her legs were held apart by a spreader bar.

I stood back and admired my prize for a moment. Kay was a very beautiful woman and I adored her body. Even more, I adored playing with her body. I walked into another room and returned with an oversized bag. Looking inside I quickly found what I was looking for. I made sure Kay saw what I had.

It’s odd that such a special item can be so easily found at such reasonable prices compared to other purchases I had made. Less then $10 dollars puts a riding crop into the hands of anyone that wishes to use it for it’s intended purpose or, as was in my case, other purposes.

I held the crop firmly and began to use it to caress Kay’s skin, starting with her face and neck. I let the leather tip cross a nipple and smiled as my helpless wife shuddered. I always enjoyed this part, the part where Kay knew there would be pain, but not where or how much. Since I’m not sadistic by nature, I have to remember that a certain amount of pain turns Kay on and that makes what I am doing a worthwhile effort.

I continued to let the leather tip run down her stomach and between her legs. A few simple pats with the crop gave possible insight to things to come, but I managed to spin Kay around and try the crop out on her delectable ass first. I made sure to use short strokes and to aim just the tip to her flesh. I didn’t want the shaft to hit her at first, so she would have a chance to get into it. But then I remembered why I was here and doing what I was doing and let go with a medium strength swat across her ass.

Kay jumped and yelped, "Hey, take it easy."

"What you don’t like that?" I asked.

"It kinda hurt," she responded, regardless of her position.

She was expecting the old me. The new me was a bit pissed at her daring to make a comment while I was having fun with her body. The new me hit her ass again just as hard.

"Oww," she screamed.

I moved quickly in front of my wife and ran the crop up between her legs. "You know, the neat thing about where we are is I can let you yell and scream all you want, and no one will hear it."

I backed off a bit and landing the tip square against her pussy, almost laughing as she squirmed against her restraints and made a few faces at me, but oddly she remained quiet. I then traced my way from her bare and spread pussy back to her shapely tits, where I let the crop graze for a bit.

"Things need to change. Many things. You can either be a part of it or not. That will be your choice eventually. But as you assumed when I collared you, you are mine to do with as I please. From now on I decide what and how and when. Not you," I informed my wife.

To make my point I used the crop on each of her tits and nipples, leaving slight red marks on both as she flinched at the pain it inflicted. These were just attention getters for now though. I decided to leave any real torture for later in the weekend. I had other things to do for now.

I removed the tether from Kay’s wrists and hooked it to her collar chain to keep her in place. I then pulled her arms behind her back and secured them there. Releasing the tether, I attached it to her wrists so that her arms were stretched up behind her, forcing her to bend at the waist.

I went to my bag of goodies to get the next item I needed. I stuck the tip of the bottle of lube to Kay’s asshole and gave it a little squirt. Kay grunted some but made no sound or movement to stop me. I then lubed a medium butt plug and went about easing it into place, taking care to go slow and cause as little pain as the intrusion would allow. It took awhile, but once I was satisfied that the plug was fully inserted and would stay in place, I went back to my bag.

I then retrieved a pair of adjustable nipple clips and set them to fit rather loosely. I planned on them being in place for awhile and only wanted them there as a reminder, not as a source of excruciating pain. I pinched Kay’s nipples until they were hard and then placed a clip to each nub, checking to make sure they weren’t too tight or too loose.

By this time I was as hard as I could be. I was getting to the point of no return, past anything we had ever done before. It was at this moment that Kay decided to provoke me some and make my decision much easier.

"So what are you going to do to me now?" she asked, fully expecting me to tell her.

I responded by slapping her ass hard with my hand, telling her, "anything I want."

I went outside and gathered up some things from the truck. The first was a pair of stools I had made in my spare time. I positioned it under Kay and then assisted her in lowering herself to it. I wondered if she would have been so helpful if she knew the reason for the stool, but regardless, she was soon secured on her belly on the stool, basically in a kneeling position over it with her arms, legs and ankles secured. About the only thing she could move was her head.

I moved another stool I had made in front of Kay. This one I sat on and as luck would have it, I estimated the height perfectly as it placed my cock right at her mouth, which is exactly where it went.

"I brought a friend to help me with you tonight," I told her.

Kay tried to lift her head, but I pushed her back down. "You aren’t in much of a position to do anything but enjoy it, so I suggest you at least try. You might like it," I added hopefully.

I got up and walked back outside. When I returned, I knew Kay could hear but not see what was going on. I wondered to myself if she would identify the clicking sound of a dog’s nails walking on a bare floor. If not, she would surely be able to tell when he began licking at her pussy, which he did as soon as I allowed him to get close.

The dog, a black Labrador retriever, licked at Kay for a few minutes then stopped. I tugged on his leash and walked him around in front of my wife.

"So as not to be rude I’ll introduce you to my new friend. Kay, this is Buster. Just so you know, Buster is not new to this and I’ve been told he is well trained. I guess we’ll find out," I told her as I tugged Buster’s leash.

I put Buster back behind Kay. For her part, she hadn’t said a word. Not a yes, no, stop or go. But as I placed a hand to her pussy to show Buster what he should do, I found out why.

Buster wasted no time in lapping up the cunt juice from Kay. I had a feeling she was turned on and maybe a bit nervous, so I patted her ass some to let her know I was still there. Now Kay still didn’t say any words, but she did start making sounds, and for lack of a better way to describe them, they were animal sounds.

Buster soon had enough of his tasty appetizer and looked like he was ready for more. He was already showing a few inches of hard dog cock so I patted Kay on the back and gave him the command I was told to use. Buster was well trained, as I had been told, and soon had his front paws on Kay’s back. He began to hunch forward trying to find a place for his anxious doggy dick to be. He was non-aggressive, but insistent in his search for a place to be.

"That’s what the butt plug is for, just so he goes in the right hole the first time," I said, not even sure if Kay was even listening to me.

Buster finally found Kay’s slick pussy hole and got himself started. Kay let out a yelp and a slight scream, but Buster didn't seem to mind as he kept pushing himself into her. He just kept hunching forward until his front paws were on her shoulders and his back legs supported him until he was as deep as he could get in my wife’s pussy.

Kay’s breathing was far from regular as Buster took a few easy strokes on her. This didn’t last long and soon he began to rut his new bitch hard and fast. I moved back to my stool so I could keep an eye on Kay’s face and to keep Buster well behaved. But it was too exciting to just sit and watch quietly.

"Fuck her, Buster!" I yelled. "Make the bitch take it. Give her your fucking dog cock!"

Kay was now breathing in time with Buster’s fucking of her cunt, which was roughly equivalent to hyperventilating. Purely out of concern that my wife was not breathing properly, I pulled on her hair and placed her mouth over my cock.

"That’s it. Suck my cock you fucking bitch. You’re a real bitch now. Buster owns you and is using you good and you love it don’t you?" I asked.

I didn’t expect and answer but Kay mumbled something around my hard cock. When the mumbling turned into more of muffled screams, I had a good idea what was beginning to happen. I pulled from her mouth so I could watch Buster knot my slutty wife.

Buster was fucking her hard and fast and I could see Kay’s soaked pussy open for the knot as it made it’s way into her. He was actually pushing both of them and the stool across the floor so I put my foot in front of the leg to hold it still, just to be helpful. When I did he got his last push in.

"That’s it Buster. Give your bitch your cum. Show her you own her now. Give the slut what she needs," I commented.

I couldn’t tell if Kay’s screams were of pain or pleasure or some of both. But there was no stopping what was happening. Buster growled some, drooling as he panted from exertion and excitement. I knew he would have her soon as his thrusts became a bit slower and deeper.

Buster did unload in his bitch and Kay took it well. I moved back to the stool to keep Buster calm until his knot went down, not wanting him to attempt to disengage and hurt Kay. I petted him and praised him for a job well done and was a bit surprised to feel a mouth take my own cock again.

Soon I had one hand petting Buster and the other Kay’s head. Her back was covered in Buster’s drool and I saw he hadn’t scratched her with his paws as he did his duty. In a few minutes, Buster was able to back away and stuck his head back between Kay’s legs, as if to survey what he had done. He licked her for a few moments, causing Kay to shudder and moan around my cock, and then he retreated to a corner of the room.

I looked over Kay’s back and saw that a pool of dog cum was forming on the floor. Knowing Buster’s nut juice was now flowing out of my bitch wife sent me over the edge and I unloaded my own juice in her mouth, making her swallow every drop.

Once I was satisfied, I untied Kay and let her loose, but I was far from done with her. Pulling her by her hair I led her around to the backside of the stool and roughly pushed her face into the pooled mess of dog cum on the floor.

"Lick it up," I instructed as I held her down to the floor with a foot to the back of her neck.

Kay stuck her tongue out and while she tried to lick, I rotated her head so her face would be covered in Buster’s abundant cream. Satisfied she was messy enough, I pulled her back up to her knees.

"We need to get you a shower now," I explained.

But instead of taking Kay to the bathroom, I took her out to the back deck. I secured her hands behind her again and once in front of her, I let the shower begin. A golden shower that is.

I hosed her off good, thanks mostly to all the alcohol I had consumed. I made sure to wash away all of Buster’s cum from her face and then rinsed her tits and pussy too just for good measure. Once I was done, Kay told me she had to go too.

"Then go. Now," I told her.

She looked at me for a moment. Then as she stared at me with glassy eyes, I heard the splash on the deck.

I let Kay take a real shower as I put Buster out for the night and cleaned up the deck and inside of the cabin. I waited in bed, stirring at the sound of Kay’s chain as she padded across the floor before climbing in beside me.

"You did very well. I’m extremely pleased and proud of you," I told her, as my hands wandered across her chest.

"So did you really enjoy tonight?" she asked.

"Yeah I did. I loved it. I love you. You are so fucking hot," I told my wife of almost 20 years as my cock began to stir again.

She humped back against me to show her acknowledgement of my renewed arousal.

"You know, the butt plug you put in me is still there. You didn’t tell me I could take it out. And neither of you two used that hole yet," my wonderfully naughty wife offered.

 

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I welcome all comments about this story, especially those from "Kays". I have some thoughts for the remainder of the weekend but will hold off until I see what direction you the readers want me to take. Thanks!

had not listened to her last night, and no begging today would get her out of this. Her father had been a slow learner as well, because his wife had been too gentle on the boy before she died. His daughter in law had obviously been the same way with this brat. But she would learn, and if he had some fun, and made some money off of it, all the better he thought. He after all had to cover the money for taking care of her. Besides the man had supplied her truck for her, she owed him. 

The old man, Greg, waited at his barn for them. He was salivating as he watched the bitch led inside. He had a working farm, a number of animals, and he planned on trying her out. His mustang would come next he thought, but for now there was a kennel of male dogs who needed a good bitch to fuck nice and hard.

As she was led into the barn she saw she was being led to a stall with dogs who looked ready to attack. None were smaller then a pitbull, and they seemed heavilly aroused.

 The man whispered. "The bitches next door are in heat. It has made them a bit mad. Choose one."

Her grandfather whispered. "You will take a few soon. But if you don't choose, we will throw you in."

Knowing she would be torn apart if she was thrown in there, she chose a big German shepherd, who looked to be the smaller of them. But she noticed a Great Dane and pitbull were also put on a leash, and she cried as she was led towards the tack room but she noiced the horses, grateful she would not be forced on one.

The owner whispered. "I saw you noticed the horses. Oh don't be disappointed, youll get their cocks tomorrow."

 She fought them as she was being forced down to the ground over a bench. "No. I can't take this. No."

Again her cries fell on deaf ears as she was tied to the bench and a gag shoved in her mouth. She saw the cmer on but her attention was soon drawn to her lower body. She screamed and tried to move away as she felt a long tongue slide inside of her, running along her clit and then in deep. She cried over and over, desperately trying to pull away from the dog but couldn't. As the tongue dove deeper and deeper into her, she felt herself going wet and she sobbed as her body shook as it responded, her body shaking over and over agin, as she was forced o her first ever orgasm. The horrifying shame of her first orgasm coming from a dog, was soon replaced with the terror of the dog jumping up do his legs were wrapped about her, and he was pressed against her ass.

 She screamed against her gag. 'No. Oh God no.'

At first the dog did not make contact, he was humping her wildly and she could feel the sticky flesh running along her outside but suddenly she felt the head of the massive cock slide inside of her. Not even after all the fucking and stretching had she endured, was she ready for this, he was wider and longer then any of the men. She tried to pull away from him but this tim the dog sunk his teeth into the back of her neck, keeping her in place, and she forced herself to stay put.

The pain slowly reduced as he pumped harder and harder into her, hitting her prostate over and over again, her eyes open from time to time, seeing the cmera all around, geting good angles. But her fear returned as she felt what seemed like a baseball hitting her entrance, and knew it was he nott that tied dogs together. She screamed and thought she would pass out from pain as the ball was forced inside of her, locking her and the dog together. Finally the dog released load after load of hot dog sperm inside of her.

She was slumped over near unconscious as the dog slid out from her, and barely noticed when he licked her clean. But she noticed when another furry body was over hers, this time the pitbull, her grandfather remidinding her all too clearly that a pitbull could kill with his bite and she needed to be a good bitch for it.

Hours later she was released but led to a kennel. "This is your bed for the night, yours and Bruno."

Greg smiled. "Bruno's bitch is pregnant and he has been lonely. I am sure he will let you some rest."

With that the kennel door slammed shut, though she noticed the cameras mounted all around. But her eyes was on the massive rotweiller who had been brought from the other kennel. She tried to cover herself up as the dog came towards her but he snarled, and as soon as she removed her hand, dove his tongue right in.

She sobbed as she dragged herself back to her knees for another round. "Just a doggy bitch."

 

 

 

 

e was and never wore clothes except outdoors, even when Kelly wasn’t going to be home. Most nights we would fuck each other’s brains out, but sometimes we would just snuggle together and watch TV or talk about our daily events. We were lovers to the fullest extent. We made a promise early on to take special care of each other and fulfill our desires even if one of us really wasn’t in the mood. That was hardly ever the case however, because I was always horny for her. And I know she was always horny for me.

We shared a lot together those last two years she was in high school, and our social lives revolved around each other almost exclusively. Kelly, bless her heart, would refuse any advances from prospective boyfriends, and I did the same with women I met. I was surprised she was able to keep the boys away. She was still active with her sports and had the body of a fine-tuned athlete. She had turned into an amazingly beautiful young woman, and her body had developed into adulthood. She had the face of a goddess with big pouting blue eyes, a beautiful slender nose with a slight upward tilt, and gorgeous long blonde hair hanging down past the middle of her back. Her breasts had grown to be very large, and she had gotten to be as tall as I. Nearly five foot eleven. She worked out at school and tanned nude a lot in our back yard. She had developed a body only a sculptor could create.

I guess because of our routines there were some hard questions posed by people, especially toward Kelly, about why we were such homebodies. We would just tell them we were quiet and enjoyed privacy or some other bullshit, and then fuck like minks behind closed doors. By the time Kelly was a senior, we had done about anything and everything, sexually speaking, that two people could. I knew things were about to change though, because Kelly would be graduating soon and she was very bright. She talked about going to this college or that college more and more as the days counted down. I knew it was going to be hard on me but she was growing up and it was time for her to start her own life. She assured me that nothing would change between us and that she even wanted to continue living with me after college. I loved her for it, but I knew anything could happen after she left home.

Poor Kelly had lost most of her friends during high school because of our relationship. I told her she should spend more time with her friends and have some fun, but she always came back home early every night to be with her old man. I have to admit it brought a big smile to my face to see her walk through the door and fling her clothes off, but I did feel a little sorry for her. She would assure me it was want she wanted and always gave me anything and everything to fulfill my fantasies. However, her reclusiveness did mean that while her classmates were out partying and celebrating their graduation, Kelly would more than likely be left out.

On the last day of May that year, I went to watch her walk across the stage and receive her diploma. I was as proud as a father could be. Kelly ended up being salutatorian of her class and she gave a short speech in front of the entire audience. She told me how nervous she was before the ceremony, but she handled it like a pro and gave a tremendous speech about how supporting and loving families make all the difference. I was beaming because I knew it was about me, but I have to admit I felt a little strange not having anyone in the audience to share it with. It was then that it started to really sink in. Kelly was really going to leave. Here I was thirty-five years old, and I had no friends, no wife, and no close family, other than Kelly. She had been my whole world for so long, I hadn’t made time for anything else. It was what I wanted, but now she was leaving and I would have nothing but a lonely house to come home to. This thought pondered on my mind even as I was telling Kelly how proud I was of her after the graduation.

"Is everything all right daddy? You seem a little depressed." Kelly asked.

"No sweetheart, I was just doing some thinking. You were fantastic tonight. Why don’t you go and have a good time. Celebrate a little. You’ve earned it."

"Ok daddy! I love you!" she replied, giving me a big kiss on the cheek.

Driving home I felt lonelier than I had in a long time. It was many years ago, before Kelly came to live with me, since I had felt more so. I pulled up the driveway and walked into the house thinking things through. What was I going to do? I poured myself a drink and sat down on the couch pondering my life in complete darkness. Many hours had passed when Kelly walked in. She came through the door and stood in the darkness letting her eyes adjust before walking to the lamp on the table beside the couch. She was startled to see me sitting only a few feet away as the light filled the room. She almost jumped out of her shoes and I couldn’t help but grin at her.

"Oh daddy, you scared me! What are you doing sitting in the dark?"

"Just thinking." I replied.

"Why are you still dressed? I was wanting to celebrate with you tonight. There is something wrong, isn’t there?" she said.

She had a worried look on her face so I smiled and asked her to sit beside me, trying to act as if all was ok. She slowly walked over and sat beside me on the couch, grabbing for my hand in worry. I had thought of many things about us and about our future in the last few hours and I decided it was time for a father-daughter talk.

"I guess I’m just a little depressed is all sweetheart." I said. "It was a wonderful night, but it suddenly hit me that you are really leaving."

"No daddy, don’t talk like that. My college is only three hundred miles away. It may seem far, but it’s really not, and I will still come home as often as I can to see you. I love you daddy."

"Yes dear," I replied, "but that’s not all. It occurred to me that I have no real life without you. But I am going to change that."

"What do you mean daddy?" she asked.

"Well sweety, you are all grown up now and it’s time you started your own life. And that’s what I am going to do too. I am going to make a few friends and maybe even try to find a wife. You know, sort of start my life anew. I don’t want to grow old alone."

I was surprised to see her smile. I had worried that she would get upset and storm off or even begin to cry when I told her. Instead she looked at me with her wonderful blue eyes and gave a reassuring smile.

"Oh daddy, you won’t ever be alone. You have me. But I understand what you are saying. I want you to be happy. We will always be lovers, but you do need to get out more while I’m gone. It would kill me to think you were wasting your life away staying cooped up in this old house." She said.

"Really, so you’re not upset about any of this?" I was starting to feel relieved.

"Not at all! I think we should both try new things. But remember that I will always be yours, first and foremost. And I’d be happier knowing you feel the same way. Even if you find a new wife, remember that I am your first love, and always will be."

I was so happy I leaned over and gave her the biggest hug I had. She hugged me back and then stood up.

She said, "Now that it’s settled, lets celebrate!"

She quickly removed her clothes and started to help me out of mine even before I could stand up. Before long we were both completely naked and she was jerking my cock as we shared a long, wet kiss. We made out for several minutes, really enjoying the love we were feeling for each other. Then she pulled away and dropped to her knees. We were both very horny for each other and I could tell she wanted to be a real whore tonight.

"Ok daddy. I’m going to suck your cock dry tonight. I’m so horny! I want you to fuck me until the sun comes up! I feel like being a real slut tonight daddy! Your slut!"

She hadn’t been this aroused in quite a while and the things she was saying were driving me wild. She lightly nibbled on my cock head before she roughly shoved as much of my cock into her throat as she could. She then pulled away quickly and then thrust her head forward onto my cock for more. I thought she would choke, but the feeling I was having was tremendous.

"Ok daddy! Now take my hair in your hands and fuck my mouth!" she screamed.

I did as told and began to roughly pound my cock into her sweet little teenage mouth. Her saliva was running thick down her chin and onto her large breasts. Her eyes were watering, but she gave no indication that I should stop. I could feel my orgasm coming, but tried hard not to cum yet. I wanted to save it as long as I could and enjoy this night as much as possible. After several minutes of deepthroating my cock, she pushed me hard back into the seat of the couch and continued her cock sucking. She would pause every now and then and look up at me, stroking my cock with unbelievable speed. The most filthy things were coming out of her mouth each time she removed it from my dick.

"OH YEAH, YOU LIKE THAT DADDY?! YOU WANT YOUR BABY GIRL TO SWALLOW YOUR LOAD?! OH FUCK YOUR COCK IS SO BIG. I’M GOING TO DRINK YOUR CUM! I’M GOING TO RUB IT ALL OVER MY BIG TITS. I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY TITS WHILE THEY’RE ALL WET WITH YOUR CUM!"

I had never heard her talk so slutty before, and I was really loving it. I knew with her in control that I wouldn’t last much longer as my balls were starting to tighten. I held out as long as I could. I wanted to shoot the biggest load of my life for my little girl on her special night. By miracle, I was able to last quite a while until I couldn’t control myself anymore. She was stroking my cock hard when the first stream left my cock head. It shot high over her head and actually landed fully on the crack of her ass at the small of her back. She quickly put my cock back into her mouth and drank the next several shots down like a pro. Some of my cum oozed out the corners of her mouth as she was still jerking my cock. I was still cumming when she raised her chest and jerked the last few squirts in between her large breasts. To my surprise, she didn’t stop for a second. She quickly laid down in the floor at my feet and began to spread my spunk all over her tits.

"OK DADDY! DO IT NOW WHILE YOUR COCK IS STILL HARD! FUCK MY BIG TITS NOW! HURRY DADDY, I NEED MORE!" she screamed.

I did as I was told and quickly dropped down straddling her chest. She moaned as I placed my huge member in between her tits. She then pushed on the sides of each breast until my cock almost completely disappeared in between her large mounds. My cock head was still sensitive from my orgasm, but I couldn’t let my little girl down. I began to pump hard as she took the head of my dick into her mouth with each stroke, sucking as hard as she could. I reached around and began to quickly rub her clit as I continued to pump her tits. I feel embarrassed writing about it now but at the time I was really getting into it. I decided to join her in sex talk.

"OH YEAH BABY! YOUR TITS FEEL SO GOOD! DO YOU LIKE DADDY’S BIG COCK IN BETWEEN YOUR TITS?! FUCK MY DICK WITH YOUR TITS SLUT! FUCK IT HARDER OR I WILL NEVER TOUCH YOUR LITTLE SLUTTY CUNT AGAIN!"

I was lying of course, but it was really hot and heavy at the time. Kelly had to know I was kidding, but she played along anyway.

"OH PLEASE DON’T STOP DADDY! I’LL FUCK YOU HARDER! JUST KEEP RUBBING MY CLIT PLEASE!"

She made good on her promise as she began to move her tits up and down on my shaft like a wild woman. She was squeezing hard now and my cock was tightly mashed in between her beautiful young breasts. It must have hurt her, but she didn’t show it. I think she would have continued her pace as long as I let her but I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to fuck her, and I was going to fuck her hard. I knew she wanted it. I stood up grabbed my daughter. I picked her up forcefully, and practically threw her onto the couch.

"DADDY’S GOING TO FUCK YOUR LITTLE PUSSY NOW! I’M GOING TO FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT!"

I was still talking filthily to my little girl, but she smiled a little at my statement. I quickly placed myself between her legs and pulled them up, one over each shoulder. Her ass was hanging off the edge of the couch as I was squatting in position. I then made aim at her love hole. It was extremely wet and I made one quick thrust at her cunt. Her pussy had taken a pounding from my 12" cock for two years, but it was still very tight, at least to me. I pushed hard though and never relented until I felt my balls slam roughly onto her ass. She was wide-eyed and her mouth was gaping open seductively as I started to pound her hard.

"OH SHIT, YOU ARE SO FUCKING BIG! I LOVE YOUR MASSIVE COCK DADDY!" she screamed.

I knew it must have hurt pretty badly by the look on her face, but she was sure hiding it well in her sex talk. She wanted it harder and I was going to give it to her. It was her special night. I began a pace like never before as I was slamming as fast as I could. She was yelping and moaning with every thrust as she rubbed her wet tits. Then she spoke.

"OH GOD IT’S SO GOOD! NOW IN MY ASS! RIGHT NOW! AS HARD AS YOU CAN!"

I was only happy to oblige as I removed my cock from her dripping pussy. She had cum several times and my cock was more than slick enough. I saw that she had also been fingering her asshole a little and she was ready. I placed my cock at tight little asshole as she slightly raised it higher to give me more room to work. He legs were still over my shoulders as I jammed my cock in. I was expecting only about half of it to penetrate, but to my surprise I felt my balls slam against her ass cheeks once again. It was the first time I had fully entered my baby’s asshole with one push and I stopped for a moment to see if she was all right. By the look in her eyes she wasn’t, but she again told me to fuck her hard. She speech was a little quieter now, but I knew she wanted it. I began a torrid pace as I spanked her ass with my ball sack. She could only moan now and her breathing became very rapid. I couldn’t stop myself as I increased my thrusts until we were both breathing and moaning loudly.

"OH SHIT BABY, I’M GOING TO CUUUUUUUUM!"

I was already shooting my load into her ass when I pulled out to dump the rest on her tits. I raised up onto my feet and leaned over her, supporting myself with one arm on the back of the couch. I began to dump blast after blast of cum onto her tits, and some inadvertently onto her face. Like a good little girl, she opened her mouth to receive as much spunk as I would allow. I came like never before and she was covered from tits to forehead before I finished. She was panting hard and trying to regain some composure as I sat down beside her and took the scene in. It was a wild looking mess. There my little girl was with cum all over her chest and face. What cum I dumped into her ass was oozing out as she laid rubbing to rest all over her torso. I looked down at myself to see that I was completely slick with sweat and cum from my waist to my knees. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen and I had just lived it.

After several minutes of silence, I leaned over closer beside her. She was calmer now and was licking cum off one of her nipples. I don’t know what came over me, but I decided to help her enjoy the feast. There was a large amount on her opposite breast, closest to me, along with a pool in between her tits. I began to suck and lick her nipple as I sucked up as much of my own cum into my mouth as I could. Then I raised up and looked at her. She had a surprised look on her face as I leaned down and kissed her, pushing the cum into her mouth from my own. We continued to kiss for some time until all the cum was in her mouth. Then I pulled away so she could swallow and she smiled.

"Thank you so much daddy! I bet no other man would help his lover out the way you do!" She said.

"I love you so much baby," I replied, "I would do anything to help you or to make you happy."

We shared another deep kiss and then got up and headed for the shower. We bathed each other thoroughly before we went off to bed for more. We fucked each other until the sun came up, just like she wanted. The rest of the evening was much more loving and passionate than before. It wasn’t wild, or hard, or kinky. We spooned and cuddled and talked about the future as we made love. It was my favorite night ever with my daughter and I couldn’t think of a better way to say goodbye. I knew it wouldn’t be forever, but I still couldn’t help but think it was our last time before everything would change.

That summer was busy for both of us. My job was getting more stressful and Kelly had been working a lot to earn some money before she went to college. I told her I would pay for anything her scholarships wouldn’t cover and that she needn’t worry about money, but she worked anyway. She was such a good girl, trying her best to help anyway she could. Because of our schedules, we were had less time for intimacy. We were both tired almost every night, so our sex life was slower than ever. I really didn’t mind. I loved just being with her. I think it bothered her some that she wasn’t satisfying me like before, but I assured her every night that it was ok. Time went by so fast that summer. Before I really even realized it, we were packing up her things for college. The night before she left, we slept together and talked most of the night. She was nervous and I tried to console her, even though I was as nervous as she was. I would be alone from now on I thought, and my mind was so preoccupied that I had trouble at times even concentrating on what she was saying.

The next day I presented her with my last surprise before she left. She had driven a nice car in high school but it was getting some miles on it. Now, she walked outside to see a brand-new SUV parked in the driveway. She was stunned when I tossed her the keys and told her to take good care of it.

"Oh daddy! I can’t believe it!" she said, and then hugged me for a long time.

I could hear her sobbing and I have to admit I wasn’t exactly dry-eyed either. We loaded her new car and then kissed each other goodbye. I am not ashamed to admit that I went inside and cried after she pulled away. I was alone now. For real this time. And I got drunk.

 

That first week alone was like torture. I could barely function. I tried to fill my spare time with movies and drives around town, but it was only a temporary fix. Kelly would call me every night to see how I was and I always put on a good face, so to speak. I could tell in her voice that she was lonely too, but I knew she would make friends in no time. It was me that I was more worried about. After a few more weeks, I decided I had moped around enough and it was time to start getting out more.

During the next month I began to hang out more with the guys. We did all the usual stuff like go to bars and play golf, but nothing too exciting. Still it was something to fill my time and it helped my loneliness. I still lusted for Kelly and she was in my fantasies every time I masturbated. She was still calling frequently, but her calls were getting shorter and shorter. I knew she was making new friends and I was really happy for her. Also, she told me she had found a job. At first I was upset because I wanted her to concentrate on her studies. I told her we had plenty of money, but she insisted on keeping her job. I asked her what kind of work it was and she was very nonspecific, but said it was in the entertainment business and that it could lead new career opportunities for her. I knew she had been interested in the entertainment business for a long time. She often talked of trying to be a singer or movie star or something along those lines so I decided to let her keep her job without any more flack from me. I thought it was all a pipe dream, but if it made her happy I figured she should give it a shot.

Meanwhile, the boys and I started to change our scenery a little and broaden our horizons. By my suggestion, some of the guys and me started to frequent one of the local strip joints in town. It was one of your more upscale clubs and had some of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. I couldn’t get my fill and it wasn’t long before my buddies and I were there almost every night. My best friend David and I were the two most frequent visitors of the group. We had even worked it out with the owner so that we didn’t have to pay a cover charge. We spent enough money on the girls and we tipped the waitresses well enough that he allowed it. We got to be really good friends with him as well. His name was Franco and he would make a point to give David and I the best available seats in the house. One night he called us to his office and gave us some very promising and exciting news.

"I host a special party two or three times a year for my best customers." Franco said, "It is sort of a thank you for your business kind of party. Usually it is for my highest rollers, but why don’t you two stop by. You have been very good and loyal customers."

I knew what he was talking about but I was surprised he was asking us to come. I had heard it through the grapevine that he did host these parties on the side, but it was usually for his more wealthy customers, and I did not qualify shell out nearly as much money as some did.

"Really Franco?" I asked. "I thought it was just for the big-time spenders."

"Well, usually it is, but you guys have become friends of mine and I would like you to come as well. You don’t have to worry about the money. Just spend what you normally do and everything will be all right."

"Sure Franco," I said, "we would love to come."

"Now I must warn you that it will be held in another city. I have other clubs in other cities with special customers as well, and I try to find a place that is centered among all of them so everyone might come." Franco said.

David was just nodding his head along with me and we thanked him again before we left to go back into the club. That night back at home, I found myself overly excited about the party. Franco had given us a written invitation before we left, and I must have read it twenty times before I went to bed. The party was to be held at a disclosed location that was not available on the invitation. This is what especially caught my interest. What kind of party would this be that the location is so secret? The invitation had a phone number on it along with a password. You had to call the number and immediately say the password when the other party answered. Then you would be given the directions to the location of the party. It seemed so exciting and I could barely contain myself until the big night. David and I had been planning it for days. I called the number the day after we got the invitation and found out that the party was going to be at a warehouse in a city not too far away, but far enough we decided to stay for the weekend. The party would be held on a Saturday night and we were told that upon entry, clothing would be optional. It was frightening and exciting at the same time because I knew some special treatment must be in store.

That Friday at work I couldn’t concentrate. I was watching the clock closely and counting the minutes before quitting time. David almost burst my office door down at exactly five o’clock.

"Oh man! Are you ready? I’ve been waiting for this for a week!"

"You bet!" I replied, "I couldn’t get a thing done all day just thinking about it."

We hurried out of the building and jumped into David’s pick-up. We were already packed and ready to go. We planned on getting to the city late, checking into a hotel, and getting plenty of rest for the big party. I hadn’t been so excited in months. I didn’t really know what to expect, but I knew it was going to be worth it. We arrived at our hotel at about nine o’clock and decided to just crash out. The next day we got up and just sort of screwed around that afternoon killing some time. Then we went back to the hotel to clean up and get ready. We arrived at the warehouse at six o’clock that evening and a valet directed us to an attacked, indoor parking garage. We parked beside some very expensive vehicles and got out to go inside. We were both nervous as we walked up to the door. When we knocked, the door opened to a large room where everyone was waiting. Some had already gotten undressed and were sitting naked on some sofas along the wall. I was surprised to see that there were a few women in the room as well. I hadn’t expected that, but I should have. There were several women who frequented the club back home as well. My cock began to harden as I noticed that some of the women had also decided to lose their clothing. One of them was particularly attractive with large breasts and a nice figure. She was young, not a day more than twenty-five I thought. She was pretty too, and something came over me. I decided to undress and go sit next to her. There was some chit chat among the guests and David had already stuck up a conversation with one of the gentlemen sitting by the door. I decided to go talk to the woman. I stripped down to just my shoes and walked over to her, taking a seat next to her.

"Hi," I said, "my name is Reginald, but my friends call me Reggie."

"Hello. I’m Dedra." She said. I grinned a little as I saw her stunned reaction to seeing my large erection.

"Do you come to these parties often? This is my first one." I continued.

"No, this is my first one also. I was invited by Franco." She answered.

"Yeah, me too. May I ask you a personal question?" I asked.

"I guess so."

"Not to be offensive, but are you a lesbian? I only ask because I was at a gentleman’s club when I received the invitation." I was surprised how forward I was being, but I felt completely comfortable. She smiled at my question.

"No, actually I am strait. Franco owns some male adult clubs as well, and I am a customer at one."

"Oh, I’m sorry I jumped at conclusions." I said.

"Don’t worry. It is an honest mistake." She said. She was warming up to me a little.

Then the most amazing thing happened. It was all so fast I barely recall. She looked down at my cock and then back at me.

"May I?" she asked, as she motioned down toward my erect penis. "It’s just too magnificent to pass up."

I nodded yes, and she slowly rose from her seat and kneeled down between my legs. Before I could grasp the situation, she had gently raised my cock up to her lips and took the head of it into her mouth. I was stunned. My body was tense as she began to suck more of my cock into her mouth. I was watching intently as inch after inch disappeared past her beautiful burgundy lips. After several minutes, I looked up to see everyone in the room watching us. David even gave me a thumbs up, which I returned with a smile. It was amazing to have everyone watching us, and I was loving it. This beautiful woman was sucking my cock well when she suddenly stopped her motions and looked up at me. My cock was still in her mouth as she began a slow descent down my shaft. She never took her eyes off me, taking my entire twelve inches into her mouth. I could feel the tightness of her throat on the end of my dick as she held her position at the base. Her chin was pressed had into my scrotum and her nose was hard into my pelvis as she deep throated me. It was the best head I had ever received and I felt my orgasm coming on. I told her I was about to cum but she only pulled away for a moment to catch her breath, and then plunged her face hard back against my pelvis. Her mouth was widely stuffed and she licked her tongue around the base of my cock as she fondled my balls. I couldn’t hold back anymore and I began to cum deep into her throat. She never moved as I emptied load after load of sperm into her stomach. After I finished, she finally pulled away with a gasp and swallowed hard. She was an expert I thought to myself, as she barely even smudged her lipstick.

"Thank you Reggie. I needed an appetizer." She said. Then she rose and sat back down next to me on the sofa. My cock was wet with saliva and she handed me a couple of tissues from her purse. I wiped my cock off, still stunned by what had happened. It was the first woman to suck my cock other than my daughter or her mother. I have to admit. It was great. Probably the best I’d ever had, but I guessed her to be no amateur, even at her young age. After several moments, she saw someone she recognized and got up to go talk to them. That’s when David came over by me. He was naked too now.

"Damn! I can’t believe what I just saw! First you just up and get naked, then you go over and talk to that girl, then you get a blowjob! Unbelievable!" he said.

"Yeah, I’m still dazed by it all, but it was great!" I replied.

Then suddenly a man opened the door to the main entrance. He was dressed in tight leather and must have been one of the hosts of the evening by his speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention please." He said, as everyone turned his way. "If you will kindly follow me, I will escort you to the main room where this evenings festivities will take place."

He then turned and walked back into the main entrance as everyone got up to follow. I was feeling rather good and my nerves had been settled by Dedra’s wonderful mouth. I was hoping I might see her later that evening, even as we were entering the room. When we past through, the room opened up to an elegant setting. The walls were mahogany, as well as the floor, and there were expensive chandeliers and other items decorating the room. The room was well lit with soft lighting to give off a sexy atmosphere. Everything could be seen well, unlike the strip club we frequented. It certainly was nothing like I had expected and certainly didn’t belong in an old warehouse. It looked like we had walked into a mansion. There were several stages around the room for dancers and couches, chairs, tables, and other type furnishings decorated around. The room was large enough for many more people than were there, which allowed plenty of room for browsing, conversation, and hopefully fucking. I was beginning to really get into the whole scene. My mind was now almost completely free of Kelly and work and everything. I was a man on the prowl and I wanted to fuck as many girls as possible. I knew what kind of party it was, and I wanted to soak it all in. I had never felt so selfish (and horny) in all my life. As everyone was settling in, the host in leather again spoke. This time from a microphone on the main stage.

"And now, for our evenings first event . . . Stacy!" he exclaimed.

As he said it, he motioned back toward the curtain. A moment later, a beautiful long-haired brunette came out from behind, totally naked. I was expecting a little dancing as the music started, but instead she walked right over to the host and grabbed him hard behind the head. She was kissing him roughly as he began to undress. Before long, they were both naked as she dropped before him and began to suck his cock. She was stroking her head fast up and down his shaft, occasionally pausing to lick his balls. Then he dropped down between her legs as she lay back and began to lick her shaven pussy. I wasn’t too surprised because I was expecting anything. Still, being a voyeur and exhibitionist at heart, I was really enjoying the show and my cock was hard again.

After a few more minutes, Stacy was moaning uncontrollably. Either she was doing a wonderful job of acting, or the host was really good at what he was doing. He suddenly raised up and quickly shoved his cock into her wet pussy. She gapped her mouth and opened her eyes wide as a loud scream escaped her. He was fucking her hard as he grabbed for the microphone again.

"If anyone else would like a taste of Stacy, please feel free to come up on the stage." He said.

To my surprise, my old buddy David was the first one up. He kneeled down and pointed his cock at her beautiful mouth as she took him in. I would like to say that David was as good a performer as the host, but he was jacking his cum onto Stacy’s tits only moments later. The host was still driving into Stacy’s pussy as he watched her rub David’s cum into her breasts. I gave a whoop for him as he gave me the thumbs up. That’s about the time I looked around the room to see what was going on. All of the stages had sex shows now. Many of the guests had also taken sexual positions on the various furnishings as most of the room was fucking. The stages were all full of sex scenes as the girls seemed to endlessly appear from behind doors and curtains. Where as the men greatly outnumbered the women in the waiting room, now there must have been two girls to every guy. I needed to cum and so I decided to just pick out an unoccupied hole to fuck.

Not far from me was a girl giving head to one of the gentlemen guests. I hadn’t seen her before in the waiting area, and guessed her to be one of the working girls. She was standing on her feet in high heels and bent over sucking some guys lucky cock who lay on one of the couches. I decided introductions probably weren’t necessary. He ass was perfect, tanned and tight. I walked over to her and placed my cock at the entrance of her pussy. With a push, I was inside her as I heard her give out a moan. She never even looked back to see me, as she moaned all over the other man’s cock. I began to pump her cunt as I placed my hands on her hips for better control. I was gentle as I eased my entire shaft into her vagina. She moaned out loud as I hit bottom with all twelve inches. After I allowed her to adjust a little, I began to fuck her harder. Before long I had a nice pace going.

"Oh fuck! Yeah, fuck!" was about all she would say in between slurps of cock. She was extremely horny and I was feeling her effects as she began to fuck me back. I watched as she jerked her other man’s cum all over her face as I pumped away. He quickly excused himself when she had cleaned him up. Then she wiped herself off with a towel I hadn’t noticed before. She then raised up and stood in front of me, my cock still stiff in her pussy, as she reached behind and rubbed my head. I kissed her on the neck as I rubbed her breasts. Her titties were small but firm and felt velvety soft. A few minutes later I was ready to burst.

"I’m going to have to cum now." I whispered, as politely as possible. That’s when she surprised me.

"Cum inside me." She said.

I needed no other prodding as I began to fuck her as hard as I could. She began to scream out in pleasure as I felt her own juices begin flowing down my thighs. I could hold back no longer as I began to release my wad into her canal. My orgasm was incredible and lasted several seconds before we both collapsed onto the nearby sofa. We were sweaty and slick from our combination of bodily fluids as we lay together kissing and touching for several more minutes.

"Oh God that was good! Thank you for choosing me tonight. My name is Marge and you can have me any time!"

"Thanks," I said, "I might just take you up on that."

We then shared another kiss before she got up and went into the ladies’ room to freshen up. I decided to do the same as I made my way across the room toward the men’s room. That’s when something caught my eye. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I caught a glimpse of someone familiar as I walked toward the restroom. It didn’t dawn on me for several moments until I got closer. I sat down in a chair opposite a sofa near the far wall by the restroom. I was in shock. There was an amazing scene taking place on the sofa in front of me, an act I had only seen in porno movies. There was a young woman sitting on a large man’s cock as another slimmer man was fucking her in the ass. Yet another man was standing at the back of the sofa getting his cock sucked by the very same woman, and two others on either side receiving hand jobs. There this woman was actually satisfying five man simultaneously! And the real kicker was that the young woman was my daughter. I would know her body anywhere. Kelly was a mess of sweat and lube as she was skillfully managing five cocks. Of course she didn’t see me behind her and I found that I couldn’t keep my eyes off the gangbang she was receiving. My limp cock quickly sprung back to life as I felt some guilt creep in. I thought I should be angry, jealous at least. But instead I was extremely aroused. This went on for several minutes before the man in her mouth suddenly spasmed and groaned. He was cumming in my sweetheart’s mouth as I heard her slurping on his cum. He then walked away giving her a little pat on the head. I saw my opportunity and took it. I was almost in a run as I made my way around the sofa to her sweet little face. It was distorted in ecstacy and her eyes were closed as she jerked and fucked the four remaining men, moaning and gyrating like crazy. I placed my cock at her lips and she instinctively took it in her mouth and massaged me with her tongue. I was tingling all over as I watched her getting fucked and sucking my cock. Suddenly she pulled my cock from her mouth and looked up at me.

"Your cock is so bi . . . "

She stopped dead in her tracks as she realized it was me. She had a look of fear on her face as she stopped all movement. The man in her ass was still pumping away, but the others had a ‘what the fuck’ look on their faces, wondering why she stopped.

"It’s ok darling," I said, "you mustn’t tease the boys like that."

I then pushed my cock back into her gapping mouth. She never took her eyes off me as she slowly began to stoke and fuck the others again. She began to suck my cock again as she was really getting into it. I like to think that I had a huge part in her renewed horniness. Not a moment later, the man in her ass pulled out and jacked off all over her back. When the other two saw that, they began to spurt their cum all over her also. After she had stoked them dry, she reached around and grabbed my ass. She pulled me hard into her throat and began to fuck my cock with her beautiful mouth. I could tell by his noises that the man underneath her was cumming inside her as she sped up her thrusts onto his cock. After several more moments, she raised up to let the man go underneath her, never releasing my cock from her loving mouth. He had no more than sat up when a redheaded woman who had been watching decided she needed a taste. Kelly’s ass was raised high off the sofa with her knees on the cushions when the woman, who was beautiful in her own right, walked up to Kelly’s ass, spread her cheeks, and began to lap at her cum-covered cunt. She moaned hard onto my cock as the woman must have been doing an excellent job on her clit. Two other girls decided not to let all that cum go to waste, as they began to lick some off her back, sharing it with each other is some amazing cum swaps. I was so aroused by the whole scene that I couldn’t wait. I began to cum inside her mouth as she sucked. She gagged a little on my first spurt as she closed her eyes tight and tried to swallow. Then she pulled away, having all she could handle at the time, and jerked my last squirts onto her face. She then turned and joined the other three girls in a lesbian orgy, as they licked cum off each other’s bodies. I watched for a little while longer and then decided to go freshen up. I had planned on returning for more action, but when I came back, they were gone. There were new people fucking and sucking each other on the couch now, and Kelly was nowhere to be seen.

I spent the rest of the night fucking and licking various girls until my balls had no more cum to offer. Everyone else was spent as well, as most who were left were laying sprawled about kissing and fondling one another. David and I were among the last to leave that night. I looked for Kelly the rest of the evening, but I never saw her again that night. We got dressed in the waiting room and walked back to our car.

"Man! That was some night wasn’t it!" David said. "I must have fucked a dozen girls!"

"Yeah," I replied, "me too! At least that many."

"Man," David said, "we gotta come back next time! It was the best night of my life. I especially have to come back for Kelly."

This, of course, sparked my curiosity. "Who’s Kelly?" I asked.

"She was one of the girls in there, one of the working girls I guess. She was fantastic! Of all the women, she was the best! You must have missed out. You would remember her for sure."

"What did she look like?" I asked.

"She was gorgeous. Long blonde hair, great body, the best! She sure could fuck and suck too! I could have married this one! She was a great lover. I’ll bet she banged at least twenty guys tonight! I heard she had a gangbang with five or six guys at once earlier tonight."

I smiled at his description. It was no doubt my Kelly, and I was oddly proud. She was my daughter, but at the same time, this confirmed she was the best lover I would ever have. I only hope she wasn’t embarrassed about our meeting, or how unexpected it was. I know I wasn’t. But it was curious that she disappeared. David had no idea she was my Kelly, as he never really saw her when she was still living with me. I took comfort in the fact that she was mine and it was mostly anonymous. Very few people could identify us as father and daughter.

I now knew why she never asked for money, and why she would never accept my offers to give her money. I’ll bet she was making more than me for her services. My little whore. I was beaming with pride. I couldn’t understand it, but seeing her getting fucked like that made me happy and horny. I knew our relationship could now expand to whole new horizons. New doors were opening, and I couldn’t wait to see her during the holidays. I began to plan even as David and I drove back to the hotel.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

ould hear her father, at least. She wanted so badly to see what they were doing. She dared herself to open their door. The hinges were in good shape, they didn’t make noise, so maybe…

She knelt down to the side of the doorjamb and put her hand on the knob, turning it as slowly as possible, ready to bolt back to her room if she made a sound. After what seemed like forever, she got the knob turned enough to push the door open. To her relief, her parents weren’t facing the door full-on. She let the knob ease back to its resting position and edged forward a little.

Her mother sat on the edge of the bed and her father stood facing his wife. Her mother’s head bobbed slowly, then faster. He yanked her hair, pulling her off his cock, and slapped her face. Once, then again, harder. Angie put a hand over her mouth to quiet her gasp, but saw her mother grinning. He reached down and squeezed her mother’s breasts, digging his fingers in and making her flinch, then drew his hand back and slapped the right one hard. He repeated that slap, as well, then did the same to her left breast. Then, quickly, her mother was on her knees on the bed, with the covers bunched up at her head, which was against the mattress. Her father had a hand fisted in her mother’s hair, pushing her face down as he rammed into her from behind. Angie couldn’t tell from the angle she had to watch from whether he was in her pussy or ass. She could hear the smack of flesh against flesh as testament to how hard he was fucking her mother. He came fast, grunting low, and sat back on the bed. After a few moments, he reached forward and grabbed her mother’s hair again, pulling her across his lap. Angie watched, eyes wide, as he held open her mother’s pussy lips, exposing her clit. He took firm hold of the little nub between the second knuckles of his index and middle fingers, jerking on it harshly.

Angie could feel the cool air on the wet fabric of her panties against her skin. Her pussy throbbed. She adjusted, moving her knees apart enough that she could get her hand between her legs, then slipped a hand beneath her nightshirt and into her panties. She pushed two fingers inside herself, moving them in and out and spreading the wetness up her slit. Curling her fingers and pinching hard, she worked her clit as much like the way her mother’s was being worked as she could. Biting her lips together so she wouldn’t make a sound, she watched as her mother whined and tightened the muscles of her legs, coming against her father’s hand. Angie squeezed her legs together as she came, just barely choking off a groan.

Leaving the door open, afraid to close it now that they were finished and wouldn’t be as distracted, she got up and snuck unsteadily back to her room. After washing her hands, she crawled back under her blanket, falling asleep within minutes.


Friday

Cara’s car was in the back parking lot when Angie begged her way out of her last class fifteen minutes early. She threw her backpack and overnight bag into the back seat. “I can’t believe I get to stay all weekend!” she squealed excitedly.

“You’re sure your parents won’t be suspicious?”

“Yep. They’re both away at conferences. They left this morning. Guess what?”

“What?”

“I got my report card.” She reached down the front of her shirt and pulled a piece of folded pin-feed printer paper from her bra.

Cara took the paper and unfolded it. She grinned and put a hand behind Angie’s neck, pulling her forward and kissing her hard, possessively. “Good girl. Looks like you’ll deserve the little surprise I have for you on Sunday.”

Angie’s eyes lit up, both because she knew her owner was proud of her and because of the little forewarning of something special. “Ooh, surprise?”

“You’ll have to wait until Sunday.” She let Angie go and handed the paper back to her, then put the car in gear and pulled out of the lot.

They stopped in town at the supermarket. “I need to pick up some things to cook for Jonathan,” she explained before getting out. She walked around to Angie’s side of the car and opened the door for her.

“Just for Jonathan?” Angie asked, purposefully injecting a little jealousy into the question.

“I have more than enough of foods you like,” Cara said, narrowing her eyes. She swatted Angie on the butt and closed the car door. “But I didn’t know he was vegetarian until this morning. Lacto-ovo, I think? Eats eggs and dairy, anyway.”

“So he’s staying all weekend, too?”

“Mmhm.” She backed Angie up against the door and leaned into her. Cara looked around the parking lot to make sure there was no one paying particular attention before sliding her hands up both of Angie’s hips, beneath her skirt, and dragging her panties down.

Angie turned a bit pink. “What are you doing?”

“Starting our weekend,” Cara smirked, letting the panties fall to Angie’s ankles while she found the waistband of the plaid school skirt and began rolling it up until the back barely covered Angie’s ass.

Angie reached down and took her panties off her feet, handing them to Cara, who stuck them in her pocket. She followed Cara around the grocery store and put things into the cart as she was directed. Cara found particular amusement in dropping unbreakable things in populated aisles and having Angie pick them up. She smiled to herself as Angie blushed harder when people were able to look right up her skirt to see her shaved slit and all.

When they got to Cara’s house, after everything was put away and dinner had been set in the oven to cook, she went to the living room. Angie had installed herself on the sofa to watch television until Jonathan arrived. Cara picked up the remote and turned the TV off, standing in front of it. Angie smiled under the look she was getting from her Mistress.

Cara licked her bottom lip, looking down at Angie’s skirt, still rolled up. “Touch yourself,” she instructed.

Angie unfolded her legs and pulled up the hem of her skirt, sitting on one hand while using the other. She pressed two fingers between the lips of her pussy, rubbing up and down her slit, lingering over her clit and spreading her outer lips apart on the way back toward her hole.

“You masturbated last night.” Cara raised an eyebrow.

“How can you tell that?” Angie’s smile would have given her away even if nothing else had.

“That’s my secret. I think you might need a little spanking – you’re not nearly wet enough.”

Cara sat down on the sofa beside her, jerked the redhead over her lap and flipped her skirt up, then proceeded to spank the soft curve of Angie’s bottom with her bare hand. Angie squealed and wiggled when the handprints began to sting as they landed in the same place. It was just beginning to burn when there was a knock at the door.

“It’s open, come in!” Cara called.

Jonathan opened the door and looked around it before coming inside. He smiled at the display of Angie’s bare bottom. Angie turned her face against Cara’s side and giggled. She got one last smack before Cara pulled her back up to sit.

“Go to the bedroom and put your things down. We’ll start going over rules for this weekend,” Cara told him. She nodded to Angie, “You, to the bedroom, too, miss thing.”

Angie scampered off. They were sitting side-by-side on the bed when Cara came in after them. She smiled, noticing that Angie had taken her stuffed bunny and set it with the pillows again.

“No clothing all weekend, unless we happen to go somewhere. You don’t wear anything that I don’t put on you,” Cara began, arms crossed in authority. “I want all body parts accessible to me at all times.”

Angie squirmed a little in anticipation.

“You don’t have to call me Ma’am the entire time – only if the situation warrants it. I’m sure you both can feel out when it’s appropriate and when leaving it off won’t get you into trouble.” She stopped and looked at them expectantly. “Well? Strip.”

Having already shed her socks, shoes, and bra upon entering the house, and being relieved of her panties earlier, Angie didn’t have much to strip from. She got rid of her shirt and skirt quickly, then bounced back onto the bed to watch Jonathan remove his clothes. She grinned at the fact that he was already just as hard as she was wet.

Cara stepped closer to him. “Jonathan,” she said, getting his attention fully on her as he dropped his underwear onto the pile of their combined clothing. “I want you to show Angie your back.”

Angie knew that every time she’d seen him before today, except the first time, he had been naked to the skin. She had been too preoccupied, though, with her own situations or other parts of his body to have taken special notice of his back, and it was turned away from her even now.

He shook his head slightly, pleading to Cara with his eyes and mouthing, “No…”

“Yes. She needs to know this. She’ll notice it eventually and ask you anyway.”

He wrapped his arms around himself defensively and turned, his eyes cast downward. Cara put her hands on his arms and backed him toward the bed so that Angie could see. The younger girl saw his jaw tighten and release anxiously.

There were scars on his back. They looked a couple of years old, silvery and long, all going diagonally across. Angie frowned.

“You asked me what happened with his previous Master,” Cara reminded her.

Angie reached out and touched him with her fingertips. He flinched, his posture jerking a little more upright before Cara touched his shoulder again to ground him.

“Why?” Angie asked.

He looked to Cara again, imploringly, but she nodded once in answer. He sighed. “He used the buckle end of his belt to punish me.” Jonathan swallowed hard. “He was angry about something else and took it out on me after he had me in restraints.”

Angie pulled a pained face. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He shrugged. “It’s okay. Doesn’t hurt anymore. I found out later that he’d had a couple of other subs leave him for pretty much the same thing.”

She put a hand flat on this back and ran it down gently, then got up on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Cara reached up to pet his hair. “The guy was pretty much ousted from the BDSM community in this area. Nobody will so much as play with him, much less attach themselves to him.”

He relaxed and put his hands on Angie’s arms, suddenly grateful for the acceptance.

Cara went to her dresser and took something out of one of the jewelry boxes that sat on top, turning and keeping it behind her back so that neither of them could see. It made a little tinkling sound that Angie thought was familiar, though.

“Were you ever collared?” Cara asked.

“No,” Jonathan shook his head. “He always just told me I wasn’t good enough for his collar.”

“Kneel down for me,” she commanded.

Angie let her arms slide from around his neck as he dropped to his knees in front of her owner.

Cara ran her hand over his hair again and touched his face. “You’re more than worth collaring. I’ve known you for a few years now, and I’ve been thinking about collaring you since before I met Angie. But I wanted to wait until you were ready to be owned again. I know of your past experiences. A ‘kind Domme’ is not an oxymoron, sweetheart. I’m whatever you need me to be, same as I am for Angie. Do you understand?”

Jonathan beamed lovingly up to her. “Yes, Ma’am.”

She took her other hand from behind her back and let them see what was in it: a collar much like Angie’s new one, with his name engraved on the inside. She held both ends and put it around his neck, buckling it at the front and securing it with a little lock, then turned it around so that the lock was on the back.

“Since I have two of you now, there are some new things to consider. There’s a new permanent rule. You can have each other any time you want, with one stipulation; when one of you is actively submitting to me, you have to have my permission or command. Any other time is up for grabs. There might be more rules added on as we feel things out. You both got it?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” both replied.

Cara smiled. “Okay, then. Time for dinner. Come on.”

The dinner table was set informally and Cara put the food in the middle of it. Angie and Jonathan began eating quickly, both excited to get on with the evening. She scolded them, telling them to slow down, that if one of them got sick, she would make them sit out playing tonight and punish them later for making her miss playing with them, and “It will not be the fun kind of punishment, I promise you.”

After a few more bites of her dinner, Angie’s hand began to sneak toward the wedge of chocolate cake that had been set near her.

“Ah-ah, no,” Cara shook her head firmly. “You eat some more of your dinner first.”

Angie blinked, then frowned contrarily. “Eat my dinner first? You sound like my mother.”

“No, I’m your Mistress. Which means you will actually do what I tell you to.” Cara raised an eyebrow.

Angie did her best to keep down a smile and ate her dinner quietly, only reaching for her cake when Cara bumped the saucer toward her. When she saw they had eaten as much as they were going to, she got up and started out, beckoning them after her. They followed obediently to the bedroom.

Cara was already putting a gag on Jonathan when Angie straggled in. She recognized it as a gag that had been used on herself before – the black gag with a short cock on the inside, giving just enough room to breathe past its presence in one’s mouth.

“We’ll go easy tonight. Lie down,” Cara told him.

While he was placing himself on the bed, Cara took her clothes off. She picked up a larger, pearly, purple dildo from the top of the dresser and crawled over him, straddling his chest, and snapped it onto the front of the gag. Jonathan moved his head a little, feeling the weight of the dildo as it moved. Cara put a hand around it to still his head, giving him an amused but admonishing look. She turned around, facing his cock, and kneeled on his arms so that he couldn’t grab at her. Her pussy was open right over his face. She lowered herself down onto the dildo, moaning a little, a blissful expression taking over her face.

Cara began to rock her hips and let a hand slide down her abdomen to her open slit, rubbing her middle finger hard against her clit. “Come on,” she said to Angie, giving her a slow wink, “you can do whatever you want with the rest of him.”

A thrill went through Angie at the permission. She had never gotten to simply look at and play with a cock at her leisure, before. His looked painfully hard. It was turning a delicious shade of red, erect up against his belly, dripping pre-come onto the soft skin there. She nudged at his knees and he opened his legs for her, enough that she could kneel between them. He was shaved as cleanly as her pussy was. Angie leaned forward and licked the droplets off his abdomen, then wrapped her hand gently around his cock, holding it toward her and licking the head. She heard him groan from behind the gag. She played with his cock, running her short fingernails up the underside, licking up more pre-come as it dripped slowly down.

Coaxing his legs open further, she reached down with her other hand and ran her fingers over the puckered little entrance there. His hips jerked again and she heard another moan. She looked up, looking between Cara’s legs, at the wetness that was coming out of her. Cara was rocking harder, moving up and down on the dildo, riding Jonathan’s face. She saw juices from Cara’s pussy beginning to drip down, over his chin.

Angie put her fingers in her mouth, but decided that her saliva wouldn’t be slick enough. She put the hand between her legs, finding more than enough wetness there, and worked her fingers in and out of her cunt until she was satisfied that they were coated well. She moved her hand between Jonathan’s legs again, pressing her index finger gently into his rectum. He moaned loudly, encouraging her to keep going. She moved her finger in and out slowly, leaning forward to lick the head of his cock again. She squeezed the head gently to make the tiny hole gape open, then pressed the tip of her tongue into the slit.

She sealed her mouth over the head and began sucking his cock properly just before she heard Cara groan “Fuck…” as she came, pushing down hard to drive the dildo deep into herself as she did. Cara raised herself off the purple cock and removed it from the gag, but left the gag on him and stayed on his arms.

Angie pushed a second finger into Jonathan’s ass, making his hips buck harder. Cara leaned forward and put her hands on his hips to keep him still. Angie moved her fingers in and out as she took more of his cock into her mouth, sucking slowly, beginning to notice how hard her pussy was aching. It only took a few more moments before he moaned and she felt him come into her mouth. She tasted it before swallowing – it wasn’t bad. Salty, mostly, but there was a sweet tang beneath it that was far from objectionable.

Cara got up and got off the bed on Angie’s side. She pulled Angie off Jonathan and handed her the slick dildo. “I want to watch you fuck yourself with it.”

Angie sat against the headboard and pulled her legs up so that her feet were flat on the bed, then pushed the purple dildo in hard, bottoming it out on the first stroke. She rammed it in, pinching her clit with the fingers of her other hand in time with the motion. Orgasm washed over her and she ground the dildo hard against her cervix, the muscles in her legs tightening and spreading her wider.

Cara smiled and slapped Jonathan’s leg gently to get his attention. “Go clean her cunt up,” she ordered, watching as he happily obeyed.


Saturday

Angie woke up and stretched her arms wide, finding Jonathan’s shoulder with her hand and pushing against it for traction, making him grumble sleepily. When she had finished and gone limp again, he had a turn, pushing against her hip with his knee and making her whine back at him. She went back to snuggling against him until she smelled food cooking.

“Where you going?” he mumbled sleepily, opening one eye at her, then both as he was visually reminded that she was very naked and he was getting a pleasant view of her bottom as she crawled over him and walked away.

“Breakfast. C’mon,” she said.

Cara smiled at them wandering in, rubbing their eyes and giving the stovetop lustful looks. Angie perked up when she saw bacon, and Jonathan did much the same when he saw that Cara had gone to the trouble of making him an omelette with cheese and fake sausage inside.

“Can I play with you?” Jonathan asked Angie a bit shyly, after Cara had finished and began cleaning up. He smiled and chewed at the center of his lower lip.

Angie grinned back and nodded her head excitedly.

Cara went into the living room a while later to find Jonathan kissing Angie up against the wall. Her legs were open a little and the head of his erect cock pressed up against her slit. Angie reached down and held her pussy open, moving her hips so the head was rubbing right against her clit. He took her hand and led her over to the living room carpet, pushing the coffee table away from the sofa where Cara had just seated herself, and sat down. Jonathan pulled Angie down beside him and pushed her to lie down before scooting down and lying on his stomach between her legs. He nuzzled and licked at her pussy with his hands broad and hot on the underside of her thighs. Angie wiggled her fingers into the carpet and watched Cara watching them.

It made Cara wet to see them behaving so gently with each other, while knowing that later she would be anything but gentle with their bodies. She fingered herself slowly as she watched him run his tongue firmly up the length of Angie’s slit. Angie reached down to hold her pussy lips open and he sealed his lips around her clit, sucking at it for a few seconds. He stopped and worried it between his teeth, then sucked at it again. Angie came, fluid visibly leaking from her cunt, and Jonathan moved down to lick into her hole.

“Get up and return the favor like a good girl, Angie,” Cara told them. “Stand in front of me while she sucks your cock, so I can get a good look. Keep your hands behind you, both of you.”

Jonathan clasped his fingers around his wrists and Angie folded her arms behind her back, getting up onto her knees. Cara put a hand on the small of his back and held onto the back of Angie’s hair, pulling sharply until she opened her mouth. She pressed Angie’s head down on his cock, pushing until her nose was against his abdomen and holding her there until she began to struggle instinctively. Cara moved Angie’s head back and forth, pushing him down her throat every few strokes.

“Keep your mouth open. I want to see him spurt into it,” she said, moving her hand up and down his cock until he came, aiming the ropes of come. She watched as the white fluid slid down Angie’s tongue and into the back of her mouth, then ordered her, “Swallow.”

Angie did as she was told and licked her lips.

Cara turned Jonathan around by his wrist. “Get on your knees and bend over.”

He kneeled down and put his head down on his arms, his ass sticking up in the air right in front of Cara and his face turned toward her, so that she could see it. Angie watched as Cara drew her hand back and began spanking him. She struck both cheeks, a half dozen spanks at a time, right on top of one another. Cara watched his face, speeding up and going a little harder when his eyes began to water. He didn’t whimper; only his fractured breathing told her how much it hurt.

“That’s it, come on, cry for me. Break for me, sweetie,” she cooed quietly to him. She kept going as Angie lost count of the strikes and his breath began to hiccup, tears spilling over the bridge of his nose, and his bottom was blazing hot under her own stinging hand. She was intent on getting a noise out of him, stopping only when he began shaking and let go of a sob.

“Good boy,” Cara said, leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his searing skin, making him gasp. “Both of you will stay on your hands and knees for the rest of the day. Nothing touches between your legs and you ask if you have to go to the bathroom.”

At Cara’s order, Angie put her hands on the carpet. She crouched low, her body close to the floor, and rubbed the tip of her nose back and forth over Jonathan’s heated, pain-flushed cheek, then nuzzled against his neck. She moved back and watched him blink slowly as he came back down.

Around dinner time, when both of her charges were getting very hungry, and when Angie was getting tired of trying to hint for attention, Cara sat back down on the sofa with a book.

Angie crawled up to Cara’s legs and huffed out a frustrated breath, making her bangs flutter. She nudged Cara’s thigh with her head and made a ‘meow’ noise.

Cara laughed and finally put down her book, reaching to pet Angie’s hair. “So now you’re a kitty? I thought you were my puppy.”

“I am your puppy,” she smiled, taking Cara’s attention as permission to speak.

Cara reached down and gently scritched Angie’s neck, just above her hairline. Angie suddenly wished she could purr, because she couldn’t express her contentment in words. She gave a plaintive little whine when Cara stopped and got up to get her pet humans something to eat.

Cara cut up a pair of chicken breasts that she had marinated in Italian dressing and baked, making bite-sized pieces out of them, and put them on one plate. On another plate, she heaped homemade macaroni and cheese, loosening the noodles into smaller chunks with a fork. She put the plates on the floor near the table, where she sat with her own dinner, and watched Angie and Jonathan. Both tried to eat neatly, but it was near impossible to be careful when not allowed to use their hands. When they finished, she washed their faces and let them drink water from glasses.

They sat kneeling in the kitchen, hands on the floor, while she washed up and cleaned the baking dishes. She went slowly, giving them plenty of time for their dinner to settle.

“Feel ready to play, now?” she asked. She was answered with two bright smiles and nodding heads. “Okay, then. Go to the bedroom and wait for me.”

Jonathan crawled onto the bed and laid across it on his stomach, while Angie sat on the edge. When Cara came in, she pushed Angie so she was lying on her back and moved her legs apart. Jonathan turned to watch as Cara slipped two fingers into the redhead’s pussy.

“Squeeze as hard as you can,” Cara told her. She was pleased to feel Angie contract firmly around her fingers. She had Jonathan lie on his back, then pulled Angie up onto her knees, positioning her to straddle his hips. Cara stroked his cock until he was hard, then pushed Angie down, very slowly, lowering her onto his cock.

“The only thing you’re allowed to do, Angie, is use your internal muscles to squeeze him. I want you to milk his cock until he comes. Jonathan, you aren’t allowed to thrust up into her.”

Angie closed her eyes to concentrate. She tensed and released the muscles around her vagina rhythmically. Jonathan’s hands rested on either side of her knees and she could feel his fists tightening in the blanket as he struggled to obey Cara. After Cara’s preparation by hand, it didn’t take very long before he groaned and Angie felt the warm pulse of his fluid inside her.

“He came, Ma’am,” Angie said, smiling.

“Good girl,” Cara praised, then left the room.

Angie stayed where she was until Cara came back with Joey trotting beside her. Angie turned to look, her pussy clenching in anticipation.

“Not tonight,” Cara told her. “You’ll get to be his bitch tomorrow night. Tonight…” she trailed off.

She put her hands on Angie’s arms, not ungently, and pulled her off Jonathan. She guided Angie off the bed, then onto her knees beside it, so that she leaned forward and her small breasts pressed against the top of the mattress. Cara took the cock cage from the top of her dresser and put it in place on Jonathan, then beckoned him to follow her. He got up and remembered her instructions for the day, dropping to his hands and knees. He crawled behind her until she stopped about six feet from the foot of the bed.

Cara bent and reached under Joey, massaging his cock until it was well out of the sheath. Jonathan gasped at she patted his hip, letting Joey know he should mount. She held onto Joey’s cock and positioned it so that pre-come sprayed over Jonathan’s asshole, then aimed it until the dog was thrusting solidly into him with every hump.

Jonathan whimpered at the continual stretching that came with the slick cock widening and lengthening as it fucked him. He dropped his head, tucking it into the bend of his arm on the floor as his body was jarred with the dog’s frantic humping. He felt the knot bumping at his hole. When the dog felt it, he tightened his front legs further and redoubled his fucking efforts, intent on tying. Jonathan grunted and gasped in surprise when it popped in past the tight little ring of muscle. When it was in, it swelled against his prostate, making his cock harden again and leak pre-come heavily.

Cara turned her attention back to Angie, who was watching, rapt and breathing heavily. Her parted thighs were sticky with a mixture of the come that had leaked out of her cunt and her own arousal. Cara took out the cane she had used on Angie before and told her, “Keep watching him.”

With the first strike, Angie jumped hard and gave a surprised little yelp. She was distracted and hadn’t been expecting it. Cara followed it with nine more, keeping them even and steady.

Cara mentally catalogued the differences between her two subs; Angie cried and made noise easily, but it took a good bit of pain before she went into subspace; Jonathan could fall into subspace at the drop of a hat – or paddle, as it were – but it took a lot to push him into crying out. Angie was a bit of a brat and loved pushing to test her boundaries; Jonathan was very well-behaved, though Cara figured that was out of some fear, still. Angie was completely trusting; Jonathan was protective of her already. She knew their personalities would be good for one another.

She alternated between giving Angie ten stripes from the cane at a time and watching Jonathan for a few moments. Before long, Angie was crying. She jerked her hands behind her once on instinct and got them right in the way of the cane, but it immediately taught her to keep them under control. Jonathan was whimpering almost continuously, gasping breaths, desperate for some kind of release.

Cara caned from just above the back of Angie’s knees to the top curve of her bottom, then from the middle of her back to the back of her shoulders, catching the backs of her upper arms. Angie put her mouth against the blanket to muffle her own whimpers. The endorphins that kicked in around the twentieth strike had worn off and her entire back side felt like it was on fire.

Jonathan felt Joey’s hot come pour into him. He enjoyed the spreading warmth even as the dog started tugging to get his knot out. He tried to relax, but he was stretched wide, painfully, as Joey pulled his cock out.

Cara put the cane away and turned back to Angie, very carefully running the pads of her fingers down the raised, bright red welts criss-crossing the pale back, making her give a high-pitched moan. Cara got up, going to Jonathan. She petted his hair and spoke softly into his ear. Angie couldn’t hear what was being said, but Cara took the cock cage off him and he nodded.

“Go on, take your shower and clean yourself up,” Cara told him as he slowly got to his feet, the crawling restriction apparently lifted.

She went back to Angie again and knelt down, leaning her face close to the redhead’s, and reached between her legs from the front. She rubbed gentle circles against Angie’s clit until orgasm squeezed one more quiet moan from her. Cara licked her fingers and got up, looping a finger around Angie’s collar and walking her into the bathroom. She waited until Jonathan had finished his shower and dried off. She had him sit on the edge of the bathtub, then guided Angie to crawl to him.

“Suck him, so he can come before bedtime,” Cara told her.

His cock was hard again, standing up against his belly and hot from the shower. She took it into her mouth obediently, massaging the underside with her tongue, swallowing against the head when it pushed into the back of her throat. He groaned and leaned forward as he came. Cara pulled Angie back, put the cock cage back on Jonathan, and told him to go on to bed, then sat down in his place, spreading her legs and holding her slit wide open with the fingers of one hand while she held onto Angie’s collar with the other.

“My turn,” she told Angie, pulling her head forward.

Angie licked and sucked at the pussy presented to her, nuzzling Cara’s clit as she pushed her tongue as far as she could into Cara’s cunt. Cara let go of her collar and put the hand on the back of Angie’s head, moving her hips to grind herself against Angie’s face. Angie lapped up the fluid coming from Cara and angled her head up to suck at her clit. She felt juices coat her chin and drip onto her chest as Cara came.

She pushed Angie back and leaned down to kiss her, sucking at her sub’s lower lip and tasting herself there. She instructed Angie, “Stay,” and got into the shower. Cara bathed quickly. “You can stand up, now. Take your shower and come to bed,” she told her.

Angie yelped in pain as the warm water stung her back.

“You okay?” Cara asked from the bedroom.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Angie answered and edged carefully under the water again to wash her hair.

She dawdled around after her shower, drying her hair and enjoying the warm air on her skin, turning her back to the mirror and looking over her shoulder at the already darkening marks there.

Cara called again, “Come to bed.”

“Is that an order?” Angie grinned.

“Does it need to be?” She could practically hear the raised eyebrow in Cara’s voice.

Angie turned off the light and returned to the bedroom, climbing into bed obediently and snuggling down between Cara and Jonathan.


Sunday

Waking up in the morning was very pleasant. Angie woke to her owner’s fingertips nestled into the top of her bare slit, massaging gently. Cara’s breast was right in front of her face when she opened her eyes, so she did the only thing that made sense. She opened her mouth and stretched her neck the tiny distance, taking Cara’s nipple into her mouth and suckling firmly at it. She felt a little jolt of pleasure when Cara moaned at the suction, then came right after it. Cara raised her fingers to Angie’s mouth to be licked clean.

The day was mostly uneventful. Cara sent Angie and Jonathan to her bedroom a few times, telling him to not allow Angie to peek out. She shook a finger at Angie, telling her that she’d ruin her own surprise, if she looked, and Angie obeyed.

Near noon, Angie began looking sleepy and behaving a bit sullenly. “Why are you being so whiny?” Cara asked after lunch, during which her redhead had thrown a French fry into Jonathan’s glass of soda.

“I’m not being whiny.” Angie gave her a petulant little glare.

“Oh, I beg to differ. I think you need a nap,” Cara clipped and gave her a look.

“I don’t need a nap. I’m not three.” Angie crossed her arms over her breasts.

“It’s either a nap or a spanking. Those are your choices. And I’m not talking about fun. I mean a spanking for your behavior.”

Angie frowned, but caved. “Yes, Ma’am.”

She went to the bedroom and crawled back into bed. Jonathan wasn’t far behind. When Cara looked in a little while later, they were snuggled up together, fast asleep.

Angie was awakened from her nap by the front door slamming closed. She got up, careful to not wake Jonathan, and went to the end of the hall to peer out. Daniel stood with Cara, one hand up the front of her sleeveless blue shirt to squeeze one breast. She turned around and leaned over the back of the sofa, pulling down her panties. Daniel unzipped his dark gray trousers and pulled them down his thighs, his cock springing free of them. He ran his hands over the curve of Cara’s hips and pulled her cheeks apart, then pushed his cock into her. Angie heard Cara grunt with the first entrance. She went into the room slowly, not hiding, giving either of them time to tell her to go away.

Cara turned her head to look at Angie, a breath huffing out of her with another thrust. “It’s okay, he’s just here to make a deposit,” she winked.

Angie watched as he pumped in and out of her Mistress. It seemed as if he were all business. He stopped and held Cara’s pussy tightly against him as he came, waiting a few moments before pulling out. Cara pulled her panties up and immediately went to lie down on the sofa, her hips tilted up with a throw pillow.

“Mind if I use your slut here to clean up?” he asked.

“Only her mouth. I have plans for the rest later tonight.”

He pulled Angie nearer to him and put a hand on her shoulder. She dropped to her knees and opened her mouth as he held his limp cock up for her. She licked his shaft from the root to the tip, until it was clean of come streaks and Cara’s juices. He pulled his underwear and pants up.

“Stand up,” Daniel told her.

She obeyed and he pressed his index finger into her slit. It slid right inside her.

“Nice and wet. What is your pussy getting ready for, hmm?” he asked.

“It’s always like that, Sir,” Angie answered, her eyes glazing over.

He raised an eyebrow and looked over the back of the sofa at Cara.

“She had to be warmed up at first, but after the first few months after she was officially my sub, she’s been wet constantly. She’s a very good girl.” Cara grinned.

Angie blushed and smiled at the praise her owner was giving her.

“I have to go,” Daniel told Cara, zipping and buttoning his trousers. “Just stopped in for a quick ‘deposit’, as you said.”

After he had gone, Angie sat on the floor beside where Cara lay. “I didn’t know you were still trying to get pregnant.”

“Of course.”
 
“Have you been trying the whole time?”

“On and off. Casual trying, I guess you could say. No charting periods or anything, except this month. I’m supposed to be ovulating today. Well, yesterday, today, and tomorrow.”

“Cool.” Angie smiled more brightly.

“What were you doing peeking in here, though?”

Angie tried to put on an innocent face, but she knew she’d been caught.

“You thought you might get a peek of your surprise.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Angie admitted.

“I won’t forget that, but I’m not going to punish you for it right now. You’ll get your punishment before your surprise tonight.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Later in the evening, though an hour or so earlier than the last couple of nights, Cara fed Angie and Jonathan. She let them chop ingredients for the vegetarian lasagna she made and let them sit at the table to eat. She allowed them to watch television while she cleaned up, then sat with them for a little while. At nine, she turned the TV off and beckoned them to follow her to the bedroom.

Cara had them stand at the door while she prepared the room. She put towels on the floor beside the bed, layering four of them and putting two extra on top of the dresser. She took four long, thick, light blue ribbons out of the toy drawer and put them on the bed, then took out a buttplug – not quite the thickest she had used on Angie – and the cane, putting the first beside the ribbons and holding the latter.

“Come here,” she told Angie, pointing to the floor beside the bed. When Angie had obeyed, Cara backed up a couple of feet. “I told you that you were going to be punished for trying to peek when I instructed you not to. Clasp your hands behind your head.”

Angie did as she was told. Cara drew the cane back and landed a burning weal right across the lower border between her areolas and the curve of her breasts. She whimpered loudly and jerked forward, but pressed her lips together and straightened. Cara gave her four more and the stripes showed almost immediately. There were two above her nipples and two below, all of them darkening red.

Cara put the cane back in the drawer and slapped each of Angie’s sore breasts once, making her whimper again. “Get on your knees and put your arms on the bed,” Cara told her, then turned to Jonathan, “Go bring me a chair from the dining room and kneel beside it.”

Angie knelt on the thin padding of the towels and stretched her arms out across the bed. Cara grabbed her left hand roughly and made a tight cuff around Angie’s wrist with one of the ribbons. She did the same to Angie’s right hand with another piece and tossed them across to the other side of the bed, then took the last two and tied one end of each around the redhead’s legs, just above her knees. Cara tied the free ends to the left and right feet on that side of the bed, pulling them tight enough that Angie’s legs were held wide, leaving her unable to protect her cunt by closing them.  She went around to the other side of the bed and tied the ribbons attached to Angie’s wrists to the far bedposts, pulling them short, the tension making the muscles of Angie’s upper arms ache a little.

Angie’s back, bottom, and thighs burned from the caning she had gotten the night before, but her breasts outright hurt from the new one as they pressed against the mattress. She tested her bonds and found herself very securely tied town. She hadn’t expected anything less. There was a cold toy pressing against her pussy, all of a sudden. She jumped a little at the temperature of it, but Cara gave a sharp spank to the purpling stripes on her ass, telling her non-verbally to stay still. Cara got the buttplug good and slick, then pushed it all at once into Angie’s ass, making the entrance to the hole burn with the sudden stretch.

Angie heard the chair legs as Jonathan came back and put it on the floor near the foot of the bed.

“Sweet little pussy, isn’t it, Jonathan?” Cara asked him.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Such a pretty little cunt, just for me to use.” Cara leaned down and cupped her hand over Angie’s mound, squeezing hard. “Who does this belong to?”

“Y-you, Ma’am,” Angie whispered.

She ran her fingers down each side of Angie’s slit, just the outer lips, to keep from stimulating it too much. She squeezed gently, making Angie groan and push against her hand.

“Do you remember what you did the other night, when I told you that you could do anything with my boy whore’s body, while I rode his face? Do you?” She slapped Angie’s face with her other hand, the sound it made being more shocking to Angie’s ears than the pain itself. “You sucked his cock. You could have put it up your cunt, but the first thing you went for was putting it in your mouth. But this sweet little whore cunt… it’s going to get a treat tonight. It’s going to get a real workout. Tonight, your cunt is nothing but a hole. That’s all you are, to a dog – another bitch with a free hole.”

Cara ran her middle and ring fingers lightly down the center of Angie’s slit. She felt the lubrication that was quickly growing. “And your hole is just plain hungry isn’t it? It gapes open for anything that wants a fuck at it. And dogs know just what it’s good for, don’t they? Don’t they?”

Angie grunted, twisting her hips, silently wishing that her Mistress would either put fingers inside her or take them away. But she would never say such a thing out loud.

Cara stepped back, licking her fingers quickly. “Your surprise,” she began, and Angie could hear the glee in her voice, “is a gangbang. I’ve been planning this for a while, but everyone just got their schedules in a place where they could participate.”

Angie gasped and tried to look over her shoulder.

Cara petted her hair. “I managed to get four dogs over for a little party, and their owners won’t be picking them up until morning. Just imagine all the fun they can have with you in all that time.”

Cara went out of her limited eyeline and left the room. She could just barely see Jonathan where he was on his knees, hands obediently behind his back, watching her. He licked his lips. Angie was suddenly nervous. She heard Cara coming back with a set of dog nails clicking against the hall floor beside her.

“Davey can have a go first, since he’s the smallest. And he was your first, after all. I sort of dog-napped him from your yard, but I’ll take him back tomorrow.” Cara took the leash off of Angie’s dog with an audible click.

The black Labrador knew what to do. In no time, he had mounted Angie and his knot was slipping in and out of her pussy. She was so wet that the knot popped in and out until it was nearly full size. The tip of his cock barely nudged against her cervix. She felt pre-come run down her thigh in a thin rivulet, then felt a rush of warmth inside when he came. His come ran around his knot and spilled down her legs, as well. When he had finished with her, he pulled his knot out easily and gave her slit a couple of swipes with his tongue before sitting down to lick himself.

Angie hadn’t let Davey fuck her in a long time – nearly six months. She felt badly for neglecting him so, but now she realized that she had grown physically in that time. Her vagina had lengthened, obviously, because she remembered vividly the way it felt when he had penetrated her cervix the first time he had fucked her. This time, his fully erect cock didn’t even seem as if it had gotten all the way through.

She heard Cara put the leash back on him and lead him out of the bedroom again. A couple of minutes later, her Mistress came back with a slightly heavier set of dog paws accompanying her.

“I couldn’t have them all in the room with you at the same time,” Cara told her, grinning with pleasure at the sight of Angie. “They’d end up fighting. They all see you as their property.”

Angie stretched to look over her shoulder. Seeing the spots of a Dalmatian, she knew that it was Bacchus. He pulled at his leash and pranced his feet in anticipation of getting to fuck her. Cara unclipped the leash and he trotted over, sniffing at her hole, then nudging his nose against the buttplug as he licked at her pussy lips. She moaned and angled her hips back a little. Bacchus hopped up and wrapped his front legs around her waist, humping at her exposed cunt as his sheath slid back. It was soft at first, but it rapidly swelled enough to firm up and enter her. Angie felt the long, thin cock stroking the back wall of her cunt. His knot widened until she could feel it pushing just into her entrance.

She grunted happily as the knot swelled enough that it wouldn’t pop right back out as he thrust and the tip pushed just through her cervix. She tightened the muscles inside her vagina and Bacchus panted harder against her shoulder, redoubling his efforts at breeding her. He went still and she felt more warm come pool. He left his cock inside her for a few minutes before beginning to tug to get it out. Angie felt her pussy stretch a bit as he gave a good, hard pull and un-tied from her.

Bacchus’ come running out was pleasant, in a strange way. Her clit throbbed with the desire to come and her cunt contracted involuntarily as she remembered that she still had two more dogs to go.

Cara let Bacchus finish licking himself clean before she reattached his leash and led him out of the room. Joey sniffed the air as Cara brought him back with her. His cock began peeking out almost as soon as he came into the bedroom. It had begun spurting thin jets of pre-come before he’d been led all the way to his bitch.

“Can I come, Ma’am?” Angie begged as Joey mounted her.

“Be patient,” Cara told Angie, giving her sub a stern look.

Joey’s cock stabbed at her, leaving wet streaks that cooled quickly high on her thighs and made her shiver even through the heat of extreme arousal. She tried to arch her back upward and downward, trying to help him slide down against her clit or up into her cunt, anything to get more stimulation. Finally, Cara reached between them and helped Joey’s aim. Angie grunted as he slipped in and began to hammer more quickly into her. His cock was already good and thick, and she could feel the tip widening her cervix further as it pushed in.

Cara could see Angie’s lips moving. She leaned closer to listen and heard Angie saying under her breath, “Please let me come, please let me come, please let me come…”

The redhead moaned, long and drawn out, as Joey knotted in her. He continued humping at her, pulling at the entrance to her sore cunt. She felt his come drain into her, adding to the come still inside. He panted and she felt his tongue loll against her back, just below her shoulder blade. Angie felt him move back, pulling at his knot, trying to free himself. She whimpered as he succeeded on his third attempt, stretching her hole painfully.

She closed her eyes tightly, concentrating on catching her breath and recovering somewhat while Cara led Joey back out of the room. Her cunt burned from over an hour and a half of constant use and ached from being stretched wide and being yanked by knots. After Joey had finished with her, she was decidedly sore. There was scoring over her ribs from all three medium-sized dogs, thin welts that were turning red and beginning to feel raw.

“Valentine hasn’t gotten to fuck anything since he fucked you last,” Cara said from right beside Angie. She hadn’t realized that her owner had come back so quickly. “Since Daniel’s Melissa is pregnant, she can’t take a dog cock safely. Just imagine how excited he is to get to use your whore cunt.”

Angie was suddenly overcome with fear. She wasn’t in enough pain to use their safeword, but she remembered what it was like the last time Valentine had been allowed to use her, and she was far sorer right now than she had been then.

As Valentine tried to mount, Angie tried to dodge around with her hips, trying to get just a little more time to rest. Cara stepped forward again, telling her “No!” very sharply and pulling on the dog’s collar until he sat down, cock already hanging out of his sheath. Cara grabbed the cane again and whipped it across Angie’s ass once. Angie gave a choked off little scream in shock.

Cara put the cane down on the mattress in front of Angie with a snap of the rattan against the blanket. She grabbed Angie’s face tightly between her thumb and forefinger, telling her, “You’re a fuckhole tonight. Nothing else. You’ll keep your cunt still and take it.”

When Cara let her go, Angie pressed her face against the blanket, ashamed of her behavior.

Cara patted Valentine’s head and he approached Angie again. He nosed at her pussy, then licked his nose. He began to lick her, washing her mound and part of the inside of her thighs, which had been coated with come. He curled his huge tongue into her raw cunt and Angie could feel it reaching deep. When Valentine stopped licking, he mounted her again immediately. His front paws hit the mattress on either side of her head with heavy thumps. He moved his front legs to clamp against her shoulders, holding his bitch down for breeding.

He didn’t hit home right away. His cock slid down her wet cunt and rubbed the length of it. There was just enough stimulation against her clit with his humps – she came, her cunt clamping down on nothing and her womb pushing out a little more or the come that still rested in it. She groaned low and her hips jerked involuntarily, forcing humping motions out of her sore body. She felt the warm fur of his chest against her back and heard him beginning to pant over her head. He adjusted his stance and succeeded. His cock slammed against her cervix with his first thrust inside, making her grunt and clench her hands into fists, pulling at her restraints.

Cara, still close, spoke again and Angie could hear the smile in her voice. “Mmm… I never get over the beauty of seeing that plump little mound split in half by a cock.

Angie whimpered loudly as the tip of Valentine’s cock found the cleft of her womb entrance and he began ramming his way into it. It felt like a rush of hard cramping as he wedged her cervix open to get his cock inside and she could feel tears flood her eyes as he pushed inch over inch of thick red cock through.

Cara turned and went to the chair she’d had Jonathan bring in. She sat down and spread her legs, resting one over the dining chair arm, and beckoned Jonathan over. Holding the outer lips of her slit apart with one hand, she instructed him, “Lick while I watch.” She ran the thumb of her other hand over one nipple as he began to lick and suck at her wet pussy.

The huge ball of flesh that created the dog’s knot pushed and pushed, finally cramming into Angie and making her whine. It finished swelling just inside her vagina, sealing it off and leaving no way for come to leak out. The knot stretched the walls of her cunt wide, making it ache. She could feel when his come had filled her womb completely, but he didn’t stop spurting when she was full. Her womb stretched to accommodate the thin dog come that was continually pumped into it.

Her cunt was so full that she couldn’t squeeze around his cock. Her tears spilled over and she let herself begin to cry steadily, half of her face pressed against the dark blue flowered blanket. Distantly, she heard Cara moan.

Cara put a hand on the back of Jonathan’s head and pressed his face against her cunt as she came, then pushed him back. “Good boy,” she told him as she got up. She stood and rubbed gently over her clit, enjoying the slight overstimulation. She went back to Angie and took the last clean towel, folding it into quarters and putting it on the floor beside her sub, then kneeling down on it. She reached down and rubbed Angie’s clit very, very gently. The pad of Cara’s finger stroked in long motions over the dusky pink, engorged little nodule. Angie gave a long, low whine. Cara continued, not allowing herself to be hurried, intentionally drawing Angie very slowly closer. When Angie finally did orgasm, it came in heavy but languid waves. It was like drowning in pleasure. She buried her face in the blanket and groaned through it. Cara didn’t stop, though. She changed the rhythm of her strokes, making them a little shorter and just a little faster. Angie came again, though not as gently this time. Her womb cramped as it tried to spasm around the dog cock and come that stretched and overfilled it. Her hips jerked in a more pronounced humping motion and her vagina clamped down around Valentine’s cock, the pressure on his knot making him begin thrusting against her again on instinct. He began shooting more come into her, making the pressure inside her increase, She grunted all the way through the second orgasm, her face turned to the side and unmuffled by the blanket, unaware of just how much like an animal she sounded.

By the time Valentine was ready to unmount Angie, she was nearly sobbing. He moved, pulling at her full cunt as he put his front paws on the floor and pulled one leg back over her to turn the tie. He stood ass-to-ass with her, waiting for the swelling of his knot to go down so that he could begin trying to separate from her. She hiccupped one sob after another as Valentine started yanking at her hole, attempting to get his knot out. She could feel that it was a bit smaller, but not nearly enough to pull out. After a couple of tried, he stood still again, but only for so long.

Cara rubbed Angie’s full, swollen abdomen, pressing against it and making Angie whimper. Her belly was tight. Cara took just a moment to entertain a fantasy about her sub being full of puppies. But just knowing that Angie was so full of come and cock that it hurt made Cara’s cunt ache and grow click again. She leaned her face close and kissed Angie’s wet cheek, telling her, “You’re so pretty when you cry like this.”

She backed up as Valentine started trying to pull out again and was glad that she did. He freed himself, his knot coming out with an audible sucking sound, and come surged out of Angie’s well-used hole.

Angie groaned, greatly relieved at the release. When Valentine sat down near the doorway to lick his cock, Cara went back to Angie again, putting the dry towel back down. She pressed firmly against Angie’s lower abdomen and smiled as more come drained out with the pressure. She put her fist into Angie’s cunt very easily, pushing her hand in as deep as she could. She extended her index and ring fingers while the rest curled against her palm, and pushed the two fingers through Angie’s dilated cervix, moving her fingers to stroke the inside of the redhead’s womb gently. She stopped stroking upward and just fingerfucked the cervix good and hard, listening to Angie’s fatigued moaning. She used her other hand to rub Angie’s clit roughly, forcing her through another orgasm. Angie grunted and pulled on the sturdy ribbons that held her down as her body jerked. Cara could feel Angie’s cervix clenching hard against her fingers. She pulled her fingers out while Angie was still spasming, keeping her hand up to the wrist in Angie’s come-slick cunt. After a few moments, after Angie’s orgasm had finished, Cara used one fingertip to push against her cervix again and found that it had shrunk down almost completely closed. She eased her hand out and removed Angie’s buttplug.

Cara had Jonathan take his shower while she sat and petted her exhausted sub. Angie drifted in and out of sleep, not quite catching anything that either of the others said until Jonathan had finished. Then she was being untied and walked to the bathroom.

Cara stood her in the shower and asked her, “Can you push out, like you’re trying to pee hard?”

Angie did, still in headspace to do exactly as ordered. She felt the last of the warm come, save what would just coat her insides for a while, run down her legs. She then felt her bladder release, but couldn’t bring herself to care in her exhaustion, especially since Cara didn’t say anything about it. Angie let herself be put in the bathtub and scrubbed from head to toe, then taken out and dried. Cara shook her awake enough that she would sit up by herself while her hair was blown dry and stand still without swaying off to one side as Cara smoothed baby powder over her warm skin, then massaged tightening cream deep into her cunt.

She petted Angie’s bare mound gently, kissing the spot where the slit began. “I love your sweet little cunt,” Cara told her, smiling. She looked at Angie’s sleepy, pleasure-drunk face. “If I ever say anything that bothers you afterward, you tell me. Okay?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Angie replied, nodding slowly.

“You don’t have to ‘Ma’am’ me now.”

“Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“I’ll tell you if something bothers me.” Angie smiled and wobbled a little. “I like the way you talk to me during everything, though. It’s a really amazing turn-on, while I’m in that place mentally.”

“Subspace.”

Angie’s smile turned sleepy again. “Yeah, that.”

When she went back to the bedroom, Jonathan had cleaned up the area where she had been tied. Angie crawled into the bed and curled up in the middle. She was past exhausted and just felt limp, having been thoroughly worked over in more ways than one. She was sore pretty much everywhere, but it felt good, like she had run laps around the school track until her legs turned to jelly. She was dead to the world by the time Jonathan and Cara joined her.


Monday morning

Clattering on the bedside table nearest Angie woke her. She looked and saw Jonathan fully dressed, putting on his watch.

“You’re going?” Angie asked muzzily, eyes only half open.

He squatted down beside the bed. “I’ve got to go. I have to be at work in an hour.”

She poked out her lower lip in a pretend pout. He shook his head, smiled, and kissed her on the nose before picking up his things and leaving.

Angie turned over and wiggled until she was under Cara’s arm, soaking in her owner’s body heat. “Where does he work?” she asked.

“He doesn’t really work in a ‘where’. He’s a photographer, does freelance for pay and shoots artsy stuff for himself. He’s very good. I’ll have to remember to tell him to bring some things for you to see sometime.”

Angie had another hour before she needed to leave for school. She nuzzled against Cara’s arm and told her, “I’m glad I have you for my Mistress.”

Angie got dressed slowly, sore in muscles she didn’t realize she could make hurt. Once she moved around for a while, the stiffness relieved and it turned into a not altogether unpleasant burn.

Cara drove her to school. Before she got out, Cara pulled her close with a firm hand, pushing her collar up high. Angie felt it rub against the bone of her jaw. Cara leaned in and licked Angie’s neck, then kissed it and sucked at the spot a little. She bit the soft, pale flesh, holding it for a moment as Angie gave a little hiss in pain, then sank her teeth in just enough to make an obvious bite mark. When she let go, she licked over the area again and grinned, admiring the deep red, individual tooth indentations before lowering the collar back into its place, the strip of leather just barely covering her mark.

“Have a good day,” she said, smirking, and reached across Angie to open the door.





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The site indeed listed downloads for video clips of all kinds of things. She downloaded a few. First, a man and woman, barely more than she’d seen in racy movies. Then, two black men with a blonde woman, a cock each in her pussy and ass. Lydia squirmed in her chair, feeling tingles growing in her own pussy. The next she watched was a woman giving a blowjob, her throat bulging as a long, thick cock was forced down it. Feeling brave, she downloaded a bondage clip and watched as a woman with her wrists and ankles strapped wide to bars had her pussy whipped with a riding crop. Unable to stand it any longer, she slipped one hand into her panties and dipped a finger into the bit of wetness there, swirling it over her clit. She froze as another clip caught her eye. ‘Dog fucks woman’ it was entitled. She clicked it. Her eyes went wide. She felt her pussy grow slick almost immediately. A large golden Labrador was mounting the woman, its cock bright red and stabbing at her. The woman groaned loudly as the cock slid into her. Lydia’s fingers were covered with wetness, as were the insides of her thighs. It took only seconds for her to come. She was shocked at herself. ‘Anyone who enjoys animals having sex with humans is sick!’ she thought. She changed her panties and went to bed.

The next morning, after her parents had left for work, she sat down at her computer again and went back to the site. With only a few minutes before the bus would arrive, she went to the profile of the man who had posted the clip she came to the night before. To her shock, he lived just a half dozen streets away from her. There was no picture, but there was his screen name- Jamie- and a note asking for women interested in bestiality to contact him. She sent him a message, asking if he knew the woman in the video, then grabbed her backpack and hurried out the front door. She was so excited when she got home, she didn’t even care to check if her mother’s carpool had dropped her off. She went back to the site and found a message from the man:

“I more than know her. She visits my dog (the one in the video) once a week. You should visit us sometime.”

Lydia chewed at her bottom lip, wondering if she actually could. After daring herself for ten minutes, she messaged back:

“I’d love to. What’s your address?”

Not five minutes later, she received a reply:

“My house is at the corner of Fourth and Pine. You can come by anytime between 12pm and 3am. I look forward to meeting you.”

* * * * *

She was nervous, and not just about going to the stranger’s house. Lydia was skipping half her school day to pay this visit. She wasn’t the type of student to skip school. Hell, she’d never made anything less than A’s, and her parents never let her forget it. She just hoped that her teachers would overlook her absence this one time.

The house was painted pale blue and had navy blue shutters. She approached, shaking a little, and knocked on the door. Just as she had lost her nerve and took a step backward to hurry away, the door opened.

A woman with long waves of dark brown hair stood there. She looked Lydia up and down, raising an eyebrow. “You the one I spoke with last night?”

“Y- yes.” Lydia swallowed hard, then narrowed her eyes. “Jamie?”

“You thought I was a man.”

“Well, yeah.”

The woman waved her inside. Lydia stepped in and followed Jamie, hovering near the sofa as the taller woman sat down, one leg gracefully sliding over the other to cross them.

“People usually do. They couldn’t imagine that a woman would enjoy watching other women get fucked by a dog.”

Lydia laughed, betraying her nervousness again. The woman had a hint of an accent that made her go warm inside.

“What’s your name?”

“Lydia Merchant.”

“Jamie Sandifer.” She held out a slender hand. Lydia took it in greeting. “I’m assuming you’re eighteen.”

Lydia blushed and looked down, her shoulder-length red hair falling across her face. “Um...”

“You’re eighteen.” Jamie raised her eyebrow again, willing the girl to catch her drift.

“Yeah.”

“Good. You can have a seat, you know.”

Lydia put her backpack down and sat down on the middle cushion, a good foot and a half away from Jamie.

“Why did you come here?”

“I don’t know... I guess I was just curious.”

“Do you want to experience it.”

Her eyes went wide. “No! Er, I mean, I don’t think so. I just- I’ve never done anything like that, and I’d be afraid he'd-”

“Ah. And here I thought you were extinct.”

“What?”

“The virgin?”

Lydia blushed deeply and looked down.

“You want to be taught?” Jamie asked, leaning forward to look at Lydia’s face past the satin curtain of hair.

“Taught?”

“About sex. About everything about sex.”

Lydia smiled, taking in the offer. It didn’t sound dangerous. “Yes.”

“Hmm.” Jamie moved, closing the distance between them and resting a hand on Lydia’s bare knee.

“What is it?”

“But I won’t deflower a virgin.”

Lydia’s face fell.

“You’re open to lesbian relationships, then?”

“Yeah. Sure. My best friend is bi. Oh, you mean for me? I guess... I guess I could try.”

“Come back tomorrow. Make sure you aren’t a virgin, if possible. And bring me proof. If you can’t get yourself fucked on your own by then, I’ll just work around it until you do.”

Jamie stood and strode to the door. Lydia picked up her backpack and followed. “What kind of proof?”

“I’ll know just by looking at your pussy, but you can let him come in you, all the same. It can't hurt to practice beforehand.” She virtually pushed the girl out her door. “See you tomorrow.”

* * * * *

Lydia looked around the campus at morning break. There weren’t many guys in her school she'd want to sleep with. Most just plain disgusted her. There was one, though... He’d been trying to get her to let him fuck her for a year and a half, now. Before, she wouldn’t have lowered herself to such a thing. But now? She just wanted to get rid of her virginity so that Jamie would ‘teach’ her. She located him in a group a few yards to her left. Just before the bell rang, he met her eyes. She grinned at him.

She was jerked out of the thick stream of students by a rather big hand. “Hey, Lyds.” He smirked and pulled her close to him to keep her to the side.

“Jason. Hey.” She plastered on a sweet smile. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Oh, really?” He ground his crotch against her.

“Yeah. About that.” She looked down. “Still want to?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Um... Okay, meet me in the gym girls’ room at lunch.”

“Definitely. He reached up and roughly squeezed one of her breasts before stepping into the stream and disappearing inside.

She was more impatient than she’d ever been. She had decided that she would let Jason fuck her, then hurry to Jamie’s house immediately afterward. She would have to have some good excuses for her teachers, but it was worth it. Lunchtime finally rolled around. Lydia ran around the back of the gym to avoid being seen by wandering students, but when she got to the restroom, Jason had already arrived.

“How do you wanna do this?” He asked, the same smirk on his face.

“However you want.”

He pulled her over to the sink and turned her to face the mirror, taking his pants down quickly. He pushed her forward, to lean over the sink, and yanked down her skirt and panties at the same time. Lydia felt a twinge as he tried to thrust into her pussy the first time.

“Damn, you’re dry. I thought you wanted this?”

“I do. English class isn’t exactly conducive to wetness.” She gripped the sides of the slick white sink and tried to imagine things that would make her wet. She went through a dozen fantasies before remembering the video of the dog and woman. As soon as she imagined Jamie's Labrador humping at her own rear end, her pussy convulsed. Taking the opportunity, Jason slipped into the wet hole, ramming right past her hymen and in as far as he could go. Lydia gasped at the twinge of pain and kept imagining. The image of the dog in her mind made her move back against him, attempting to get some pleasure out of it.

Jason’s hands were set on her hips, fucking her as fast as he could. It took less than five minutes for him to come. He didn’t ask if she wanted him to pull out. He shot inside her, then rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit a couple of times before pulling his pants back up.

“Thanks.” He said, turning her around and kissing her, pushing his tongue awkwardly into her mouth just as quickly. He was gone by the time she got her skirt and panties pulled back up.

Lydia hurried out for her own reasons, walking as fast as she could without drawing attention.

She knocked on Jamie’s door and slid past her when it opened.

“Let me see.” Jamie demanded.

Lydia raised her skirt and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, spreading open the lips of her pussy to reveal a dribble of blood-tinged come.

“Very good. Now, we can start. Go get cleaned up. Shower. The bathroom is the second door on the right.” She pointed down the hallway. “Then, I have a gift for you.”

She restrained herself from skipping to the bathroom. Lydia showered well, scrubbing her pussy and swirling a finger inside to try and get all the come out that she could. When she finished, she dried her hair with the hairdryer that hung on the wall. The heat left her cheeks pink. She wrapped a towel around herself and went back out.

“Lose the towel.” Jamie said immediately.

Lydia dropped it. Jamie walked around her as if appraising her body. She drew a hand across the paler girl’s asscheeks, then stopped behind her and cupped a hand over one of her breasts.

“Very nice. I accept you as my pupil.”

“How many pupils have you had?” Lydia asked shyly.

“Two others. The first was three years ago, the second a year and a half. They ‘graduated’, I suppose you could say. Turned out that I didn’t like them well enough to keep them.” Jamie smiled and stopped behind her again, this time sliding a hand down her body, over her stomach and abdomen, then spreading her fingers over the soft red down between Lydia’s thighs. “This will have to go. No pubic hair.”

“Okay.”

Jamie circled back to her front and looked down into Lydia’s dark blue eyes. “As my pupil, you will obey me unquestioningly. You will belong to me until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”

“Yes... ma’am?”

“Just ‘yes’ will be fine.” She took a small pink box off the coffee table and handed it to Lydia.

Lydia opened it, peering inside. Taking the gift out didn’t answer her question. She uncoiled the narrow choker and looked back up at her new teacher.

“It is a collar. It stays on, no matter what. I am the only person allowed to remove it.”

Lydia nodded. Jamie took the black leather collar out of her hand and stepped behind her, buckling it and putting a tiny silver lock on it. “I will know if it has been tampered with. If I find that it has been, your tutelage ends immediately. Understand?”

Lydia nodded again.

“Oliver, heel!” Jamie called.

Lydia heard dogs’ claws on the tile. She jerked around to see the golden Labrador from the video standing happily in front of her.

“Oh, no, not yet, please! I can’t yet!”

“Don’t worry. You won’t yet be doing what led you here. Very soon, though. His cock really isn’t large for a Labrador, though. And he won’t be the only dog who mates you.” Jamie smiled. She commanded Oliver to sit and stay, then left the room. When she came back, she carried a wooden dining chair. She looked at Lydia. “You, sit.”

Lydia sat down and looked to Jamie again.

Jamie patted her thigh to call Oliver over. “Open your legs wide and put your hands flat on your thighs. Otherwise, don’t move unless I tell you.”

Lydia did as she was told. Oliver began to lick at her pussy, his tongue delving into the slit only a bit at first. Jamie pulled her forward and opened her legs wider, so that the dog could access further inside. Lydia’s legs, as well as the rest of her, trembled. Her breath came in faster gasps as Oliver’s tongue licked deeper and his nose nudged harder and harder at her swollen clit. Suddenly, she came. She struggled to stay still, but failed. She gripped the sides of her seat, throwing her head back and only barely stopping herself from screaming as her pussy flooded the dog’s tongue with come.

As soon as the last wave of orgasm had gone, Jamie jerked her up out of the chair and sat down in it herself, pulling Lydia face down over her lap.

“You will learn to stay still when I tell you to. When you can’t, you’ll be punished.”

Jamie struck Lydia’s bottom with her hand, giving it a hard, sharp blow. Lydia squeaked in shock and instinctively put a hand back to protect herself. Jamie took it and held both wrists in one of her hands, continuing. She spanked Lydia hard, coloring the girl’s bottom with bright red handprints until she approached twenty strikes. Lydia began crying at the twelfth. Just as Jamie gave her the last one, Lydia lost control and pissed herself. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for Jamie to know what she’d done. Jamie pushed one of Lydia’s legs off her lap and gave her bared pussy five equally hard strikes, then plopped her hard onto the floor, where the girl cried in hiccups until she had calmed enough to cry quietly.

“This is your punishment for this once. Pussy spanking is something I usually use for pleasure, but only this once, it was to punish. Go home. Be back at six tomorrow evening. Don’t forget to shave.”

Lydia watched Jamie stride from the room. She was afraid that she'd ruined her chance at being the woman's pupil, and surprised when she was told to come back. After washing her face at the kitchen sink, she put her clothes on and reluctantly left.

* * * * *

Lydia had hurried home after school to shower and prepare for her teacher this evening. She had vaguely entertained thoughts about not going back, after what Jamie had done to her the previous session, but she knew she would have to return. The rub of the new collar around her neck was a reminder that she belonged to the older woman, now. In the shower, she had shaved the soft curls from her pussy’s mound, then massaged some of her mother’s lavender-scented body lotion into the area. She put on a pair of jeans and a baby blue t-shirt before walking over.

As soon as she was in the door, she shed her clothes and stood naked, waiting for inspection.

Jamie ran her fingers over the smooth pussy, opening the lips and checking to make sure that her pupil had done a good job. She smiled and patted Lydia’s bottom gently. “Good girl. Follow me.”

Lydia followed her to the bedroom. The room was simple, but elegant. A four-poster bed clothed in white sheets and blanket, a hope chest at the foot of the bed, and an armoire just across from it. A picture window was covered with heavy white curtains, and a chest of drawers sat askew in one corner. Jamie turned on the overhead light and crossed to the drawers, pulling out three dildos of varying lengths and thickness.

“Have you ever given a blowjob?”

Lydia smiled and turned pink. “Once. Sort of.”

“Deep throated?”

“No... I just... sort of... sucked on the head.”

“You’re going to learn. Get down on your knees, look up at me, and open your mouth.”

She obeyed. Jamie took the thinnest dildo and began working it in and out of the girl’s mouth, pushing it deeper every once in a while. When it got to the back of her throat, she gasped and gagged, pulling away.

“Relax your throat. Don’t try swallowing. Act as if you’re going to take an easy breath of air.”

Lydia did as she was told. Jamie pushed the silicone cock down the redhead’s throat and pulled it out. She continued, leaving it in for a few more seconds each time.

Jamie smiled. “Very good girl. I think we can skip the next one and go all the way to the goal.” She picked up the thickest and worked it in and out of Lydia’s mouth, then shoved it down her throat all at once. Lydia’s eyes watered, but she did what Jamie had told her. Jamie caressed the bulge that the fake cock forced her student’s throat to stretch into, kissing it and licking up her jawline as she worked the dildo in and out of her throat with one hand. Finally, she removed it.

“Oh yes... You are my very good girl.” She closed her mouth over Lydia’s, kissing her deeply. When she pulled away, she commanded the breathless girl again, “Turn around and get onto your hands and knees.”

Jamie took the saliva-coated end of the dildo and ran it up and down Lydia’s already wet pussy.

“I don’t know if I can take something that big...”

“Oh, you can. You will.” She pinched Lydia’s clit between one thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them as she began working the tip of the thick dildo gently in and out of her slickened pussy. Lydia grunted and whimpered as it was worked into her a half inch at a time, feeling herself stretch around it. Jamie kept pushing it until she felt resistance- the girl’s cervix. She pulled the dildo out and figured that the girl could take a good eight inches of cock. Perfect, for her Labrador. She’d enjoy watching other, larger dogs mate Lydia, though, and that was her ultimate goal, for the time being.

When she’d finished training the girl’s cunt to the large dildo, she had her turn onto her back. She wrapped her lips around Lydia’s clit, teasing it with her teeth and sucking at it until the girl came.

“I want you to see what you’ll be doing the next time you visit.” Jamie grinned and whistled for Oliver. Lydia sat up as Jamie quickly took her black slacks off and got onto her hands and knees.

Oliver knew just what he was to do. He mounted Jamie, humping his sheath at her exposed pussy until the shiny pink cock emerged. Lydia watched, wide-eyed, as Jamie grunted with the dog’s thrusts. His knot swelled, and it quickly disappeared into Jamie, locking them together. She watched Jamie orgasm once, then crawled around in front of her, sitting down and kissing her. Jamie grabbed a fistful of Lydia’s hair and kissed her back, hungrier. She dropped the hand between the girl’s legs and pushed three fingers into her as she sucked at Lydia’s tongue. Lydia came once more.

“You can go now.” Jamie told her. “Same time on Monday.”

“Why Monday?”

“I have to go out of town for a couple of days. You'll be here at six on Monday evening.”

Lydia stood and started to go to retrieve her clothes. “Are you sure you want me to leave you like that?” She motioned to the dog, with its knot still stuck inside her.

“Positive.” Jamie winked. “I’ll be just fine.”

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“Lydia?” Her mother called as soon as she had stepped in the front door.

She could feel the wetness that had leaked from her pussy. It was still slick between her legs. “Yeah, Mom?”

“You’re home awfully late.”

“Sorry. I was at a friend’s house.” She walked into the living room, where her parents sat watching television.

“Come here.” Her mother narrowed her eyes at her. “I don’t like that necklace.”

Lydia sighed and rolled her eyes. “I like it. Everybody’s wearing them.”

“It looks silly.” Her father agreed

"Well, I like it." Lydia stuck her tongue out quickly before grinning at them and hurrying up the stairs to her bathroom, to clean up.

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to keep doing it." Angelica listened to her, paused again then said "I don't think you're a bad person, you're my best friend, in fact, since I heard the both of you on the phone I'm wanting to try it with my two dogs." They hung up and Angelica went to her bedroom for some socks so that if they did mount her, she wouldn't get all scratched up. Angelica walked into the livingroom with the socks as she was completely nude, sat down with the socks by her side and called for thor (the older lab) with her legs wide open and thor must've smelled the sweet arroma fill the room for it didn't take him to respond. His nose close enough to her pussy that Angelica felt the chills through her body, thor then looked up at her as if to ask if it was ok if he licked her there and Angelica in a whisper said "yes baby, it's all yours." as she smiled at him. 

 

 Thor took his first lick, then two and finally continued without stopping as he drove Angelica into extacy as she mumbled to herself "why didn't I let him do this sooner..wow." She continued to praise him as she felt her climax building with each tongue probe and cool air from his nose on her clit she couldn't take it anymore as she clenched onto the armrest of the chair with a tight grip as her orgasim ripped through her like a tide ripping through the ocean and the idea that it was her dog causing this had caused her to go into another powerful orgasim. Kryptonite (the other black lab) breathed in the sweet arroma and immediately got up to his feet walking towards Angelica to check out what was going on as he tung hung out his mouth while panting. Angelica finally coming to her senses seen him, pushed thor away gently, turned around ass sticking out, knees on chair as her upper body rested on the back of the chair and that's when Kryptonite got the taste of her pussy. Spreading her ass cheeks for him to get better access at her pussy had gotten thor's attention as he went over to taste her pussy again but his tongue touched her asshole instead which surpriced Angelica but Kryptonite was doing such a good job working her pussy over that she didn't stop Thor from licking her asshole. In fact, both tongues working her holes sent into another orgasim.

 

Angelica had to push them away to regain her composure as she came down from the third orgasim and seen both were fully hard. She layed Kryptonite down on his side, took his cock into her hand and worked her cock sucking skills on him as thor got behind her licking her pussy again causing her to moan. Angelica was no longer in termoil as she had decided to let whatever happens happen. 

 

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k in the pocket of her silken peach bathrobe.

"Well, that's a part of it right there, your smoking
when we've both told you to not do it in the house;
if you absolutely had to smoke at all."

"Fuck that, I'm old enough to do what I want and
Mom never had a problem with it until you made
a big deal out of it!", challenged Lindsey.

"Your Mom also found your MySpace page and
the pictures of yourself you'd posted up there."

"Flashing your tits and showing your crotch for
every swinging dick with a pc must be a real
important part of your growing up process I guess?"
Dean asked, wiping the shaving cream from his
face as he moved toward Lindsey.

"We also read your blogs on there and I have
to say for someone your age you seem to have
quite the grasp on what men and women both
look for in a young girl these days."

"That's bullshit, I was just having some fun, it's
not meant to be serious and besides it's just
a game we all play online for something to do,"
Lindsey sputtered with an edge of embarrasment
slipping into her tone.

Dean gripped Lindsey by her shoulders, her robe
falling open to reveal her puffy breasts, their barely ripe
bubble gum pink hued nipples taut and thrusting up from
the center as the silk brushed against them.

Pressing her up against the bathroom wall, Dean leveled
his gaze directly at Lindsey. There was no mistaking his
hostility at being challenged nor his demand for being
given the respect he felt was due him.

"You want to play like you're all grown up, then so be it.
Just like they say, education begins right in the home and
I'm ready to take you to school little missy," Dean hissed.

Lindsey could smell the minty Scope mouthwash on her
stepfather's breath as he spoke those words, his lips
brushing over hers, he was so close in her face.
His fingertips dug into her shoulders through the robe,
her back pinned firmly against the wall, the robe having
fallen open to expose her nakedness to Dean.

Sticking out his tongue, Dean took a long slow swipe at
his stepdaughter's slender throat.
He could still taste the Jessica Simpson Creamsicle Dessert
perfume infused within her skin from the last time she'd
worn it to school.

He began to nibble at her throat, his teeth pulling the
soft flesh between them as he reached between her
thighs and felt the warmth of her having just come from
her bed.  His finger finding the hood concealing her already
swelling clit and lifting the tender skin up to expose the
heated button.

"Fuck, I could hardly wait for Mom to leave this time,
I love it when you force it from me and make me your
dirty little girl," Lindsey moaned as she pressed her lips
against her stepfather's.

"Do me real nasty this time Daddy, I want to give you
everything you want," she whispered licking his earlobe as
she pressed her breasts against his firm hairy chest.

Dean continued using his finger to swirl over the point of
Lindsey's enflamed clit.  Slow circles drawn with just the
fingertip and applying a very light pressure to keep her
always wanting more.
He was keenly aware that this lanquid but consistent
torment would have the young girl craving release and
bring out her most primal of needs in order to obtain it.

He loved watching her face flush and contort as she'd bite
down hard on her lower lip just as she began to cum. 
Those tiny mewling sounds that came from her chest when it
hit her hard and her hips thrust upward to meet him when he
felt his prick bathed in her sweet young juices.

The beauty of that faint red tinge of the sex rash which
would spread just above her breasts when she became
so hot her skin would actually pass the raw heat into his
fingers or chest.

"I think that little kitty between your legs is starting to
purr just right," he uttered into her chest as he leaned
down to take a plump nipple between his warm lips.

"You make it more than just purr Daddy, I love the
way you spin me up and make me do all those nasty
things when we play like this," Lindsey groaned.

"Go sit on the sink sweetie, spread your legs nice and
wide and show Daddy that pretty little pussy of yours."

"Hold yourself open and I'll kneel down and give it a good
washing up with a warm wet tongue!!!"

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ouch together and I loved to snuggle up to her. My mom was not what you would call a beauty queen. She was 30 y/o and about 5’2”, plump, with long brown hair and big 38D boobs. But she was my mom and I loved her very much. Any way we had been really getting in to one of our shows when I herd the door bell ring. We had know idea who could be coming by at this hour. All my friends know that I always in by 8 and did not go back out. But I jumped up and went to the door.

 Just as I opened the door my mother said Brian wait, but it was too late I was opening the door. It was a young girl who asked if she could use the phone as her car broke down and her cell phone was not working. My mom looked a little nerves but said ok, so I opened the door wider to let here in. just then the door was pushed in and smashed me in the face and up agents the wall. I had know idea what was going on.  Then I herd my mom call my name and some man tell her to shut up bitch. I got up only in time to see that there where two very large men and the young girl standing over my mother. I tried to get to my mom but the first man just back handed me in the face and I went down like a ton of bricks.

  The next time I opened my eyes I could not believe what I was seeing. My mom was on all fours like a dog and one guy was fucking her from the back while she sucked the other ones dick. I had seen a magazine of stuff like this with one of my friends but not like this. My mom was striped naked and her big tit where hanging down god I don’t understand it but I felt exited so how I felt my dick getting hard.

 The young girl was standing holding a gun to my moms head and saying things like “that’s it take it you fat bitch”, suck that big cock you know you like it. The two guys where also shouting at her, and slapping her on the ass and tits. She was crying but she was also doing what ever they told her to do.  About this time the one that was behind her pulled his cock out of her and I could not believe how big it was it looked at least 10” long and as big around as a ball bat.  Then with out missing a beet he shoved it in my mom’s ass.  She stopped sucking the mans cock and screamed in pain.  The man slapped her hard in the face and shoved his big cock down her throat. It was not long after this that both men said that they going to fill her with cum. Firs the man who was fucking her in the ass let loose then when he was done the other man switched out and came around and put his cock right in her cum filled ass. While the first man made her lick the cum blood and shit off of his cock. Soon the second man finished and pulled out of my mom’s ass leaving it leaking blood and cum.

 The young girl looked up and saw me standing there and told me to get the fuck over here and to get on my hands and knees behind my mom. Lick that cum and from you moms fat ass she said. The men just laughed and my mother cried. I did not know what to do so I started licking and sticking my tongue in my mom’s ass licking up the mix the two men had left in her. I know this is crazy but I liked it. I was licking the woman I loved and in some way it exited me. I know this was wrong in every way. Get your cloths off you little fucking freak, the girl with the gun told me. I only had on pajamas so I slipped out of them and was standing naked looking down at my mom who had been ass raped by two men and I had a rock hard on. Roll over you fat bitch and see how exited your little boy is by seeing you get fucked up that ass. Mom rolled over on he back and I could see her big tits hanging to the side with big drown nipples. And her fat stomach and I think my dick got even harder.  Then the girl told me to get between my moms leg and to fuck that fat shit bag. I hatred her calling my mom names but I was getting so horny I wanted to fuck my mom so bad. Mom was still crying saying don’t make my baby do this. But I was to far gone. I slid my hard cock in my mothers dripping wet hot pussy and it was all I could do not to explode. I had been masturbating for some time but I had never felt any thing like this. I started stroking in and out for all I was worth. At first my mom just laid there and cried. But soon I felt her hands on me touching my back then my ass. She started to groan and move with me.  Oooh Brian that is good yes that is so good. I could not believe this, my mom was fucking me back and I loved every minuet of it. She was pulling me in to her and meeting me stroke for stroke. I could not take it any longer and screamed I am going to cum, she just said yes baby cum for momma give me all you got. That was it I lost it and shot load after load of my hot 13 year old cum in to my moms steaming hot cunt. She started shaking and pulling me into her even more then finely we both just laid there my cock still inside of her and her holding me tight.

 I looked over and all 3 of our intruders where laughing and saying that we where the sickest fucks they had ever seen.  Then they grabbed a bag each and walked out the door. Apparently while I was fucking my mom the two guys had ransacked the house and filled up pillow cases with all of our stuff.

 Mom and I just lay there for a few minutes than I asked if she was ok and told her I was sorry that I had to do what I did. She said “baby that is ok, I think it won’t be the last time we do that together”. I just looked at her and smiled she pulled me to her and gave me a big long lovers kiss.  

 Things most definitely changed after that……

 

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nutes till three, she ran out of patience. Gathering her books, she put on her sweetest smile and went to the teacher’s desk, asking him for a bathroom pass.

 

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She bounced through the front door. “Jamie, I’m... uh-oh.” She froze upon seeing another woman sitting in the armchair beside the sofa. There was a toddler sitting on the floor, banging on plastic pegs into a little yellow box.

 

“Come on in,” Jamie waved her forward. “Lydia, this is my sister, Ramona, and my nephew, Ashton. Ramona, this is Lydia. I tutor her.” She grinned.

Lydia edged closer when Ramona extended a hand. She favored Jamie in appearance, now that Lydia looked. Ramona had the same shapely mouth and broad smile, and the slight olive tint to her skin. There was a noticeable difference in their behaviors, though. Ramona dressed very femininely, in a flouncy, pink flowered dress, and had a prim manner about her. She looked a few years older and wore cloyingly sweet perfume that kept Lydia at a distance. Jamie was far more at ease with herself, and womanly where Ramona seemed girlish.

“I’d better go, so you two can get on with your tutoring. I was on my way out, anyway.” Ramona picked up the toddler and his toys, making her way to the door.

 

Jamie followed, opening the door for her. “See you later. Be careful.” She stood at the front door with her arms crossed loosely, watching through the divided panes of glass as her sister drove away. Lydia stood beside her.

“You think she’s pretty?” Jamie asked.

 

“She is. She’s pretty...” Lydia worried her lower lip for a second before looking up from the corner of her eye and continuing. “But you’re beautiful.”

Jamie smiled and went back to her seat on the sofa. She leaned back and crossed her legs. “Good answer.” She patted the cushion. “Sit.”

 

Lydia sat closely, staying quiet.

“We haven’t gotten into your sexual history very much. You haven’t told me anything. Now I’m pushing. Tell me. Before you fucked that boy-”

“Jason.”

“Before you let Jason fuck you, what had you done?”

The younger girl blushed and looked down, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. “There isn’t that much to tell. Um... some unthrilling kissing with a couple of boys. A handjob without getting the favour returned- that’s when I gave the sort of blowjob. My, um, less than great experiences are what made me look for stuff online, I guess. I’m not dumb, I know sex is supposed to feel good and it’s something you’re supposed to look forward to, instead of dreading the next time a boy latches a hand onto my tit.”

“Why don’t you fool around with experienced boys more, or men? Why come to me?”

She shrugged, having yet to look back up. “I don’t know... I just don’t get much out of it with boys.”

“Maybe you’re a lesbian?” Jamie grinned wickedly at her shyness.

Lydia looked up at her from under her eyelashes. “Maybe.”

She pulled Lydia onto her lap, the girl lying back against the arm of the sofa and Jamie holding her tightly against herself. Lydia’s hands were pinned behind her back, keeping her from touching herself as she was teased into arousal. Jamie had a hand inside the redhead’s white button-up shirt, alternately kneading one of her breasts and rolling the nipple between her fingers as she kissed her. Lydia’s hips rose rhythmically, begging the other woman to touch her.

“Please...” Lydia whimpered when she was allowed to take a breath.

Jamie smirked and lowered her mouth to the exposed breast, moving her free hand under Lydia’s skirt and just barely grazing the soaking wet crotch of her panties, rubbing only enough to make her want more. Suddenly, she stopped.

“Take off your clothes and go to the bedroom. Don’t touch yourself, or I’ll send you home without anything.” Jamie warned with a smile.

Lydia did as she was told and stood in the middle of the room. It took all of her willpower to keep her hands from making their way between her legs to relieve the unbearable ache there. She thought that she would break just as Jamie walked in with towels in one hand and Oliver’s leash in the other. Jamie left Oliver standing just inside the bedroom door as the cracked one large white towel in the air and spread it on the floor, then the other right next to it.

“Down on your hands and knees.” Jamie commanded, then went to her chest of drawers and pulled out a few toys.

She did as she was told. “Why are your clothes still on?” She asked, looking at Jamie’s black shirt and worn jeans.

“Because tonight is all about you, babe.”

Jamie positioned the younger girl’s legs wider apart and knelt beside her. Wetness glistened in smears on her inner thighs and all over her outer pussy lips. Jamie a small buttplug she’d taken from the drawer and drew the tip across Lydia’s pussy, then pressed it against her asshole, making her gasp.

“You’ve never done anything anal? At all?”

“No...”

“Good. It’s time you experienced it, then.” She slipped the lubricated plug into Lydia with a little pressure, making her moan a bit. “It’s time for you to get to know Oliver.”

“This soon?” She asked with a tremor in her voice.

“You can take him.” Jamie made a kissing noise to call the dog over.

Lydia looked over her shoulder to see Jamie giving Oliver a handjob. The bright red tip of his cock peeked out. More slid into view, swelling as the sheath retracted. Jamie stopped and took his leash off, then patted Lydia’s bottom. Oliver very happily mounted her, stabbing at her pussy until he hit his target with his still enlarging cock. She whimpered as the dog’s cock hammered into her, claiming her.

“Do you like it?” Jamie asked, moving up to look her in the face.

“Oh, God... yes...” She moaned.

Lydia felt the dog’s constant drizzle of pre-come leaking down her leg. She also felt his cock beginning to nudge very deep inside her. “He’s bottoming out.” She gasped.

“That’s okay. His cock is made to go through his bitch’s cervix. It’s just a little uncomfortable at first.” Jamie smiled and kissed her- short, moist kisses that held onto her lips for just a second before the next kiss.

Lydia frowned as the nudging grew more insistent, the tip of the dog’s cock working into the opening of her cervix. It turned into a vague cramp, then sharper until he had forced his way into her womb. She felt the swelling of his knot slip into her pussy, then slip out again before growing big enough that it had was pushing at the entrance to get back in.

“Just relax and let him go in. Let him tie with you.” Jamie encouraged.

She grunted as the dog thrust harder, finally forcing his knot into her. She felt it tugging at her cunt as he continued trying to fuck her at the same speed. The flow of pre-come down her leg stopped as the knot plugged her up completely. Lydia felt him start spurting inside her.

“I think he’s finishing...” She panted heavily.

“Oh, no, he’s not nearly finished. The knot will keep him inside you for a good twenty minutes. That’s why I’m starting you out with him. A bigger dog would keep you tied for forty-five minutes, until his knot went down. Probably more, as tight as your little pussy is. Do you feel him coming?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Dogs can come a huge amount. That’s what the towels are for, when he pulls out.”

Lydia felt the hot come pooling inside her, a spot of heat continually growing. As he filled her with it, her abdomen grew tighter and more uncomfortable. Jamie knew what was happening by the look on her face.

“Lean forward, it’ll help.” She said, pushing the girl’s shoulders down to the floor.

She reached under Lydia and placed her first two fingers on either side of her clit, rubbing them back and forth against it. It didn’t take long for the younger girl to come. She orgasmed with a loud moan, her body jerking with the waves of muscle contractions.

“Mmm... All that come inside you. Wouldn’t it be interesting if you could breed together? Damned incompatible chromosomes, though. But you know, the dog’s sperm tries anyway. Dog sperm invading your little human egg, trying it’s best to fill you full of puppies.” Jamie laughed and licked her lips, “It coats your womb for days, just like it does a female dog’s. Isn’t that just a delicious thought? Just think, the day after tomorrow, when you’re sitting in a boring class, that your insides are still coated with dog come.”

Jamie stayed there, kissing her when she felt like it and playing with Lydia’s nipples until Oliver’s knot had shrunk enough that he could pull his cock out of her. Lydia grunted again as he yanked himself out and wandered away to lick himself clean. The come started spilling out as soon as he got loose, but when she rose up onto just her knees, the rest ran out and down both her thighs, soaking into towels under her. The come was still very warm as it travelled over her skin. It seemed like cups of it had run out of her cunt before it stopped.

Exhausted, she sat down on a dry corner of one towel. Jamie crawled around in front of her and ran her hand across the congealing fluid on the inside of one of Lydia’s thighs, slowly moving it toward her pussy. She thrust three fingers inside, then four. Lydia watched, her breath turning into gasps again as she laid back again. Jamie folded her hand into a fist. Her slender hand had little difficulty in pushing into Lydia, as newly stretched as it was. She was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of the pussy entrance around her wrist as she pressed and massaged Lydia’s clit with the thumb of her free hand, making the redhead’s back arch as she pumped her hand more quickly in and out. Lydia came again, grabbing a handful of wet towel in one hand as she did, the inside of her cunt squeezing around Jamie’s hand.

Jamie gently pulled her hand out of Lydia, moving up to lay on top of her.

“What happened to you not getting dirty?” Lydia giggled.

“Screw it. I can shower.”

Jamie lay down on her back with her face near Lydia’s. She licked her fingers clean before putting her index finger into the other girl’s mouth, letting her suck at it, as well.

“Next time, we’ll have a field trip.”

“Ooh, where are we going?”

Jamie gave her a sly wink. “You’ll see...”

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The next morning, Lydia woke and got ready for school very happily. She was sore, but it served as a pleasant reminder of Jamie’s most recent lesson. During history class, Jamie's words popped into her mind. She remembered what Jamie had said about her insides still being coated with Oliver's come. Lydia hid the small smile that made itsway onto her face at the thought. She shifted in her desk, feeling the slick folds of her pussy slide against one another when she began to soak through her panties as result of the fantasy filling her head.

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there, she decided to just leave the towel wrapped around itself covering her body with it.

Both dogs were swarming at her feet, licking the droplets of water from her legs, and running about like they were puppies.

She wondered what had gotten into them, realizing that she wasnt going to be able to get ready and dress with those twp huge dogs playing tag in the small bedroom with her. So she decided feeding them was the only option to get them out from under foot and called them down the steps with her as she went.

The dogs area was in the kitchen, their food was kept in a bag in the closet.
Both dogs at her heels excitedly, she assumed they knew they were going to be fed as they rushed past her once the door was in sight. She made her way past them and into the cubboard, she leaned over to pick up their bowls, and as she did she felt a warm feeling between her legs. And before she could think what it was, it came again and then again. She leaned around herself looking behind her to see the biggest of the two dogs with his nose up her towel.
"Butch!" she scolded him and he lowered his snout.

She turned then back to reach the bowls, this time being slightly wet from the previous time, she suddenly felt a long warmness reach into her pussy.
She stepped one foot in front of her to turn around to push the dog from her, but as she did, the dog moved with her one step, bringing his snout persistantly against her pussy, licking her deeper. She felt his cold  nose pressing against her as his tounge went deeper in her than any man had ever reached. And it had never before felt like this.. before her hands even reached the dog, they dropped to her sides.. allowing Butch to continue his incessant licking.

He wiggled his head, tring to get inside her even farther.. and she couldnt believe she was about to do this.. but she opened her stance, widening the opening so Butch could tounge her like he was begging for.
Butch must have realized that she was submitting to him and behind him his cock began to poke out of it's sheath a pointed red tip beginning to show through his furry underside.
He began to lick her deeper, moving his tounge up to her ass, pressing it againt her tight hole before moving back down to push it again into her pussy.

She stood like this, the towel still around her, letting this dog lick her deepest  reaches with it's tounge.. when she felt his paws searching her back, wrapping around the towel encircling her waist.
He reared up, his back legs starting to pump his cock back and forth on her ass and the backs of her thighs..
"Butch.. no.." She was hardly using to tone that he took seriously, arching his back to pump his cock up trying to find her wet hole with it.

She bent her knees only slightly as she stood a bit too tall for him, giving him just the right angle.. he pushed his member against her, sinking it this time a millimeter into her pussy, he must have felt the warmth for his back legs started to immediately walk up to her, and pumping at the same time.
The result was a pounding like she had never had before.. his back legs moved up as his cock plunged forwards with new found strength, the dog grunted low as it hit it's mark sinking deep in her pussy..
she felt the thin little member plunging in and out ofher, his front feet locked around her waist.. fucking the hell out of her, she began to moan as the other dog came around to her front to check her out.

Licking against her face, he pushed his tounge past her lips, she submitted quickly to him as he forced his tounge past her lips, inching closer to her. She opened her mouth allowing him to plunge his tounge into her mouth, licking as far back as he could reach while the bigger dog continued to pump his cock in her.
It was growing bigger, she felt it getting larger and larger.. his back legs were moving up and down, prancing around as he humped against her again and again, pushing his cock in her as far as he could get it.
meanwhile she couldnt moan out, for the other dog had worked it's muzzle almost all the way into her mouth, licking and licking the back of her throat, the top and against her tounge, making slobbering sounds as he stretched his tounge out as far as it would go, enjoying the flavor of her mouth.
the other dog panting against her flesh now grunting and growling as he pushed and pulled his cock in and out of her.
She noticed that he wasnt pushing as deeply now.. his grip had loosened slightly.. his breath was shorter, and the panting had stopped.

the smaller dog still licking hr mouth furiously.
The bigger dog pumped pushing his furry legs against her ass, he was almost stopped now pumping in and holding it inside of her longer and longer until finally he didnt pull out at all.. she felt SO full! But she hadnt cum yet, she was so damn close..
his cum spraying all inside her, deep inside her... filling her.
He dismounted, and let his cock shrink down and moved away to a corner to lick himself but not before tounging her deep once more to clean up the large amounts of cum that burst from her pussy once his dick was removed.

The smaller dog, her mouth now raw and sore, saw the bigger dog dismount and perked up it's ears, walking to the back of her and growling loudly at the big dog that had just fucked her.
He retracted his tounge and walked away quite tired, and ready for a nap, not a fight.
 
The new dog now began to lick her pussy deep with his tounge, her body sinking down to all fours this time, her mouth was stretched, and her pussy was too.
He licked up inside her until she began to moan again, and then he too used her back as a leg up, wrapping his paws around her waist locking them so she couldnt move away from him.
She then felt his cock banging against her ass, wet slick red dick tring to stick in her hole. his pants were small as he searched...
Then he found it, sinking his cock inside, he let his legs walk him closer so that there was no space between his furry hips and her round bottom. Pumping her now much like the other dog had just done. Poking his dick inside her hole so well fucked from before.. then his dick popped out of her pussy, and to her surprise it began to poke around her tight little ass, searching for entrance to it.
She tried to get up when she felt that.. he growled at her and pumped harder.. stopping while his cock was just outside her hole, grinding his hips against her to work his dick into her.
Once inside, he forced her tight hole open to sink his entire length inside her. Grunting low and deep her ass must have been very tight on his dick.

She screamed out once his cock  began to sink in deeper, it stretched her like she had never felt before. She hadnt even time to get used to it before the dog started fucking furiously against her ass. He slobbered and drooled and howled gently as his hips steadly moved, working his dick in Deep.
His thrusts strong and pounding. His front paws grasped around her waist so tight she couldnt move.. She was his and he was going to do just what he wanted, how he wanted.

And as he got her tight ass more lubricated, and he could easily move in and out, he leaned his head down against her back, pushing downwards until her head was touching the floor, her elbows bent to a very uncomfortable position. This left her ass sticking up in the air, just like he wanted... He started then to fuck her even harder! He panted, loudly, slamming his body against her ass sinking his growing dick so deep inside, Oh GOD!

She could feel his balls slapping against her, his teeth then to her neck to make sure she didnt move.. or to help himself cum better... She couldnt do anything but scream out as his knot began to grow, he made sure that his knot was sank deep inside her ass before it got too big and he woudlnt be able to fit it in.
He growled again, biting her neck harder, drooling down her neck, pawing at her, and dancing on his hind legs. Pushing and pulling his dick in and out, humping steadily against her Trying to get up higher so he could get it even deeper inside.
Finally the knot began to keep him from moving in and out as far.. his whole body tensed, focused.. intent on giving her all of his seed.
Giving her pussy increasingly slower pumps, slowing himself down as his cock became more lodged inside her ass.
Finally he pulled and his dick and it remained where it was, the dog dismounted and patiently waited while panting blissfully for his member to shrink down, while he finished cumming inside of her.

other walked back into the kitchen. She bent over to pull up the straps on the heels of her sandals and didn’t even have time enough to react between feeling a cold sensation on her neck and hearing the quick ‘snick’ of scissor blades. The buckle and lock rattled as her collar fell off. Angie caught it on its way down, turning to stare in shock at her mother, who was still holding a pair of kitchen shears.

“Mother!” she gasped.

“I’ve told you to take it off a dozen times this morning. It’s your own fault.”

Angie bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from saying something she might regret and ran back to her room. She pulled her backpack off her desk chair and began stuffing in clothes from her dresser and closet with her books and papers, squishing her stuffed bunny in on top last. She missed her mother coming in behind her.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going to spend the night at Karen’s.”

“I don’t quite think so, young lady. You’re going to church.”

“Then I’ll go after church.” Angie turned around and narrowed her eyes.

Her mother stomped off with Angie right behind her. “Just go get in the car.”

Angie threw her backpack into the backseat of the car and flopped in beside it, slouching down.

“What’s wrong?” her father asked, looking at both of them.

Her mother smiled and closed her door, saying lightly, “Nothing.”

“Nothing,” Angie said at the same time, still glaring.

They arrived a few minutes early. Angie got out of the car and turned to her father, telling him, “I’m going to call Karen, so she can pick me up afterward,” before walking away.

Angie wound her collar into a little spiral and held it in her hand through the church service. Wondering if Cara would be angry with her, she began to sniffle about halfway through. She felt as if the collar were a permanent connection to Cara when she couldn’t be with her. It meant that she belonged to someone – and she felt every bit owned, when it was on her.

While her parents were still in the middle of a group of people when church was dismissed, Angie ducked out and got her bag from the car. Karen saw her and pulled up right alongside.

“What’s wrong?” Karen asked when she got in.

“Nothing… Would you drop me off somewhere?”

“Yeah, sure.” She followed Angie’s directions right into Cara’s driveway.

“Thanks. Do the whole redirect thing, if my mom calls?”

“Of course,” Karen grinned. “Is this where that boy you’ve been sneaking around with lives?”

“Sorta. Thanks for the ride.” Angie waited until Karen had driven out of view before knocking.

Cara answered the door in a nightshirt. “What happened to your key?” she asked.

“I have it, I just- I-” Angie took a fractured breath and started to cry.

“Honey, what’s the matter?” Cara asked, pulling her inside.

Angie dropped her backpack and opened her hand, letting the leather unwind on its own. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was going to do it, she snuck up and I should have been paying attention-”

Cara took the cut collar and put it down on the coffee table, putting her arms around Angie. “It’s not your fault, sweetheart. It’s okay.”

Angie wrapped her arms tight around Cara’s waist and buried her face in the shoulder of her warm nightshirt. “I was afraid you might be mad at me,” she hiccupped.

Cara sat down on the sofa with Angie still clinging to her. She pulled the younger girl back a little, to look at her. “It’ll be your birthday soon, won’t it? Well, it couldn’t hurt to get you something a little sturdier, I suppose. Something not as easily fazed by scissors, at least.”

Angie nodded. “Really?”

“Of course. Let me put some clothes on and we’ll go.”

“Really?” Angie asked again, “Right now?”

“Yep. Come on, come wash your face. I’m going to my mom’s for Easter dinner at three, but since you’re here, you’ll just come along.”

She followed Cara to the bedroom, feeling far better. Angie veered into the bathroom and gathered cold water from the sink in her hands, holding her face in it for a few seconds before opening her fingers to let it flow back through.

Cara buttoned her black slacks and petted Angie’s hair while she was still drying her face. Cara pulled the clip from it and brushed it to one side, running her fingers over Angie’s bare throat, making her shiver.

“Ready to go?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Angie said quietly, arching her neck into the touch.

Cara took her to a small leather shop about forty-five minutes away. She walked around with Angie’s arm looped through hers, letting the redhead finger the different types and qualities of leather that objects on display were made with before finally steering her toward the back of the store. She put a hand at the small of Angie’s back and nudged her forward.

“Hi, Lynn,” Cara smiled at the woman who came to the glass counter. “We’re looking for a new collar.”

“Hey there,” the woman greeted Angie with a broad smile and looked back to Cara. “I thought you’d already collared her?”

“I have. There was a little accident with… well, someone who didn’t like it.”

“Ah. Alright, then. Go ahead, none of the ones out here are spoken for, so you have your pick.”

Cara nodded at Angie and the younger girl squatted down to look. After a few minutes, Angie pressed her fingertip to the glass over a black leather collar similar to the one her mother had destroyed. Lynn took it out and handed it to her. Angie rubbed the soft leather against her cheek and smiled. It was only slightly thicker than her previous one, with a narrow, horizontal depression down the center of the inside. A thin band of stainless steel was fixed into place in the indention.

Cara took it from her and handed it back to Lynn. “We’ll take this one. And, ah, there’s something else,” she said, following the owner to the back.

Angie wandered around the small store, trying to wait patiently and poking at the merchandise a bit more. She hurried back to the counter when she caught a glimpse of Cara’s blonde hair exiting the back room.

Cara pulled her close and put the new collar back into Angie’s hands, telling her, “Look at the inside.

Angie turned it over. The metal band was engraved with block letters saying ‘PROPERTY OF CARA MORGAN’. She smiled brightly and rose up onto her toes to press a kiss to the corner of Cara’s mouth.

“Here, turn around,” Cara told her, taking the collar again. She held it around in front of Angie and waited until the younger girl moved her hair out of the way before buckling it into place and slipping another tiny, silver lock into place.

Angie sighed and ran her hand over her neck.

“Feel better?” Cara asked.

Angie nodded, “Much. Thank you.”

She paid for the collar and took Angie back to the car by her hand. “There’s something I was going to get you for your birthday, as a surprise. We can’t get it quite yet, but I think we can go see about it today.”

“You get me so many things,” Angie said shyly, “I never give anything to you.”

Cara reached over and stroked Angie’s cheek. “Don’t be silly, of course you do.”

Cara took them down the highway a few miles, then off onto a back road, where she drove for nearly twenty minutes before pulling into a dirt driveway. As soon as Angie opened her door, she could hear dogs barking.

“This is the breeder that I got Joey from,” Cara winked. “She comes to Pet Lovers meetings, sometimes.

“A puppy?” Angie asked, wide-eyed. “You’re getting me a puppy?”

“He’s too young to bring home, but yes.” Cara smiled at Angie’s reaction and reached back in through the open car window to honk the horn a couple of times.

The front door of the faded red house opened and a chubby little woman with short brown hair came out. She waved cheerfully and motioned them inside.

“Angie, this is Ms. Mitchell. Sarah, this is my Angie,” Cara introduced them.

“Couldn’t keep it a secret any longer, huh?” Sarah asked, chuckling. “The one you picked out is still too little, yet, though.”

“Oh, I know. There was some drama this morning and I just want to cheer her up by showing her the puppy.”

“Okay, come on out back, then.”

They followed her out the back door and down a set of concrete steps, past a half dozen clean, nicely kept chain-link-front cages partitioned from one another by wooden walls. She led them to the cage second from the end and opened the door.

A female German Shepherd was lying down near the back wall, nursing five puppies. Sarah took one and brought it back to Angie.

“Awww!” Angie cooed at it and sat down in the door to sit him on her lap. The puppy was a ball of black and brown fuzz with floppy ears. “How old is he?”

“He’ll be three weeks old tomorrow. Hasn’t even gotten his milk teeth in, yet.”

Angie’s smile drooped and she looked up at Cara. “I can’t take him home with me, though. My mom would kill me. We already have Davey, and it was hard enough just getting him.”

“He’ll live at my place, then. You don’t have to worry about anything.” Cara turned and whispered a question to Sarah, who nodded. She crouched down beside Angie and put a hand on her back. “You know what I’d like to see?”

“What?” Angie asked.

Cara pulled the zipper down the back of Angie’s dress, sliding the capped sleeves down her shoulders and off her arms, letting the top of the dress lay around Angie’s waist. She unclasped Angie’s bra and removed the little bar from one of her nipples, then stepped over and went to the nursing dog, pulling another puppy off just long enough to get a little milk on her finger. She rubbed the milk onto Angie nipple, blowing on it to make the nipple erect, and raised Angie’s puppy up to it. After a moment, the puppy opened his mouth and Cara put the nipple into it, letting him latch on.

Angie gasped at the sensation of the puppy trying to pull milk from her breast. “Oh, my God”, she half moaned and smiled, sticking her tongue out to wet her top lip. She stroked the puppy’s fur and rubbed the tip of one of his ears between her fingers. “This is so awesome.”

Cara looked on as Angie enjoyed herself for a while. She looked at her watch. “We need to go, baby. We have just enough time.”

Angie reluctantly took the puppy’s mouth off her nipple and let him waddle back to his mother. She replaced her piercing and bra, following Cara back to the car and fixing her dress on the way.

Almost as soon as the doors were closed, Cara leaned over and kissed her. She put a hand between Angie’s knees, sliding it under her skirt and up her thigh, cupping her pussy tightly through her tights and thin cotton panties. She pressed her fingers in further and felt the tip of Angie’s tongue curl against the roof of her mouth as the girl opened wider.

Cara backed off a little to breathe. “Damn, you’re wet. Already soaked through your panties.”

“It was the puppy,” Angie blushed. “Weren’t we supposed to be going? Being late for stuff kind of embarrasses me.”

“Yep,” Cara grinned and settled back into her own seat, starting the ignition.

At dinner, Cara sat Angie across the table from her, right between her mom and brother. Beneath the table, she slipped off her shoe and wiggled her stocking foot up between Angie’s legs, making her gasp and nearly choke on stuffing as Cara rubbed against the crotch of her panties. Cara’s mother patted Angie on the back, making her blush harder.

By the time they were ready to leave, Angie had all but forgotten about the events of the morning. They left with plates of leftovers and extra candy, and Angie thought she had been prodded, interrogated, and had her lap climbed into a dozen times by each child there.

Cara began stripping as soon as she got through the door, so she could put her nightshirt back on, and Angie changed into the pajamas she had crammed into her bag. Pajamas which turned out to be a mismatched blue tank top and a pair of mint green bottoms with teddy bears all over them.

When she went back to the living room, she found Cara stretched out on the sofa with the television on. Angie crawled up to lie partially curled up between her legs. The house had cooled as evening came on, so she snuggled in.

“What do you think of us acquiring Jonathan? As a sort of brother for you,” Cara asked, stroking her hair.

“He requires a lot of… petting. I mean, in a high-maintenance way.”

Cara quirked an eyebrow in amusement. “You don’t think that you require a lot of petting?”

“In a different way than I do,” Angie looked up and stuck out her tongue.

“Watch that, I’ll catch it. And you might not like what I do with it, when I do.” Cara narrowed her eyes and failed at keeping down a grin. “Well, like I told you. Jonathan’s last Dom wasn’t a very nice person. He’s… skittish. He hasn’t had an owner since that arrangement was dissolved. He’s a little eager to please and needs a good bit of validation, right now.”

“It wouldn’t, you know, change things, would it?”

“What, with us? Absolutely not!”

“Good. I don’t have a problem with it, then,” Angie beamed happily.

“So, what are you thinking of naming your puppy?”

“I’m still thinking about it. I had an interesting dream the other night, you know.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

“I dreamed… that I was pregnant.”

“By who?”

“Joey.”

Cara laughed, “That is interesting. What else happened?”

“Not a lot. It was just that.”

“Aww. I was hoping for conception and all.” Cara licked her lips and slid her hands up the back of Angie’s shirt.

“Know what I want to do, one night?”

“What’s that, honey?”

“I want to get one of those ovulation predictor kids, nail down exactly when I’ll be ovulating, and have you and Joey fuck me during.” She felt Cara’s hands slide lower on her back, sneaking under the elastic of her pants.

“Mmm, really? You’d have to stop taking your birth control.”

“Well, you’d just have to keep boy penises away from me, then.” Angie licked a stripe up between Cara’s breasts, to her collarbone, and nuzzled at her neck.

“Actually knowing his sperm breaks into one of your eggs. Damn, that’s a turn-on, if ever there was one.”

“Mmhm. Exactly.”

Angie leaned up to kiss Cara as Cara’s hands slid further down, her fingers tightening against the lower curve of Angie’s bottom.

“I think this could go to the bedroom,” Cara told her, the tone of her voice deepening into an order.

Angie giggled and scrambled up, padding to the other room. She quickly stripped out of her pajamas, leaving them on top of the dresser in a semi-neat pile. After a few moments, Cara came back to her.

Angie took the stuffed black rabbit from her backpack and hopped onto the bed, bouncing on her knees a couple of times before turning and becoming serious. She climbed down and dropped to her knees on the floor, leaning her front half onto the mattress. She felt warm air wash over her and knew that Cara had turned the heat up a little before coming to the bedroom.

“Spank me?” she asked.

Cara looked at Angie’s backside; the marks and bruises she had left when she had spanked her redhead in public were all but completely gone. “Why do you want a spanking?” she asked.

“Spank me and I’ll tell you…”

“Tell me, or you don’t get a spanking.”

Angie huffed and sat her bottom back on her heels, looking up at Cara. “Punishment.”

Cara shook her head, “Why do you think you need punishment?”

Angie looked down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers. “I still… the other collar-”

“You still feel guilty about it?” Cara crouched down to her level. “Baby, it wasn’t your fault.”

“But I feel like it was.”

“And it would make you feel better, if you were punished for it?”

Angie gave her a little nod.

“Alright, then. Lean over the bed again,” Cara instructed her and turned to the dresser. “What do you want to be spanked with?”

“Whatever you choose, Ma’am.”

“Angie…” Cara warned. “I have something else planned for after, but I want you to choose what you’ll be punished with.”

“The- the paddle?”

Cara pulled a wooden paddle from the drawer and left it open. The paddle was a half an inch thick, four inches wide, and about ten inches long, excluding the handle. Cara ran a hand over both sides of the smooth wood and stepped over to stand to the side of Angie’s legs so that she could get a good swing.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Angie laid her head on her arms. There was a loud smack as Cara paddled across both her ass cheeks at once. Angie felt the jolt of impact first, then the sting, and finally the heat, in the time it took Cara to pull her arm back again. She gasped at the second, the third made her clench her eyes shut, and tears squeezed out during the rest of the ten blows that Cara had decided upon, as much because she was getting rid of her bit of guilt as because of the hot stinging of the paddle.

Cara put the paddle away and crouched down beside her again. “You’re such a good girl,” she cooed into Angie’s ear, running a hand over her hair and stroking down her back. “You’re my baby. You don’t have to worry, you’ll always be my baby girl.”

The paddling had stung Cara a bit, as well; she knew it was what Angie needed, so that she would stop obsessing over thinking that the collar was her fault, but it was by no means the type of spanking that she enjoyed giving.

She kissed Angie’s cheek and the corner of her mouth. “Are we finished with the old collar, now? Can you let go of that?”

Angie sniffled. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. I never want to hear you mention it again. Are you ready to play, now?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Angie smiled.

“I’m going to use something new on you,” Cara grinned back. “Have you ever seen a cane?”

“Not in real life, Ma’am.”

Cara went back to her dresser drawer and took a rattan cane, about as long as her arm from shoulder to fingertips, out of it and put on the bed in front of Angie. Cara knew exactly how much a cane could hurt and that Angie had never experienced one before. The redhead’s eyes widened and she ran her index finger over a few inches of its length.

“This is what I’m going to use on you. For pleasure. It’ll hurt in a different way than the crop does. I want you in subspace, if you can get there. Okay?”

Angie licked her lips. “Yes, Ma’am.

Cara picked the cane back up and whipped it back and forth once, making it audibly slice through the air. “Do you think you can keep your hands down? I don’t want to cane across them. If you can’t, I’ll restrain them with something.”

“I can keep them down, Ma’am.”

“Okay. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Ma’am…”

She gave the first strike as soon as the words were past Angie’s lips. Angie yelped and buried her face in the quilt, feeling a line of fire scream across her bottom, right through the areas that the paddle had made bright red. She felt her pussy begin to throb in spite of it, though. Cara spread long welts over Angie’s ass and down her thighs, coming back to crisscross them, as well. True to her word, Angie hadn’t let her hands get away from her to cover her bottom – they were bunched tightly in the blanket, where she had her face buried, crying. For the last few across her thighs, her body jerked as the cane cracked across her skin and she cried out sharply, her toes curling in pain.

Cara wrapped her hand around Angie’s lower arm, pulling her to her feet and turning her around, making her sit on the very edge of the bed with her bottom half off, and pushed her to lie back. Angie whimpered at lying on the fresh welts and abrasions. Her face was wet and flushed from crying, but Cara could see the wetness on her inner pussy lips, too.

Cara raised the cane again and brought it down hard across the tops of Angie’s thighs, making her legs tremble as she began to cry again. She striped up and down the pale thighs, then welted the insides of them good before caning over the mound of Angie’s pussy and up her stomach. She rested one knee on the bed and struck right across one of Angie’s nipples, then the other, making her whimper and her back arch.

Finished, she put the cane back in the drawer and took a few more things out before closing it, then stripped off her clothes and sat down on the bed beside Angie. Cara smiled and bent her head to kiss Angie, sucking at the younger girl’s lower lip before letting go. She kissed Angie’s breasts and pulled one pale pink areola into her mouth, sucking hard and moving her tongue across the sore nipple, making Angie moan, then bit down, imprinting the soft flesh with her teeth and making sure that there would be a bruise tomorrow before repeating the treatment on the other breast, making Angie whimper. Cara continued down her body, creating a garden of love bites all over her breasts and stomach, down across her abdomen and over her hips.

Cara moved away and left the room, and Angie took the moment to wipe her hands over her face. She heard the click of claws in the hallway and smiled as Cara re-entered the bedroom with Joey right behind her. Cara rounded to the other side of the bed and pulled Angie across so that her head was hanging off. When Cara patted the bed, urging Joey to put his feet up on either side of her head, she understood what was going to happen.

Cara massaged the dog’s sheath until he began humping and his cock started to slide out.

“Open your mouth,” Cara commanded.

Angie obeyed and relaxed her throat as Cara moved Joey’s paws from beside her head to between her arms and her sides, so he would have a place to hook them. She continued rubbing his cock until he was humping hard and his knot was beginning to bulge, then put the tip between Angie’s lips. He hopped forward a couple of steps and tightened his front legs around her body, fucking her mouth.

Angie felt his pre-come squirting. The salty fluid coated the inside of her mouth and she swallowed convulsively as the thickening and lengthening dog cock pushed into her throat. She took deep breaths when he pulled out enough that she could and was glad that he was spurting straight down her throat, so that she didn’t have to concentrate on swallowing the liquid without choking.

Cara got onto the bed again and lay down between Angie’s legs. She pushed Angie’s knees apart and admired the neat slit of her pussy before pressing her tongue into it and licking up its length. She used her fingers to spread the lips open and sucked Angie’s clit between her teeth, worrying it a little and making Angie squirm again before biting down a little harder, making Angie’s legs jerk in response. Cara gave sucking kisses to the outer lips and soft flesh of Angie’s mound before raising up a little and slapping her pussy hard with a flat hand. Angie made an encouraging noise and spread her legs wider. Cara slid two fingers into Angie’s cunt, stroking hard upward a few times before pulling the lips wide open spanking it again, striking right over her reddening clit. Cara watched closely, and after a dozen hard slaps, Angie groaned and came, her cunt constricting and relaxing in rhythm and leaking wetness onto the blanket with her orgasm. Cara licked at the inner lips and sucked the juices off them.

The dog’s knot was pushing at Angie’s open mouth, but she was afraid to let it in. She was terrified that his knot would get locked behind her teeth, so she kept her jaw locked just narrow enough that it couldn’t get through. She could feel the warmth pulsing down her throat and into her stomach when Joey came fully.

Cara picked up one the toys she had taken from the drawer – the dog cock dildo – and pushed it into Angie’s cunt. Angie grunted when the tip hit the cleft of her cervix and Cara twisted the toy, pushing at the same time, until Angie’s fists tightened in the blanket again and Cara knew she had gone through. Angie squeezed her eyes shut until the pain of the stretch lessened and Cara pushed the dildo’s knot in until the base was flat up against Angie’s pussy.

Joey slowed and finally pulled his cock out of Angie’s throat, going to the end of the bed to lick it until it withdrew back into its sheath.

“Turn over,” Cara told her and helped to move Angie onto her stomach, then pulled at the redhead’s sore thighs, making her whimper as she was put up on her knees with her shoulders and face against the bed.

Angie reached toward the pillows and grabbed her bunny, pulling it against her and hugging it happily with her arms pinned between her body and the bed. Cara stepped into her strap-on harness and picked up the other toy, a thick black silicone dildo with the opposite end shaped into a shorter, egg-shaped, ribbed protrusion that she pushed into her own cunt, so that it would rub against her clit when she moved. She put the cock-shaped end through the hole in the harness and tightened both sides well, then kneeled up on the bed between Angie’s legs and rubbed the head of the dildo against her pink asshole.

“Yes, yes, yes… please, Ma’am…” Angie half moaned and half whispered, swaying her hips slowly and pushing her bottom back against the toy hungrily.

Cara gave a sharp smack to the already darkening welts on Angie’s right ass cheek, making her whimper and stop wiggling. She reached up and pulled Angie’s arms from beneath her, folding them behind the girl’s back, stretching her fingers across both Angie’s wrists and the part of her forearms that they were resting with. The bunny was still partially underneath Angie, against her breasts.

Cara pulled herself forward with Angie’s arms, watching as the thick dildo disappeared into Angie’s body. The redhead whined as it was pushed in, having to share room in her body with her full cunt, stretching her insides satisfyingly. Cara pulled it almost completely out again before pushing it back in just a little faster. She repeated this until she was ramming it in hard, jarring Angie’s body with each thrust.

Angie’s breath quickened as much because of the cane welts burning with friction on both sides of her body as because of being fucked hard. Her heavy breaths turned into whimpering and mewling as Cara rammed into her, the other woman’s hips hitting her sore ass cheeks hard, and Angie keened through her next orgasm as the base of the dog cock dildo scraped against her clit, making her cunt flex around the silicone knot and making her ass tighten against the push of the second cock.

“God, yes,” Cara grunted, enjoying Angie’s noises and slamming into her ass even harder, trying to increase the friction of her clit against the ribs of the strap-on cock. “You’d be fucking gorgeous with a belly full, wouldn’t you? I’d love to see your pale legs spread wide to whelp a litter of puppies… see them all nurse at your pretty little tits…”

Cara came hard, her fingers biting into Angie’s wrists before letting go and grabbing at her hips to squeeze the flesh there, too. Angie moaned octaves higher at the scrape of Cara’s short fingernails over her cane marks and orgasmed again. Cara went limp on top of her in the middle of it with the dildo still buried all the way in Angie’s ass. Angie moved her hips, humping against the mattress to finish coming. She jerked as she did, and Cara reached under to squeeze her breasts, then kissed her back, over the dusting of freckles across her shoulder blades, and pulled the black dildo slowly out of Angie.

Angie made a noise of protest, missing being filled up. She lay still as Cara removed the strap-on from herself and pushed Angie’s legs open again to pull the dog cock dildo out of her. Angie’s cunt was still clenched around it and she groaned as Cara pulled hard to get it out, the knot bulging her outer cunt lips and making a wet sound when it exited her body.

Cara took the toys to the bathroom and put them in the bathtub for washing. She cleaned herself up and came back with a couple of cloths wet with hot water. She knelt on the bed beside Angie and turned her over, moving the stuffed rabbit out of the way a little and gently washed Angie’s face, then wiped over her breasts and down her body before throwing the first cloth back into the bathroom. She moved down and just as gently cleaned between Angie’s legs, washing her mound and between her pussy lips, then folded the cloth over and washed her bottom.

Angie giggled sleepily as Cara rolled her over again and put her under the sheets so that she could pull the soiled blanket off the bed. After dropping it and the second washcloth in the laundry room, Cara fanned another quilt over the bed and turned the light off, crawling in beside Angie and nudged her over onto her side so she could curl around her. Angie squirmed a little to find a position that didn’t make her caned thighs and bottom burn.

“Satisfied?” Cara chuckled, settling an arm snugly under Angie’s breasts.

“Mmm, yes, Ma’am,” she mumbled, half asleep. She reached back and upward. “I like your hair like this. I can get my fingers in it.” She smiled, enjoying the feeling of Cara’s hair, a few inches longer now than when they’d first met, between her fingers.

Cara moved Angie’s hand and kissed it before resting it against the pillow. Angie’s toes wiggled slowly as she went to sleep.

When Cara woke again and looked at the clock, it read 7:05AM. She closed her eyes against the light and she felt around the other side of the bed, but Angie wasn’t there. Just about the time she raised up, Angie wandered out of the bathroom, naked and rubbing her hair dry with a light blue towel.

“What are you doing?” Cara asked muzzily, still a bit asleep.

“I have to get to school.”

“Today?”

“Yep, our Easter break was all last week.”

“Aww… I thought I’d have you to myself all day long.” Cara stuck out her bottom lip

Angie crawled onto Cara’s side of the bed and straddled her over the quilt. “I’m sorry,” she said, leaning down to kiss Cara and nuzzle her neck.

“I’ll drive you,” Cara smiled and rolled Angie off her, getting up.

“I can just get a taxi, if you wanna stay in bed.”

“Like I’d let you catch a cab to school. Come on, get dressed, you don’t want to be late.”

Angie put her backpack on the bed and pulled out a wrinkled little blue uniform tee shirt and plaid skirt, putting them in the dryer to un-wrinkle before going back to dig panties from the bottom of her bag and locating her bra. She had her uniform on when Cara came out of the bathroom, dressed.

Cara raised an eyebrow. “Wearing a skirt today? That’s brave, after last night.”

“I’ll just have to be careful and not forget and roll it up. Or bend over. Or get in any wind.”

“Mmhm. I bet those stung in the shower, didn’t they?” Cara nodded at the purpling welts spread over her front and backside.

“Oh, God, yes. It wasn’t so bad, until the hot water hit them. You didn’t hear me squeal?”

Cara laughed.

“It’s not that funny.” Angie narrowed her eyes, but couldn’t keep from smiling.

While Cara looked for the other half of a pair of shoes, Angie rifled through the restraint drawer of the dresser. She found a loose ankle cuff and held it up, “Can I have this?”

“Sure, of course. Why?” Cara asked.

Angie bounced back onto the bed and reached for the stuffed bunny again, setting it in front of her and buckling the cuff around its neck. She put it in her backpack and latched the flap shut.

Cara went through a diner’s drive-thru on the way and made Angie eat something for breakfast, ignoring her whine about being late.

“Now, see there? We aren’t late.” Cara told her as they pulled up to the drop-off pavilion.

“Just barely.” She leaned over and kissed Cara, being sure to make a smacking sound when she pulled away. “Thank you for…” she reached up reflexively to touch her new collar, “And for last night, too.”

“You know you’re welcome any time at all. That is why I gave you a key. Want me to pick you up, too?”

“Nah, I may as well go home.”

“Mmkay. I’ll call you, make sure you’re okay and everything.”

“Okay,” Angie smiled, more than content at Cara’s small show of protectiveness. She got out and closed the door, and turned to see Karen waiting for her near the entrance, one foot tapping impatiently.

“Did they call?” Angie asked as she walked inside with Karen.

“Your mom called. I put my hand over the phone and talked to myself where she could hear and told her you were going to sleep and didn’t want to talk.”

“Did she buy it?”

“Yeah. So, was that the boyfriend you’ve been sneaking around with?” Karen prodded.

Angie blushed a little. “Sort of.”

“Do I ever get to meet him, since I’m the one sticking my neck out with the fake sleepovers?”

“Maybe one day…”




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