Trixie came by the love for her own dog honestly enough. It was a quirk she got from her father. As a boy, his family had in an old, ramshackle cabin on a farm on which his father worked as a utility hand. The best part of it was the patch of woods near their house where he and Fifi spent a few hours each day, until he grew old enough to find off the farm work and moved out. He grew up and married, keeping his old dog with which, until Trixie was six years old, her father had carried on a secret sexual affair, a relationship that Trixie picked up on subconsciously.

The owners of the farm had several dogs along with a number of show-dogs, including a female Great Dane they called Jezebel and the Collie named Beauregard. The result of their accidental union was a litter of five pups that the owners had neutered or spayed when they were old enough - all but the one they overlooked. The pups had been given away to their hands and friends since they were worthless as cash property. Cal had received Fifi as a gift when she was eight months old and had never had her spayed. Always ready for an outdoor romp, she followed wherever he led.

As Cal headed off to work, after soothing Trixie with her first menstrual period, he remembered his beautiful, shaggy-haired little lady, remembering his first time with her. He'd been thirteen and had found how nice his hand felt caressing his stiff little pecker.

. . . They'd been skinny dippng in the stock-pond behind the house. It was summer, he was out of school and would be starting high school the following September. The combination of the cold water shrinking him up and the warm sun loosening him up was all it took for him to raise a good hard-on. Fifi, as is a dog's nature, caught the delicious aroma of his pre-cum, climbed out of the pond, shook herself off several times and inquisitively came up to investigate the powerfully arousing odor. On noiseless pads, she walked up to him and snuffled noisily. Cal ignored her until she couldn't help herself and licked the pre-cum off his dick-head. Cal gasped in surprise and let go of himself, slapping his hands on the ground to keep from falling over. Fifi's tongue felt so good that he didn't stop her. With Cal's hands out of the way, she sucked him into her mouth, dropping to her belly and licking and suckling on it as if she was a puppy on her mother's nipple.

The young Cal gasped and pushed up, grabbing Fifi's soft, silky fur around the neck as she tried to suck his balls with his stiff prick into her surprisingly gentle mouth. He cried out his delight as her powerful jaws opened wider, sucking him farther down her throat and pressing her strong upper canines on his belly, her lower ones digging into crack of his ass, pressing against his throbbing anus. It didn't take him long. Within a few seconds, the effect of her gulping throat as she tried to swallow him, brought him to a crashing orgasm. He shivered as if he were still in the cold water, then shuddered as Fifi let his prick slip partway out of her mouth, licking the spurting cream off his cock and balls. When Cal's head stopped spinning, he pushed Fifi back and told her to sit. She readily obeyed, her tail thumping fast as she licked her chops and stared at his wonderful prick longingly, dancing with her forelegs. She wanted more of the delicious stuff she'd just had.

Cal pulled her up beside him and tousled her furry head. She slapped her tail on the hard ground, looked up adoringly at him and lowered her head, taking another couple of experimental licks of his crotch. Cal spread his legs a little wider and let her lick his balls and up the length of his soft prick, then standing up, he dashed into the water, Fifi close behind, and dove in. They rough-housed for a few minutes, then he settled down on the shallow slope as Fifi took a few laps of the water and settled down beside him. He grabbed her tail and pulled her around by it, he was curious and wanted to have a look, wanted to see if what he was thinking was possible. Fifi whined a little as he lifted her haunches up by her tail, but she didn't fight him. He was her master, the hand that fed her and she would give her life for him if he asked it, so she only whined in complaint.

He rubbed his hand over her asshole and noted that it kind of looked like all the other assholes he'd seen, but just below that was an interesting looking slash. He'd seen pictures of women's pussies in magazines, in fact, he had a few hidden away. He pushed a finger in. It was a little slick. As he ran his finger in and out of it, his prick began rising. He'd heard his friends call some girls "bitches" and he'd heard his father refer to female dogs as "bitches," but he'd never connected the two until now. He guessed that it was because they all had these. He suddenly got an idea.

He quickly stood up and grabbed Fifi by the collar, leading her under the shade of a nearby oak tree. She whuffled and snorted, thinking this was a new game as Cal knelt behind her and peered under her tail, examining her vaginal opening. He sank a couple of fingers into it. Fifi, whined and backed up into his hand, planting her back legs firmly, instinctively pushing back and waiting for his weight on her back and his fore-paws gripping her hips. Without thinking further, Cal arose to his knees and guided his prick with his fingers into Fifi's welcoming vagina. Fifi gave an almost human moan as she felt his other hand pulling her hips back and Cal's hard cock sinking into her moistly humid doggy depths.

Cal sighed and brought his other hand to Fifi's other hip and pulled her to him. She whimpered again, raising her muzzle up and yelping with doggy lust into the sky. Cal groaned pleasurably, she felt so good, so hot. Fifi had never known another dog's cock and her master's heavy prick was so thick inside her, yet her cunt happily yielded to his sexual intrusion. Fifi's vagina, like most dogs, angled upward and felt comfortable enough to Cal as he plunged in and out of her, thrusting hard. Fifi held her ground, her instincts were to stand still until the male had finished and pulled out. Cal rammed hard and heavy into her, her pussy clasping tightly, sealing itself around his heavy knob. She again yowled gently as he continued ramming into her.

"Oh, jeez," Cal gasped, "oh, Fifi!"

A short few minutes of his slamming prick were all he could take and he fired his hot cum deep into her grasping, milking cunt. As he shuddered and blasted his first load into her, Fifi, yipped softly, tossing her head up then lowered it and pushed back into him, feeling his warm cum filling her. Cal humped into her again, sending another blast up her flexing doggy pussy. Fifi was yipping and yowling, backing up hard against his driving hips, sucking his prick deeper and deeper into her canine pussy.

"Oh! Oh! Oh . . . FUCK!" Cal cried out.

He held her hips tightly his spurting prick buried as far in her as he could get it. Fifi's ears stood straight up as she tossed her head again. It hurt her a little, the average doggy cock wasn't as big as this young teen's was and, although her cunt tightened and loosened, it still stretched her a little. Cal couldn't seem to stop cumming. Fifi's cunt was just too good. It was so tight and it sucked on his prick so wonderfully. His head spun as he kept cumming. He finally fell off to the side, his prick still buried in Fifi as he pulled her with him. Fifi half-rolled and pawed wildly, finally settling back on him, his prick still firmly held in the depths of her vagina.

"Oh-h-h, shit!" Cal whispered quietly, letting go of Fifi's rump.

Fifi lay there for a few moments, whuffling softly, then pulled herself off him with an audible pop, shook herself and spun around, nuzzled his cum-wet cock and began licking him clean. He tasted good to her. She discovered that she loved the taste of his semen and, smelling herself on him, she was pleased with him. He was her master and he'd shown how much he loved her, so she licked and cleaned him until he sat up. Licking her chops she stared adoringly into his eyes, wagging her tail so hard that her butt swung with it.

"Yeah, you're my puppy," Cal crooned hugging her tightly to him as she licked his face and lips with a slobbery tongue, "let's go home and get some supper, huh, girl?"

He quickly dressed and they went home. The woods by the stock-pond became the favorite place for him and Fifi to get together. She soon learned that "let's go for a walk," meant that they were going for a little boy and girl-dog sex and she'd bounce around like a puppy in her eagerness. Fifi loved how her master held her hips as he planted his seed deep in her doggy vagina.

Cal preferred to lay on top and Fifi quickly learned to lie on her back for him. He'd hold her and croon soft love words that she only understood as sweet sounds and she responded to them, wanting to please him as much as she could. Sometimes he'd lie on his back and she'd squat over him, pulling her tail aside as he pulled her down onto his stiff prick. As he grew older and bigger, Fifi grew to delight in his larger size as he pounded into her. She'd lie on her back under him, whining and giving an occasional pleased yowling yodel.

They went for frequent walks and Cal fucked his Fifi in the woods through the summer and on into the fall. A few times during the winter, when the cold was too unbearable, he'd wait until late at night when everybody was asleep and call Fifi to his bed. As he got more and more confident, he began using his bed regularly. Fifi was a lot more comfortable in it and, in her doggy brain, she was happy, although, she was just as happy on the pine needles or the deep snow. She had her master and she was pleasing him. Cal's parents never caught on to his and Fifi's inter-species sexual trysts and let his dog sleep with him in his room.

Cal got a job long before he graduated from high school and with his money, he not only dated a few girls, but also bought his favorite girl some pretty ribbons and a rhinestone collar. He thought she looked rather spectacular in it. In his senior year, he started a half-day schedule with the local technical college and learned auto mechanics and welding. He graduated both high school and tech school at the same time and found a good-paying job in a nearby community. His parents were a little sad when he moved out, although they were secretly glad that their little boy, their one and only child, had finally found his wings and flown. Cal soon married a young woman from that community and, not quite nine months later, they had Patrice Leigh.

Fifi was getting older, but her muzzle wasn't gray yet. She was almost eleven years old and still loved to go for rides with her master. He'd take his .22 rifle and tell his wife that they were going to do a little varmint shooting. They'd find a secluded spot in the woods and roll around for a little while before going home. As Fifi got older, her vagina got looser and Cal would take some tissues and clean off his oozing cum from her cunt before going home.

Another few years and Trixie - since she'd pronounced her full name as a toddler as Trixie - was about four when she happened on her Daddy and Fifi enjoying themselves. Her mother was gone for some reason or another and her Daddy and Fifi were in his bed. Neither of them realized that Trixie was watching. She vividly remembered her Daddy crooning love words to Fifi as he fucked his big prick steadily in and out of her doggy cunt. Trixie didn't know exactly what they were doing, but it made an enormous impression on her young mind and she soon made a point of sneaking up to watch them whenever her mother was out or doing something time-consuming. Back then, she saw Fifi having sex with her Daddy many times. The young Trixie saw Fifi licking and sucking her Daddy off, his white creamy juice drooling from the sides of her powerful jaws, saw her Daddy fucking Fifi from behind, saw her Daddy lying on his back and Fifi sitting like a queen on his fat prick as he drove it in and out of her. Usually she saw her Daddy with Fifi under him, her fore-paws resting on his shoulders and her hind legs splayed wide and kicking occasionally. At those times she wondered how it must feel. In a few years, school drove those memories into a hidden part of her mind and she seemingly forgot about Daddy and Fifi.

The young Trixie's father had always taken care of Fifi better than he'd taken care of his human family. He'd take her for regular visits to the vet - he'd have taken her to a regular doctor if he'd found one willing to treat her. When Fifi was 14 - and Trixie was 5 - Fifi was diagnosed with a form of virulent canine cancer and just after Trixie's 6th birthday, she passed on. She was 15 then, pretty old for a dog so she really hadn't had many more years left. Her Daddy mourned the passing of his lover and never really got over her. He didn't get another dog until after Trixie's incident with Butchy, and got her a male Mastiff for her protection. They were huge dogs, but very loyal and gentle, getting ferociously protective of their owners. When he'd gotten Bronson, he'd hoped - in the depths of his soul - that the dog would make her as happy as Fifi had made him. He never really said it and never admitted it to himself, but when he noticed the change in her attitude to Bronson, he was happy, still not admitting to himself what he knew deep inside himself. Still, he missed his canine mistress and he poured all the love and he'd held for her into his own family.

Trixie's mother was very pleased with the additional attention Cal showered on her with the absence of Fifi. The dog was no longer there to compete with her for his sexual attentions, although she'd never realized it. Cal found it hard to make love to her, however. She was in no way like his furry mistress and much more demanding. He missed the feel of her furry hide in his hands, missed her slobbery tongue cleaning him off afterwards. It was something his wife wouldn't do for him. She'd adamantly stated that sucking his prick was nasty and she refused to even consider the subject. When she died in a car accident several years later, he was more relieved than hurt over it. He buried her and lavished his love on Trixie, watching as she bonded with Bronson and got ever deeper into the life of a girl with her dog lover. As he watched her grow, he slowly transferred the love he'd had for Fifi to Trixie.

On Trixie's 16th birthday, Cal took the weekend off. It was a Friday anyway. He bought a birthday cake for her and presented her with a rhinestone collar very similar to a collar he'd once bought for Fifi. At the same time, he also got Bronson a wide leather collar and Trixie loved them both. The next morning, he came into her room, surprising her. She and Bronson were just about finished with a wonderful round of sex when he pushed the door open gently. She didn't notice him at first, although Bronson, more aware than humans, turned his head, without pausing, to watch him watching them. He was sprawled on Trixie's back, his doggy prick still firmly planted deep in Trixie's pussy as he wagged his tail uncertainly. Trixie had her eyes closed, feeling pleasantly relaxed, her young cunt full of Bronson's doggy cum.

Cal wasn't surprised. He'd cut a spyhole in her wall just a few months before and had take to sleeping in the adjacent guest room to watch the two coupling. He'd watched her sucking the dog off when she was on the rag, watched her push him on his back and fuck herself on his doggy prick, watched her lie on her back as he fucked her, watched her on all fours taking Bronson's prick in her pussy and up her ass. He jacked off furiously each and every time he watched. Very recently, he'd set up a pin-hole camera and had begun recording their activities for his later gratification. Each time he'd watched them screwing, he felt that Bronson was screwing his bitch and with each meeting they had, he went a little further out of his mind. It had finally culminated with him taking this action.

Today was Friday. He'd told his boss that he was taking Saturday off. He wanted to claim his bitch, furry or not. Tonight he was going to supplant the dog. Kill him if he had to, he decided, so here he stood, naked, as he watched them finish fucking on her bed. In his mind, it was his bed that the dog was lying on and his bitch he was fucking. A few seconds of watching later, he stepped up and shoved Bronson aside. The dog gave a little yelp as his prick popped out of Trixie's pussy, letting a small river of doggy cum ooze from her full pussy. She turned to Bronson, about to fuss, when she felt her Daddy's hand on her rump and his weight pressing her into the mattress. She gasped and tried to roll over, but his strong grip kept her in place.

"Oh, yes-s-s," he murmured, "that's my sweet girl, Fifi, you have such a pretty rump."

"No-o-o," Trixie cried out involuntarily.

"Ooh-h-h, yes-s-s. Yes-s-s, my darling," Cal crooned, "you're my sweet little puppy, yes, you are."

He gripped an ass-cheek in each hand and lifted her hips up to his stiff prick, pulling her back until his heavy cock pressed against her portal. Bronson watched from the side, sitting on one hip and licking his prick between avid looks at them. To Bronson, Cal was the alpha dog so he didn't argue. The alpha male had all the rights. Cal pulled a helpless Trixie onto his long, heavy cock. It was much bigger than Bronson's, nature-designed to fit tightly in Trixie's womanly pussy. She cried out in a mixture of pain and want. Bronson had added to her slickness with his doggy cream and her father slipped deep into her easily and quickly.

"NO-O-O!" she cried out, "NO-O, DAD-DEE-EE! NO! PLEE-EE-EEZ!!"

Not that it hurt, but because it was her Daddy and not her lover.

"Yes-s-s, my darling puppy," Cal hissingly crooned, "you are so-o very good to me, my sweet Fifi, so tight."

With a reflexive heave of his hips, he again slammed all the way into her slick, hot pussy. Trixie gasped as his cock-head bounced against her receptive cervix. Bronson's pointy cock-tip had, over time, loosened it so that it, like her pussy, gaped slightly open.

"Oh, God, Sweetness," Cal gasped, "oh, God."

Trixie's pussy tightened around his huge, stiff prick. Cal's dick, however, was quit a bit bigger than an average man's and, compared to Bronson, was huge. Trixie moaned as she adjusted to his larger size.

"Oh-h-h, Daddy," she whispered, squirming her ass on his prick, "oh-h, yes-s, Dad-dee!"

It didn't really hurt. Cal's first thrust into her had surprised her and she'd tightened up involuntarily, but now she began feeling how good it was to have a real man's prick filling her.

"Does my sweet little puppy like Daddy's cock, hm-m?"

Cal slammed in and out of her, not giving her a chance to answer. He'd always talked to Fifi as if she was his little girl.

"Oh, yes-s-s, Daddy," Trixie moaned, "yes-s-s I do!"

Trixie clutched the pillow, lowering her face on it, burying her face into it to muffle her lusty cries. It was sheer habit now, her Daddy was the one ramming his stiff prick into her, his big hands gripping her hips tightly.

"God, she feels so good," Cal marveled, "she's such a wonderfully hot bitch! Aren't you my sweet little Fifi," he crooned.

Trixie buried her face in her pillow again and cried out as she came lustily.

"DAD-DEE-EE-EE!" she shrieked, "OH! OH! OH-DAD-DEE!"

Cal panted heavily, ramming hard in and out of her softly grasping pussy. He noticed that it didn't grip him as tightly as it used to, but then she was getting to be an old dog anyway, so maybe that was it. In his mind, his daughter Trixie, had merged with his memories of Fifi, his bitch mistress.

"A-AU-U-UGH-H-H!" Cal cried out, "OH-H, YES-S-S!" he blasted his hot cum into her receptive pussy, "oh, baby! Oh, my sweet baby!" he gasped, cumming hard and blasting his hot cum into her.

"DAD-DEE-EE-EE!" Trixie shrieked as she came again, "oh, God, Daddy! Oh, Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Dad-dee-ee!" she finished with a moan.

Bronson stood beside them, his tail wagging furiously and whining, wanting in on the action. Cal turned Trixie's hips loose and she collapsed forward, totally drained. She'd cum a couple of times under Bronson and now her Daddy had brought her off a couple more times - even better than Bronson had. Cal's soft prick plopped out of her quivering pussy as he rolled to the side and collapsed beside her. Trixie's long, curly hair covered her face as he pulled her onto his shoulder.

"How's my little puppy?" he kissed her forehead, snuggling her to him.

"Arright," she answered shyly, her voice as high as a little girl's.

"Did you like it?" he pulled strands of hair out of her face.

"Um-m, hm-m-m," she nodded, sighing and curling her small fists against his chest as she shivered, flinching a little.

Cal glanced down and saw why she'd flinched. Bronson was snuffling and licking her pussy clean, digging out his and Cal's cum with his obscenely long, larruping tongue.

"Feels good, does it?" Cal chuckled, caressing her cheek.

"Um-m, hm-m-m," she nodded, smiling dreamily.

A few minutes later, she gasped and shivered in his arms, pressing her forehead to the side of his chest as she came on Bronson's tongue.

"Ooh," Cal chuckled, "getting it from both ends, hm?"

"Um-m, hm-m-m," she sighed shakily.

After a while, she came again and Cal shooed Bronson off. As her Daddy lay back, he sighed thinking that now he didn't have to hide his love for his doggy mistress. For a while, Trixie was his departed furry mistress although . . . she was still his daughter. It was confusing in his temporary insanity. He comprehended that Trixie used the regular commode, yet he also felt that, by law, she should be on a leash whenever he took her outside in public.

After a while, he got them both up and went into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, all three climbed in and washed up. He urged a nervous Trixie to wash Bronson down, however, she stopped short of jacking him off. She usually didn't after they'd fucked, she only washed his prick off. After they'd dried off, he had her pull on a clean pair of shorts and a tee shirt, fastened a leash to each of their collars and took them out for a walk. Some of the people they met looked curiously at Trixie's collar and leash, following it to Cal's hand, but most just ignored it, including Mrs. Trayne when they ran into her. Trixie was at that age when teenagers were always doing something strange, so she just chalked it up to that. However, why Calhoun would involve himself in it was beyond her, but once again she just shrugged. It was none of her business - for a change.

"What do you think about getting Bronson some feminine company, hm?" Cal asked Trixie as they left Mrs. Trayne behind.

"Wh-what?" she gaped in surprise at her Daddy.

She felt some of his remaining cum oozing out of her and soaking the crotch of her shorts. He hadn't let her put on any panties, much less a sanitary pad like she usually did after Bronson fucked her, so she felt the coolness against her pussy and felt it crackle as it dried.

"Well, you're my little bitch, so Bronson needs something to keep him occupied. So . . . what do you think of an Akita bitch? A friend of mine has one that just whelped a few months ago. They're very pretty dogs and all but one were females, hm?"

"I - I - I, uh, I don't . . ."

"Making you jealous?" Cal chuckled, tugging her leash gently, making a mental note to get her a control leash - a choke collar.

This was already too much for Trixie to take. First she'd been finishing a wonderful fuck with Bronson, then her Daddy surprised her and almost fucked her brains loose. It certainly felt better than Bronson, but still .. . Then he'd put her on a leash. A leash! And he was treating her as if she were his dog Fifi with overtones as his daughter! Trixie moaned, took a couple of tottering steps and collapsed as her head spun under the conclusion. Bronson whined and licked her face as Cal tugged on her leash.

"Come on, Fifi," he leaned down over her, "come on, girl," he set his hands on his knees and stared down at her, "well, Bronson, I guess it's time to go home."

Cal picked Trixie up easily, throwing her across his shoulder, looking for all the world like he was burping his 16 year old daughter as he walked the half-block back to their house. Bronson wagged his tail hopefully, hopping anxiously along beside them.

"Yes," he thought, "I'll buy one of the Akita bitches. Bronson oughtta like her. He'll have her virginity when she gets old enough."

Trixie moaned as Cal laid her on the couch. Bronson managed a couple of slurps at her face until Cal shooed him away to wander off to his water bowl.

"How's my girl, hm?" Cal swept her hair off her forehead, "feeling better? That old pooch didn't knock you up, did he? Maybe we'll have a litter of puppies pretty soon, then, hm?" he chuckled, smiling, "we wouldn't mind a few puppies, huh, girl?"

Trixie was suddenly terror-stricken. Could Bronson get her pregnant? She'd never thought of that. Then she realized that she couldn't - not from a dog! Her mind was still reeling from the way her Daddy had been treating her all day. She felt as if she was going insane.

"Roll over honey," Cal ordered her gently, "on your belly."

She realized that he'd taken her shorts off and wanted to pull her tee shirt off. As if in a dream, she rolled over and raised her arms so he could undress her. As she sat back on the couch, she watched him drop his trousers down around his ankles. His stiff prick poked through the fly in his briefs. She stared at it wide-eyed. It looked nothing like Bronson's and it scared her. Even though she'd had it in her, she wasn't sure what she'd expected to see, but a stiff pole with a slight upward curve wasn't it.

"Oh, God!" she moaned, pulling her legs up and pushing her fists against her mouth.

"Roll over baby," he motioned with a finger, "I wanna feel your ass against me, okay?"

Still in a bewildered daze, Trixie complied, turning and lying on her belly. Cal got behind her and pulled her hips up. The young girl was amazed at feeling the expectantly delighted butterflies in her stomach. What was wrong with her? She was acting funny, just like an eager bitch in heat. She could almost feel him in her cunt and he was just rubbing his stiff prick up and down her wet slit.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned softly, "oh, Daddy," she began panting.

Trixie was suddenly eager to feel his hard prick fucking her pussy, she felt as if he'd only given her a taste of it earlier, and she reached back for it, like she did with Bronson, to guide it into her cunt. Cal slapped her hand away and spread her pink lips wide. He saw that she was already all wet and oozing cream. She was a wonderful dog, he thought to himself, always there when he wanted her, always ready for him and always willing to do what he wanted. He ran his big cock-head up and down her slit a couple more times then he slowly pushed into her, sinking in so very slowly.

"Um-m-m-uh-h-h," he groaned as he felt her tightly gripping cunt squeezing him wonderfully, "oh, sweetheart . .. it's been so long."

"Yes, Daddy," Trixie moaned, "oh-h, yes-s-s-s-s."

Her Daddy felt good slipping into her tight sheath, but she missed Bronson's thick knob, rubbing that special spot inside her. The spot that always sent her up the wall. Still, she suddenly felt her belly tighten and she cried out, cumming quickly. She shuddered and threw her hips back against him hard, shivering and whimpering.

"That's my girl, Fifi," Cal whispered, "that's a good dog. You're my little bitch aren't you, honey?"

"Y-y-yes-s-s! Yes-s-s, Daddy! Dad-dee-ee!" she yelped as she came again.

"Ooh, yes, baby," he murmured feeling her tightening grip, "that's my girl."

He slowly worked himself in and out of her, slowly building up speed until he was ramming powerfully deep into her. Trixie's small, slender body rocked back and forth as he thrust heavily into her. She cried out with delight as she felt the powerful jolts of his hips slapping her soft ass.

"Oh, yes, Daddy!" she gasped "fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Cal only grunted, pounding in and out of her powerfully. Cal's thighs rubbed the insides of Trixie's thighs raw, so she tried to pull her knees up out of the way, but Cal quickly gripped her ankles. She cried out in pain, but the pleasure in her pussy outweighed it. Cal felt happy that he had his Fifi under him again. She was the most wonderful bitch in the world. He loved the feel of her furry bottom pressing against his crotch, it was so smooth, so soft, so satiny - wait, smooth? Her tightly grasping cunt felt so good on his driving prick that he ignored the thought. His balls tightened and his prick stiffened as Trixie cried out in chafed pain and delicious lust as she came again. Then she felt his hot cum splashing deep inside her. She gasped and jerked cumming again as his hot spermy cream flooded her insides. She fell forward with a low, guttural moan, cumming again.

"Oh, God," Cal groaned, "that's my girl! Yes! Good dog! Good dog!"

He humped into her, pushing with his toes and shivering as he blasted another load of his hot cum into her again. Trixie cried out from the pain of having her ankles twisted around, bucking as she came again. The pain fueled her lust and felt so very wonderful.

Cal slid his hands up her legs to her hips and pulled her back as he rammed into her again and again, unloading a spurt of hot cum with each thrust. Trixie, yelped with each thrust, sounding almost like the dog Cal felt she was. He finally slipped sideways onto the couch, pulling her with him, his softening cock still dribbling gently into her. Trixie, moaned and wriggled her shoulders against his chest, twisting her head to rub it lovingly against his the side of his stubbly chin and face. Trixie's mind was spinning. Daddy had been at least as good as Bronson and she was his little girl after all. She could be a good little bitch for him - and God! It felt so goo-ood! Trixie held Cal's arms tightly around her, smiling happily.

"Yes, I'm his little bitch," she thought, "I'll wear his collar and walk proudly on his leash, too," she snuggled back against him, "um-m-m," she sighed.

"That's my girl," Cal whispered into her hair, "you're my good little doggy aren't you, baby? My darling little bitch."

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered back, "yes."

Cal had always treated Fifi as if she was a person. The exception was that he fed her in a dog dish on the floor. However, he'd always fed her what he fixed for himself. If he had a breakfast of bacon, eggs and potatoes, Fifi ate a bowl of bacon, eggs and potatoes. If he had a steak and salad for supper, she had a steak and salad for her supper - even eating the raw vegetables, a rarity for a dog.

Trixie, her lust satisfied for the time being, dozed against Cal, his soft prick still embedded between her soft folds, her head resting on his upper arm. She squirmed a little, smiling as she felt his soft prick still plugging his cum in her. She liked that his cum was still inside her, figuring that if he kept fucking her like this and keeping his virile sperm in her, she would have a fine litter of puppies, er, kids. She didn't care. She felt that he was her master so he could do whatever he wanted with her as long as he fucked her - lots of times - as he'd done with Fifi on an almost twice-daily basis. Um-m, she'd like that.

After a while, Cal stirred and, without pulling out of Trixie, reached out to one of the side tables and snagged a box of Kleenex. Pulling out a few, he wrapped them around his soft prick and, as he pulled out of Trixie, slid the tissues up, wiping his cock and pressing them into her gaping hole.

"Ooh-h," she gasped softly, that felt different.

"That'll keep you from dripping all over the house, sweetness," he murmured softly, running his hands up to her small, tender breasts.

"Yes, Daddy," she smiled, reaching up and caressing his strong jaw.

He was such a caring and understanding father. He thought of everything. Her head suddenly began spinning. She didn't know how to take what he was doing to her. She knew she was his daughter, but she also felt so good that she belonged to him. Her chest felt full of love and wondered if Fifi had felt like this. She had to, to be his puppy - and he wanted her to be his puppy, too. She raised her head to his face, stuck out her tongue and licked his neck and jaw, pulling herself up high enough to lick his ear. He chuckled and pushed her back.

"Down, girl," he smiled and kissed her forehead, patting her head and giving her a scratch behind the ear, "gotta fix supper, baby."

He got up and pulled up his pants, buckling his belt as he walked into the kitchen. Trixie sat on the couch for a few minutes. She felt as if she was going to be sick. Her head spun and she felt dizzy, wondering what was wrong with her. After a while, her stomach went back to it's normal place and she slid off, still feeling very confused, and wandered into the kitchen to watch her Daddy fixing supper.

"Thirsty, baby?" he asked pulling down a bowl.

Before she could answer, he had a bowl filled with fresh water and set it on the floor.

"Here you go, drink up."

Trixie stared at the bowl for a few seconds, her head spinning again. Did he expect her to . . . As she came out of the sudden dizziness, she realized that she was on her hands and knees in front of the bowl. Dropping to her elbows, she seemed to step out of herself and watched in fascination as she lowered her face to the bowl and sucked up several mouthfuls. Darn, the water tasted good. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was. Bronson came over to investigate, but she pushed him away and finished her water. Bronson sat back, watching her drink and cocking his head as he tried to take in this new development. When he couldn't understand what she was doing, he wandered of and lay down under the table. When Trixie was done, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, crawled over beside Bronson and curled up against him. Like it or not, she was now her Daddy's little bitch.