by Anais Ninja
“Yeah,” she said, sitting down on the jacket that served as a temporary bed. “That was fun.”
“You’re a mess,” I said. She was covered from the waist down in dog semen, and it soaked into the lining of the jacket on which she sat.
“Will you clean me off?” she asked.
“I’ll try,” I said. “Here, take off your panties.” Dana let me pull them down off her legs. I thought I might be able to use them to wipe the dog cum from her skin but they were too wet. Instead, I turned the sleeves of the jacket inside out and used the fleece lining to clean her creamy skin. While I did this, Dana had her hand between her legs, rubbing her puffy red lips, trying to find her little button. She shuddered when she found the right spot, and as I wiped the last of Schultzie’s semen from her skinny legs, I felt her start to tremble as she rubbed herself to completion. She let go of her cunny and leaned back on the jacket, propping herself up with her elbows. Just as I felt compelled to clean off David’s penis, I had the urge to dive between her legs and lick her to another climax, but the strangeness of the situation held me back.
“Where did you get the idea to do this?” I asked her.
“One of David’s magazines,” she said.
“I got some porno,” he said sheepishly. “My buddy Gary found them in his garage, in his father’s toolbox. Me and Dana were looking through some of them today.” David reached into the pocket of the jacket and produced a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, pulling a thin joint from the pack and lighting it. He took a hit and offered it to Dana, who shook her head. I took the joint from him and took a big drag. We passed it back and forth until it was just a stub.
“Are you going to tell on me?” Dana asked. I laid down next to her, trying to avoid the wet spot on the jacket’s lining.
“No, Dana,” I said, “but I want to tell you something.” David moved closer, straining to hear what I was about to say.
“I’ve licked my best friend’s pussy when I was ten, fucked both of my stepbrothers when I was eleven, climbed into bed with my stepfather when I was only twelve, and fell in love with a woman nearly forty years older than me. I’ve taken on two, even three men at once, letting them fill every hole in my body except for my nostrils. I let two dozen men use me for their pleasure at a party and then I drank a bowlful of their cum. I’ve slept with priests, a nun, a district attorney, my elderly landlord, even a shemale. I’ve posed for dirty pictures, and made a porn movie when I was just fourteen. I’ve sold myself on the street, sucking as many as a dozen men in one day. One man paid me hundreds of dollars to pretend that I was his daughter and, yes, I’ve slept with my father and I’ve made love to Mia.”
I paused for a moment to let my words sink in.
“But I’ve never, ever let a dog fuck me.”
Dana looked as if she was about to cry. I put my arm around her and held her as the shamefulness of what she’d done began to register.
“I’m sorry, Annie,” she said.
“Yeah, me too,” David added. “I shouldn’t have let her do this.”
“Sweetie, it’s okay,” I cooed. “We’re our father’s daughters.”
“What do you mean?” David asked.
“I mean he’s the sort of man who will nail anything that moves,” I said. David was old enough to notice how my father flirted with waitresses, co-workers, anyone in a skirt, and he nodded. I had no doubt that they’d visited my father’s office and probably knew Krystle, my father’s mistress. I wondered if they’d had to wait in the car like I had while my father took her to bed.
“Daddy sometimes comes into my room at night,” Dana said. “He thinks I’m asleep, but I can see him.”
“I know, baby,” I said. “He used to touch me when I was little, when he’d give me a bath, and he tried to get me to touch him, too. I guess I was too young to understand at the time.”
“Did he ever do anything to you?” Dana asked her brother. He shook his head vigorously and reached for his pack of cigarettes, lighting one.
“Tell us, Davy,” I said. “We’re family, remember?”
“Okay,” he said, taking a deep drag and tilting his head back, blowing the smoke upwards, into the trees. It swirled around, catching the shafts of light that filtered through the pine needles.
“It was right before our mother left us,” David said. “Daddy brought me into the bedroom. Mommy was there, lying on the bed. She didn’t have any clothes on. He took off his bathrobe and made me sit on the bed while she sucked him. Then he told me to take my clothes off and watch while they fucked.”
“Wow,” I said, reaching across Dana’s hips and taking his hand. “Go on.”
“Mom was fucked up on something, pills maybe,” he continued. “When they were done he wanted me to fuck her, too. He said it would make a man out of me.”
“Did you?” Dana asked.
“Mom didn’t like the idea,” he said. “But he made her play with me anyway. Then I ran out of the bedroom and hid in the basement. I could hear them fighting, yelling at each other. I was really scared.”
I squeezed his hand. David stubbed out his cigarette in the dirt and pulled another joint from the pack. The three of us just lay together quietly in our hiding place while he and I got stoned. Afterwards, we brushed the dirt and pine needles from our clothes and sneaked back into the house. My father was in his office and Mia was busy in the kitchen.
“Show me those magazines,” I said to David. The three of us went into his bedroom and he pulled them from beneath his mattress. They were pretty raunchy, filled with photo spreads of women taking two and three men at once, faces and breasts covered with cum, spurting cocks, oozing pussies. Another magazine was devoted to bondage, men and women wearing all sorts of leather restraints, tied and strapped to grotesque contraptions, gagged, blindfolded, whipped. In one photo series a very pregnant woman with enormous breasts was trussed to a bench while a Great Dane mounted her, filling her cunt with his enormous red dogcock. She was blindfolded, and it was hard to tell whether her expression was one of pain or one of ecstasy.
“This is what you wanted to do?” I asked Dana. She nodded. “It looks like it hurts, baby,” I said.
“It felt good when Schultzie was rubbing on me,” she said. I looked at the photos again; the dog’s cock was huge, swelling at the base, filling the woman’s sex. The last shot was one of her well-used snatch, filled to the brim with the dog’s semen.
“You did something like this?” David asked me, holding up a photo of a woman with three men’s cocks stuffed inside her, mouth, pussy, and ass.
“Yeah,” I said, remembering the times I’d taken my stepfather and stepbrothers, Ramon’s fat prick in my cunny, Del’s hard meat in my mouth, Paco’s slender dick in my bottom. I shifted on the bed, feeling an ache between my legs, not at all unpleasant despite the lingering soreness I felt from having my father pound my tender holes.
“What did it feel like?” Dana asked me.
“It was wonderful,” I said. I couldn’t lie. I loved it. I loved the feeling of pleasure, of pleasing the three cocks that sawed in and out of me, of being filled with their cream, the exhaustion afterwards, their hands on me, caressing me, loving me.
“Damn,” David said. He uncrossed his legs, and I could tell the thought of me taking three men at once was making him horny. I was pretty horny, too, not just from remembering the things I’d done with Ramon and the boys, but also from seeing Dana sucking her brother while the dog humped her little bottom.
“Quick,” I said. “Before Mia calls us for dinner.” I climbed off the bed and knelt on the floor next to it. “Get behind me, Davy. Dana? Scoot over here, okay?” While David climbed off of the bed and kneeled behind me, Dana moved to the edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle over the side. I lifted the hem of her dress and parted her thighs, exposing her little cunny, her lips red from rubbing. I felt David lifting the back of my dress and pulling down my panties. There was the sound of a zipper and then I felt the tip of his
cock, just barely touching my cleft.
I was wet and he entered me easily, and as he began to thrust I leaned into Dana’s crotch and kissed her sex, probing her puffy lips with my tongue. She sighed and laid back on the bed, letting me ravish her little pussy as David slowly pumped my hungry hole. I thought about the dog again. He was licking himself and then he stopped and sniffed the air, catching the unmistakable scent of sex. Part of me wanted to actually see him mount Dana’s slender body, pressing his crimson tool inside her, filling her with his canine cream. And part of me wanted to know what it felt like, his red rod poking my sex, his furry belly sliding over my back as he humped me. David was thrusting harder now, and I imagined that it was Schultzie instead, licking my face with his long pink tongue as he made me his bitch,
Dana must have been as horny as I was, moving her hips back and forth as I licked her hairless babycunt. I attacked her little button with my tongue, making her squirm on the bed, her thighs quivering and tensing in my hands. David held me by the hips as he fucked me, his legs slapping against my ass with every stroke. I felt my pleasure begin to rise, the delicious friction of his beautiful cock inside my slit stoking the smoldering fire in my belly. I pushed my hips back with every thrust, wanting to take him deeper, wanting him to fuck me hard, like my father had done that day in the model home.
Dana was coming now, pinning my head between her trembling thighs, a series of soft gasps and cries escaping her lips. Suddenly, she relaxed, backing away from my probing tongue. She scooted around on the bed so she was facing me, pressing her lips against mine, seeking out the taste of her own sex on my tongue. Then there was a knock on the door.
“Dinner’s ready soon,” Mia called out from behind the closed door.
“Coming!” David said, thrusting faster inside me, trying to find his release.
“Don’t forget to wash up first,” Mia said. I heard her footsteps recede down the hall.
“Coming...,” I gasped, to no one in particular. Dana was looking over my shoulder, watching her brother’s cock disappear between my ass cheeks, seeing how it glistened with my juices. I felt my climax approach and I buried my face in the blankets, trying to muffle my cries of pleasure. I looked over at the dog again. He was sitting on his haunches, watching us fuck, his penis long and red and wet. Once again I imagined that it was his cock pistoning in and out of my needy pussy instead of David’s, and I began to come convulsively. I clenched my muscles around his hardness, urging him to fill me with his boycum. David grunted, almost like a canine growl, and I felt him begin to twitch inside me. He gave one last deep thrust and began to spurt his seed in my pussy, grinding his tool against the upper part of my vagina, bringing me off again as he hit that special spot.
My knees felt weak, and I would have collapsed on the carpet if I hadn’t been leaning on the edge of the bed. David held me from behind, kissing my neck, his breath forming a cloud of warmth against my skin. I tightened my muscles around his softening penis, trying to milk the last few drops of his semen, but he slipped out of me. I caught my breath for a moment and then pulled my panties back up before standing up. My legs were wobbly, but David held me up, his soft cock still dangling from his open fly.
We heard Mia knocking on the door to my father’s office while we were washing our hands for dinner. I let Dana’s wet panties soak in the bathroom sink, and she pulled on a fresh pair from her dresser. Before we headed towards the dining room, we checked each other for stains, straightening out our clothes, hoping that we didn’t smell like we’d been fucking all afternoon. Fortunately, Mia had lit scented candles, and the smell of sandalwood masked any evidence of our tryst.
Dana, David, and I all had second helpings of Mia’s wonderful pot roast. Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was the sex; either way I was ravenously hungry. I insisted on clearing the table and doing the dishes, despite Mia’s objections. The kids helped me, too, and I could see that she was secretly pleased for this chance to relax and enjoy the rest of her glass of wine. She and my father sat together on the living room couch, his arm around her shoulder, whispering something in her ear and making her blush and giggle like a young girl. Then she stood up and led him by the hand back to their bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her.
We finished the dishes and headed back to David’s room to look at the magazines again. David stopped in front of the master bedroom and put his ear to the door.
“Shhh...listen,” he whispered. I could hear the sounds of lovemaking, sighs, moans, the squeak of a bed.
“We shouldn’t eavesdrop on them,” I said. “It’s not nice.”
“Fuck that,” David said. “I wanna watch them.”
“No, Davy,” I protested. “It’s not right.”
“Come on,” he said, taking me and Dana by the hand and leading us out to the back yard. There was a definite change in David’s demeanor, and the look in his eyes reminded me of my father’s lustful expression. While we laid under the pines, he’d spoke of how my father made him watch while he fucked Betsy, how uncomfortable that made him feel. Now he was willing to spy on my father and Mia while they made love.
There was a gap in the bushes outside the bedroom window. I could see just fine, but David had to stand on his toes and Dana had to step up on to an ornamental rock in order to see. We peeked under the window shade and saw my father and Mia in bed, illuminated by a single lamp next on the headboard.
They were laying on their sides, my father behind her, his cock slowly pumping in and out of her sex. He was caressing her belly, kissing her neck, nibbling on her earlobes. Mia reached back and stroked his cheek and then she reached down and began to rub her clit while his glistening shaft filled her pussy. She was moaning, but we couldn’t hear a sound on this side of the window. My father was fucking her slowly, deliberately, but you could tell that he wanted to pound her mercilessly, the way he’d fucked Krystle that afternoon, the way he’d taken me afterwards.
“Let’s go,” I said.
“I wanna see Mommy come,” Dana complained. As if on cue, Mia began to stiffen around my father’s pole, rubbing her clit, then stopping, then starting again, her thighs coming together and trapping my father’s hardness inside her. Then she relaxed and he pulled out, and after she rolled over on to her back he kneeled over her, stroking his shiny rod, quickly, frenetically. He closed his eyes and his cock erupted, spurting his hot seed all over Mia’s swollen breasts and belly. She looked happy, happier than I’d seen her over the last few days, and as they kissed she rubbed his semen into her skin as if it were an expensive moisturizer. My father got out of bed and left the room, returning with a towel, tenderly wiping the rest of his sperm from Mia’s skin.
“Show’s over,” David said. As my father and Mia laid together, nestled like spoons, we quietly left the window, trying not to make a sound.
“Fuck, that was hot,” David said.
“Yeah, it was,” I agreed.
“Mommy’s titties are so big now,” Dana said.
“That’s what happens when you get pregnant,” I told her. We walked back into the house, past the closed bedroom door, and went into David’s room. He pulled the magazines from his hiding place and sat on his bed, David on one side of me, Dana on the other, thumbing through the pages.
“Does that hurt?” Dana asked me, pointing to a picture of a woman kneeling on her hands and knees while a muscular man fucked her from behind, his huge greasy cock stuffed into her ass.
“A little, at first,” I said. “But if he’s gentle and uses a lot of lubricant it feels pretty good.”
“Can you come that way?” David asked.
“No, not really,” I replied. There was that one time with Mr. Sheffield, when I’d had my period, the night he took me out to dinner to celebrate my “birthday”, though it was actually his real daughter’s birthday. The pressure of his big tool inside my bottom pressed my tampon against the sensitive spot in my pussy, and I could have easily climaxed that way, if he hadn’t come so quickl
y.
“Then why do it that way?” Dana asked.
“Lots of reasons,” I explained. “Sometimes you have your period, or your pussy is too sore, or you just want to do it that way. A lot of guys like it. It’s tight, it’s warm, and it’s really, really naughty. You have to clean him off afterwards if you do anything else, otherwise you get an infection.”
“Yuk,” she said.
“Yeah, that’s something you won’t hear about in these magazines,” I said.
“You can’t get pregnant that way, can you?” David asked.
“No,” I replied. “Not unless it drips out into your pussy, but that would be a one-in-a-million thing.”
“Ewww,” Dana said.
“You said something earlier,” David asked. “About two dozen men or something.”
“That was a couple of summers ago, at a party,” I explained. “It was sort of a club, swingers, people who enjoy having sex with each other. This was an initiation of sorts, a way of welcoming me into the club.”
“What, they lined up to fuck you?” he asked.
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“You must have been sore. After, I mean,” Dana said.
“Well, I did a lot of coke and had a few drinks, but the next day I could hardly walk. It took painkillers and an ice pack before I could even get out of bed.”
“Did you come a lot?” Dana asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “It was great.”
David and Dana were quiet after that, trying to imagine a line of men waiting to pound my little pussy. I put the magazine aside and picked up another one, the one with the bondage pictures. There was a picture of a woman on the cover, tied to a big wooden device that was the shape of an “X”, her arms and legs bound to each arm of the cross. She wore a leather hood, a red ball gag, a tight vinyl corset, fishnet stockings, and nothing else.
“I don’t get this,” David said. “Why are they hurting each other?”
“It’s hard to explain,” I replied, “and it’s not always about pain. Sure, some people find it pleasurable, but it’s really about control.”
