Phoenix Rising

by Anais Ninja

  My father didn’t bother to start out slowly. His thrusts were hard and deep from the first, and each stroke pressed my mons against Krystle’s pubic bone and ground our nipples together. As he leaned down to kiss me between my shoulders, his thighs began to slap my bottom and I nearly bit Krystle’s tongue. She broke off our kiss and held me tight as my father pounded my pussy, his wiry pubic hair brushing against my ass.

  Despite my father’s all-too-brief foreplay, I was wet down there, and my pussy made embarrassing squishing sounds as it engulfed and released his hard cock. I felt Krystle reaching down and squeezing my ass, pulling me closer to her as my father fucked me. I buried my face in her hair as I felt my pleasure rise with each thrust of my father’s cock.

  “Fuck her, Frank,” Krystle urged him. “Fuck that wet little cunt.” He stretched out on top of my back and kissed her, sandwiching me between their bodies, pressing my mound harder against her pubic bone. My father could only perform short, shallow strokes while he was flat against my back, and I pushed back with my hips, wanting to take him deeper. Suddenly he slipped out of me. I felt empty.

  “Put it back in,” I pleaded. “Put it in me.”

  “You like your daddy’s big cock, don’t you?” Krystle asked me. I nodded eagerly, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside me again. I felt my father reaching down between us, sliding his tool back into my hungry hole.

  “My little baby loves it,” my father said as he lifted himself back on to his hands and knees and resumed his hard, deep thrusts.

  “I love it...I love it, Daddy,” I said, breathlessly. My pleasure began to mount, and I held Krystle’s hips as I ground myself against her, rubbing my mound against hers as my father pumped my little cunny. My whole body tingled as I felt the seed of my climax begin to grow inside me, but it wasn’t until I felt my father’s thumb against my bottom, probing my tight hole, that I began to come, finding my release between my father and his mistress. I reached up and clung to Krystle’s breasts as I came, trying to muffle my ecstatic screams with the pillow, humping my hips back against my father’s hard cock. He kept pounding my spasming snatch, even after I clenched myself around his veiny shaft, trying to make him come for me. This triggered a second, more intense orgasm, and I began to lose control, unable to move my limbs, let alone the muscles in my pussy.

  “Come for me, Daddy,” I urged him. These words had no effect.

  “She’s a little wildcat, Frank,” Krystle said. “You’re going to wear her out.”

  “Not a chance of that,” he replied. I felt like a rag doll, limp, spent, with only Krystle’s body keeping me from melting into the bed like a snowman on a sunny day. She ran her arms over my back and bottom, kissing my cheek, nibbling my earlobe. Suddenly I felt his cock slip out of me, and he removed the tip of his thumb from my bottom. I felt empty again.

  “Spread her cheeks for me, Krys,” he said.

  “Don’t hurt her, Frank,” she said. “She’s just a little girl.”

  “She can take it,” he replied. I felt his breath on my crack and suddenly he was tonguing my bottom, probing my nether hole, moistening me for what was to come. I looked back over my shoulder and saw his face buried between my legs as he licked my tight little ass. Then he got back on his knees, his cock hard and red, still glistening with my juices, pressing the tip against my bottom. Despite my nectar on his shaft and the licking he’d done, I was still too dry, and I felt a burning pain as he tried to force himself inside my ass.

  “Daddy, no,” I pleaded. “You’re too big.”

  “Relax, baby,” he said. I tried, taking a deep breath and letting it out.

  “She’s too dry, Frank,” Krystle said. “Get me my purse. I’ve got some lotion in there.” My father got up from between my legs and fetched her pocketbook. She rummaged around in it and pulled out a tube of hand lotion, not the best lubricant, but adequate for this purpose. She squeezed some out on my father’s penis and spread it over his shaft with her long, manicured fingers, squirting some more on his purplish glans.

  He took his place again between my legs and pressed his cock inside me. It slipped off a couple of times, but then he found the right angle and popped the tip past the tight ring of muscle in my bottom. I took another deep breath and tried to relax myself as his shaft slowly sunk inside me. I could feel every bump and vein. Krystle saw my pained expression and kissed me, caressing my head and shoulders as my father filled my bottom with his hard meat.

  It didn’t hurt so much, and it was over quickly, just as I was starting to like it. Each slow thrust pressed my clit against Krystle’s mound again, and I felt like I could have come once more, just from this delicious friction. But it only took a few strokes before my father began to come, filling my bottom with his hot seed. He stretched out on top of me and kissed my cheek, caressing my shoulders as his cock slipped out of me. Then, without a word, he got up and went into the bathroom, closing the door and turning on the shower. I let out a deep sigh.

  “Are you okay?” Krystle asked me, kissing my forehead.

  “Yes,” I replied, rolling over and laying next to her. She sat up and fluffed out her hair with her fingers.

  “Let me see you,” she said. “Turn over.” I rolled on to my stomach and felt her caress my bottom, gently spreading my cheeks to look at my well-used bottom. “Does it hurt?”

  “Not really,” I said. I’d taken bigger men back there, like Ramon, but we’d always used lots of lubricant, something thicker and slicker than hand lotion. She leaned down and kissed my cheeks, and suddenly I felt her tongue probing between them, licking my asshole, scooping my father’s cum into her mouth. I wanted her to stop, to tell her that this was my cum, that she couldn’t have any, but I was too exhausted, too spent. Besides, it felt pretty good.

  “Feel better?” Krystle asked, having finished cleaning my messy bottom.

  “Mmmm...,” I murmured. She stretched out next to me and ran her long fingernails up my back, sending a delightful shiver up my spine.

  “You’re not going to tell anyone about your father and I, are you?”

  “No, ma’am.”

  “Call me Krys, baby.” I turned my head and we kissed again, tasting semen and hand lotion and who knows what else on her tongue. As she caressed my back and bottom, I heard the shower shut off, and a couple of minutes later my father emerged from the foggy bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He began to gather his clothes and get dressed.

  “You got meetings this afternoon?” he asked Krystle. She looked at the thin gold watch on her wrist.

  “Just a four o’clock with the mortgage people,” she said. “Enough time to take a shower, I think.”

  “Better make it quick,” my father said, slipping his boxers up his thighs.

  “C’mon, Annie,” Krystle said, lighting a cigarette. “Let’s get wet.”

  By this time my strength had returned, and I followed her into the steamy bathroom. She closed the door behind us and threw her cigarette into the toilet, putting down the lid and sitting. As she emptied her bladder, I looked around the bathroom. This was the only part of the house that looked as if someone had been living here, with towels, toothpaste, mouthwash, soap, and shampoo. I wondered if this was for the benefit of prospective buyers or whether Krystle and my father had bought these things for their clandestine little love nest.

  I twisted the shower’s single faucet, trying to find the right temperature. Krystle had finished pissing, and I felt my own urgency begin to build. She just sat there, though, not even getting up to wipe herself off.

  “Gotta pee, baby?” she asked.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I said, pressing my thighs together. If she didn’t get up soon, I’d piss in the sink.

  “Come here,” she said, patting her thigh. “Spread your legs and sit down.” I walked over to her and straddled her lap. She ran her hands up my bottom, over my back, and around to my breasts, which she gently cupped and fondled. “Let go for me, Annie,” she urged. I closed m
y eyes and tried to relax my bladder, but I couldn’t.

  “Pee for me, Annie,” Krystle whispered. She pulled my bottom closer and leaned her head down, taking one of my nipples in her mouth and suckling it. I took a deep breath and started to pee, though more of my urine flowed over her mons than hit the water in the toilet. She gasped as the warm liquid began to flow over her sex. “That’s right, baby,” she cooed, releasing my nipple from her lips and squeezing my bottom. It felt good to empty my bladder, and I let out a deep sigh.

  “You like watersports, Annie?” she asked me.

  “Not really,” I replied. There had been that one time with Margaret, Shelly’s daughter, during that weekend they came up to Maine to stay with Julia. It felt naughty, sexy, when I peed on her in the bathtub and then she returned the favor, but that had been the only time I’d done something like that, unless you count Mr. Antonelli, who lost control of his bladder when his heart failed in the middle of our coupling. It just seemed too messy.

  “My husband loves it,” Krystle said. “I didn’t, at least at first.” Though I’d finished peeing, she held me on her lap as the bathroom began to fill with steam from the shower.

  “He doesn’t know about you and my father?”

  “No, he doesn’t,” she said. “He’d rather I pick up some stranger in a bar than sleep with someone he knows. He and Frank used to sell cars for the same dealer.”

  “So he doesn’t mind...?”

  “We’re both allowed to have our little ‘flings’,” Krystle said. “And we’re always looking for someone to play with. But falling in love is out of the question.”

  “You don’t love my father?” Krystle looked thoughtful for a moment and then smiled.

  “I love the way his cock feels inside me but no, I’m not in love with him,” she said. “It’s just great sex. You understand, right?”

  “I guess,” I said. I got up from her lap and we stepped into the shower, lathering each other with the bar of soap. I ran my slick fingers over her breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen and crinkle.

  “Would you like titties like mine, Annie?” Krystle said.

  “Are they real?” I asked, immediately regretting the question. “I’m sorry,” I said, sheepishly.

  “It’s alright, baby,” she said. “Nature needed a little help.” She lifted one of her breasts and showed me the faint scar beneath.

  “I like my breasts,” I said. I really did; I’d started to outgrow my A- cup bras and I hoped that I wouldn’t get much bigger than a B-cup, like my mother.

  “Good for you, Annie,” Krystle said. “Turn around and let me do your back.” I pulled my hair out of the way as she soaped up my back and bottom, gently probing between my cheeks where my father’s cream was still oozing forth.

  “I’d love to have you over for dinner some time,” she said, pressing her body against mine. “I’m sure Steve would love to meet you, too.”

  “He’s your husband?”

  “Yes,” she said, rubbing her slippery skin against mine. She cupped my breast with one hand and caressed my belly with the other, moving lower, dipping between my legs, grazing my cleft with a fingertip. “I’d love to watch him take you,” she whispered. “He’s a handsome man like your Daddy. Would you like that?” I shuddered as she found my clit.

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Yes. I’d like that.” I wondered why she was with my father if she had a handsome man of her own.

  “Well maybe your father will let you come over later this week,” Krystle said. “We’ve got a home in Paradiso, too. Just a few blocks away.” She punctuated her words by swirling her fingertip over my pearl, making me shudder in her arms. I wanted to stay in the shower, to feel her make me come again, but the hot water must have been running low and the shower began to turn tepid and then cold. We rinsed off quickly and shut off the water.

  My father was sitting on the bed, already dressed, smoking one of Krystle’s cigarettes when we emerged from the steamy bathroom. He smiled and said nothing, just taking a drag as he imagined what we had been doing. I gathered my clothes from the bed and the floor and got dressed, sitting down on the bed and watching Krystle hunt for her pantyhose, which was apparently hiding under the bed. She managed to get dressed pretty quickly, spending more time arranging her hair.

  “Let’s go,” she said, dropping her hairbrush in her pocketbook. My father finished the cigarette and stubbed it out, walking into the bathroom and emptying the ashtray in the toilet and flushing before we left. We headed back to the car and left the development, heading back downtown to their office. Krystle gave my father’s hand a quick squeeze and got out of the car. I climbed over the back of the seat and took her place in front. My father put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb.

  “She wants to have me over for dinner,” I said to him as we headed back home.

  “Really?” he said. “Just the two of you?”

  “No. With Steve.”

  “No shit,” he said. “Good ol’ Steve.”

  “Is that okay, Daddy?”

  “Do you want to do that, kitten?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I said. He reached for my hand and squeezed it.

  “Krys was right, baby,” he said. “You’re a little wildcat.”

  “I’m your daughter, Daddy,” I said, making him laugh.

  “I guess you are,” he replied. “I guess you are.” We drove the rest of the way in silence until we pulled into the driveway.

  “Would you like to go camping this weekend?” he asked me as he pulled the key from the ignition. “Just you and me, up in the high country.”

  “I’m leaving Sunday, Daddy,” I said.

  “I can take off work on Friday,” he said. “We’ll take Mia’s old Jeep. I’ve got all the gear. How about it, kitten?”

  “I’d like that, Daddy.” I’d never gone camping before, and it sounded like fun, just me and my father, all alone. We left the car and went inside. Mia greeted us at the door and gave my father a hug.

  “Your hair’s wet,” she said. “Did you just take a shower?”

  “We left the office early and I took Annie to the health club for a swim,” he said, heading to the bar and pouring himself a glass of scotch.

  “Wonderful,” Mia said. “Did you like the place, Anne?”

  “Yes,” I said, embroidering my father’s lie. “It was nice.”

  “Good,” she said. “I hope you’ve worked up an appetite. Dinner should be ready within the hour.” I thanked her and headed down the hallway to Dana’s room. Her school books were on the bed, but she wasn’t there. I walked through the bathroom to David’s room. The door was open and his bedroom was empty as well, so I headed back to the kitchen.

  “Where are the kids?” I asked Mia. She was pulling a pot roast from the oven, tasting the sauce, adding a bit of salt from an aluminum shaker.

  “They’re playing in the back yard with Schultzie,” she said.

  “Oh, thanks,” I said. I walked through the sliding doors that led out to the patio, looking for them. I scoured the whole back yard, walking over the boundary that separated the property from the golf course’s fifth hole, starting to get worried about David and Dana. Then I heard a rustling, a dry sound coming from within a stand of stunted pine trees. I ducked under the bristly boughs and saw them, Dana, David, and the dog.

  She was on her hands and knees, using her brother’s jacket to protect her tender skin from the bed of dried pine needles beneath her. David knelt by her head, his hips rocking back and forth as his cock slid over her lips. The dog was behind her, his furry belly resting on her back while David held his forepaws. Dana’s dress was hiked up around her waist, her panties were pulled down around her thighs, and I could see Schultzie’s big red cock pistoning in and out between her legs. I moved closer, not sure if he was fucking her or not, and in the process I stepped on a twig.

  “Annie!” David said, surprised so see me. Dana’s tilted her head slightly, but she kept sucking her brother’s penis. Eve
n the dog looked over, his long tongue hanging limply from his jaw. I noticed that his cock wasn’t actually in Dana’s little babycunt, just gliding back and forth between Dana’s creamy thighs. Every so often the dog would try to poke her labia, eager to feel the warm caress of her cunny, but his cock would just slide over the crack of her ass before returning to the gap between her thighs.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” I said. “Dana, are you okay?” She nodded, still feasting on David’s hard meat.

  “It was her idea, Annie,” he said. Just then Schultzie let out a low whine and began to come all over Dana’s bottom and thighs, a torrent of thin, acrid smelling dog semen. Dana pushed back against his long red penis, a look of lust and desire in her eyes. Schultzie’s gusher of jizz slowed to a trickle and he dismounted her, curling up beneath a pine tree and licking his crimson tool. Dana’s ass and legs were soaked with his seed, and her panties were sopping wet.

  “Unbelievable,” I said, even though watching this had made my pussy start to tingle with need.

  “Ready, Dana?” David said. She nodded. “You promised to swallow it this time, right?” Dana nodded again. “Here...here it comes...” He pushed his hips forward, burying his tan cock in his sister’s little mouth, and then he came. I could see Dana’s throat moving as she swallowed his meager offering, even though she was wrinkling her nose in disgust. She took everything he had to offer, and she even milked the last drops from his cock with her lips. Just like her big sister liked to do. David pulled his penis from her mouth; it glistened in the sunlight that filtered through the pine trees. I felt a compulsion to clean him off with my tongue, but instead I went over to Dana, who was still on her hands and knees, catching her breath. David pulled up his jeans and sat down next to us.

  “You okay, baby?” I asked her.