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

 
                             * * * 

Chapter Five - Tequila (Ff Mf fgb teen inc oral preg)
 
 
Mia woke me up with a kiss the next morning.  I looked over at Dana's 
empty bed, disappointed that I hadn't had a chance to talk with her 
about the night before, when she'd seen me suck my father's penis.  I 
sat up on the creaky old cot, accepting my stepmother's embrace,
leaning my head on her shoulder as she caressed my bare back. 
 
"Wash up and get dressed," she said.  "I'll get breakfast started and 
then we'll go shopping." 
 
"Thanks," I said, hugging her.  She stood up and headed towards the 
kitchen.  I stretched my arms and legs before getting out of bed, 
pulling on my kimono and going into the bathroom.  The smell of coffee 
brewing and bacon frying made my stomach growl with hunger, so I took 
just a quick shower, skipping my morning fun with the massage head. 
 
An hour later we were on the road in her Volvo wagon, heading towards a
mall that had recently opened, looking forward to the grand opening 
sales.  The parking lot was pretty full for a Monday morning, but we 
lucked out and managed to find a parking space close to the main 
entrance. 
 
Our first stop was a maternity boutique.  Mia browsed through the
racks, selecting a couple of dresses and blouses.  I accompanied her
into the fitting room, helping her try them on, giving her my honest
opinion when she'd asked me what I thought.  I didn't care for much of
the maternity clothes I'd seen, but the items she'd picked out were
nice, almost chic, basic black, and what I now knew was Mia's favorite
color, burgundy. 
 
We stopped at a lingerie store next, the owner clucking over Mia as she
looked for a nursing bra, the kind that had removable flaps over the 
nipples.  The proprietor brought box after box out of the back room 
until Mia found one she liked, buying three of them.  The owner, a tall
middle-aged woman with a buxom figure, seemed relieved to have found 
something that Mia was satisfied with. 
 
"Would your friend like to see something in a junior size?" the owner 
asked as Mia fished a credit card from her purse.  I'd been idly 
browsing through the racks while Mia had been making the owner scurry 
back and forth. 
 
"She's my stepdaughter," Mia said. 
 
"I'm terribly sorry," the owner gushed, her face turning red. 
 
"Annie?  See anything you like?" 
 
"Not really, Mom," I said to Mia.  "We can hit that place in Scottsdale
after lunch, anyway."  The owner turned her head for a second and I 
winked at Mia.  She looked as if she was going to burst out laughing at
any moment. 
 
"Please, let me show you something that just came in," the owner said, 
disappearing into the back of the store. 
 
"'Mom'?" Mia whispered, barely suppressing her laughter.  "Did you just
call me 'Mom'?" 
 
"Would you prefer 'Mommy'?" 
 
"No, heavens no," Mia said. 
 
"I just wanted to stick it to the owner, you know?  Maybe she'll give
us a deep discount, out of embarrassment."  The shop owner emerged from
the back of the store, so Mia just smiled and winked. 
 
We walked out of there after getting 40% off, twice the advertised 
discount.  The lingerie the owner had shown me was nice, almost as 
expensive as the imported underwear Julia had bought for me on Newbury 
Street, even with the discount.  Mia bought me a beautiful bra and
panty set from France, delicate coral silk and lace, a matching garter
belt, and a lovely white satin chemise.  The owner threw in a few pairs
of stockings, but our purchases still came to almost $300.  We got
about ten steps out of the store before Mia lost it, laughing so hard
that tears filled her eyes. 
 
"'Mom'.  I can't believe you called me 'Mom'," she chuckled.  We 
recovered our composure and walked back to the car. 
 
We drove to Scottsdale and ate lunch at an outdoor cafe before
strolling down Scottsdale Road and browsing through the stores there. 
We stopped at a shoe store where Mia bought some flats and sandals. 
Any heel higher than 1 inch put too much of a strain on her back.  She
wanted to buy me a pair of cowboy boots, sort of a souvenir, but I
politely declined, knowing how absurd they'd look if I wore them back
in Boston.  We ended up at Nordstrom's, in the Juniors' Department,
where Mia picked out clothes for me to try on, saying that she couldn't
wait until she got her figure back, though that might be months after
the baby was born.  Mia bought me a pretty yellow sundress with a
shirred bodice and a dove grey cardigan for herself. 
 
After Nordstrom's, we drove back home, arriving just a few minutes 
before the school bus was due to drop David and Dana off at the front 
gate.  While Mia went to her bedroom to take a nap, I unpacked my 
shopping bags in Dana's bedroom.  I had just put on the sundress from 
Nordstrom's and was looking in the mirror when Dana came home. 
 
"Hey, baby.  How was school?" I asked her.  She dropped her book bag 
next to her desk and sat down on her bed, her back to me. 
 
"Okay." 
 
"Just okay?" 
 
"Yeah."  I walked over to her bed and sat down next to her. 
 
"Dana, is there something you'd like to talk about?" 
 
"No," she said.  I tried to put my arm around her shoulder, but she 
shrugged it off. 
 
"Dana, honey.  Talk to me.  Tell me what's bothering you.  Was it last 
night?"  She'd seen me suck our father's cock in this very room. 
 
"Last night," she repeated.  I put my arm around her again, and this 
time she didn't reject my embrace. 
 
"Did it bother you to see that?" 
 
"No." 
 
"Are you mad at me for doing that?" 
 
"No...I mean, maybe," she said.  "I want to make Daddy happy like you 
did." 
 
"Dana," I whispered, hugging her tightly.  "You're still just a little 
girl.  Daddy's a grown man.  You're too young to think about things
like this." 
 
"But when?  When will I be old enough?" 
 
"I don't know.  A year or two, maybe more.  Every girl is different in 
that way."  I'd been eleven, going on twelve, when I first gave a grown
man pleasure.  It had been Ramon, my stepfather, after my mother had 
died.  Even I had to admit that I'd been too young for the things we'd 
done, but at the time it seemed like the right thing to do, giving my 
body to him in the depths of our grief. 
 
"A whole year?" Dana said.  "That's like forever." 
 
"Baby, you know how big Daddy is, right?" 
 
"Uh huh." 
 
"Do you think you could fit him in your mouth?"  I reached out and 
lightly touched her ruby lips. 
 
"I guess not." 
 
"Or how about your pretty little cunny?"  I ran my fingertip up her 
thigh, under her skirt, tickling her between her legs.  She laughed and
tried to tickle me back, slipping her hands under my dress.  We
wrestled around on her bed, laughing and giggling, finally coming to
rest with her on top of me, trying to hold my wrists in her little
hands.  She looked at me for a second and let go of my arms, pressing
her lips against mine.  I reached under her skirt and cupped her round
little bottom, pulling her close to me, relieved that we'd cleared the
air. 
 
"I love you, Annie."  She was smiling now, a smile that lit up my
heart. 
 
"I love you, too, Dana," I said.  "My sister..."  We held each other
for a while, just enjoying the closeness, until Dana lifted her head
from my shoulder. 
 
"That's a pretty dress," she said.  "Did you get that today?" 
 
"Yes, when I went shopping with Mia," I replied.  "Want to see the
other things I got today?"  Dana nodded and rolled off of me, sitting
on her bed as I showed her the lingerie Mia had bought me.  She begged
me to let her wear my new chemise, so after she took off her school
clothes, I put it on her, adjusting the straps to fit her slender form.
 I gave her a pair of lacy white panties to wear underneath, instead of
the plain white cotton undies she usually wore.  They were a bit loose
on her, but the elastic kept them on her hips. 
 
"You look so pretty in this," I cooed. 
 
"It feels so nice," Dana said, smoothing the satin over her body. 
 
"Hey, want to try some makeup?" 
 
"Could I?"  she said. 
 
"Just a little, okay?" 
 
"Yes!  Thanks!  I mean, please!"  It made me happy to see her so 
excited, and this was just the sort of thing I thought a big sister did
for her little sister.  I had Dana sit on the edge of her bed while I 
fished through my backpack for my cosmetics, dragging over her chair
and sitting across from her. 
 
"Okay, hold still for me, Dana."  She nodded and then sat perfectly 
still while I applied eyeliner and mascara to her beautiful blue eyes. 
I put a little blue eye shadow on her eyelids, a bit of rouge on her 
cheeks, and then some deep red lipstick on her lovely little lips.  No 
foundation or powder; I never wore it myself, and her complexion was
too nice to conceal.  I handed her a mirror and she gazed at her
reflection while I brushed out her long curly locks. 
 
"Annie...," she said.  "Wow." 
 
"You look beautiful," I said, fluffing her hair with my fingers.  "Like
Brooke Shields."  That movie, "Pretty Baby", had come out a few years 
before.  It was quite controversial at that time, but Julia had taken
me to see it anyway when it played at the Coopersport cinema.  It made 
prostitution out to be somewhat romantic, and I thought about this
often when I was standing on the streets of Boston, shivering, waiting
for a man in a car to stop at the curb so I could suck him for money. 
Though a few of the men I serviced could be considered handsome, none
of them looked anything like Keith Carradine. 
 
"Is Mommy still asleep?" Dana asked me. 
 
"I think so," I replied.  "Want to show Davy how pretty you look?" 
 
"Yeah!" she said, jumping off of the bed.  We walked through the 
bathroom and knocked on the door to his room.  David was sitting at his
desk, writing in a notebook.  He looked up as we entered, an expression
of surprise on his face when he saw Dana. 
 
"You look great," he said, putting down his pencil.  Dana twirled 
around, letting the chemise float up around her slim hips.  "Did you do
this for her?" he asked me. 
 
"Yes," I replied.  "Doesn't she look good enough to eat?" 
 
"Shit, yeah," David said, laughing. 
 
"Why don't you?" Dana asked. 
 
"Eat you?" David said.  Instead of replying, Dana climbed on to his bed
and laid down, pulling up the hem of the chemise and showing him the 
lacy panties I'd given her to wear. 
 
"Go ahead," I told him.  David needed no further encouragement.  He 
stood up from the desk, and I could see a bulge growing in his jeans.  
"Take these off," I said, tugging at the waistband of his pants.  David
pulled off his t-shirt and unzipped his jeans, stepping out of them, 
never once taking his eyes off of his pretty little sister.  He climbed
into bed, kneeling between Dana's legs, leaning forward to kiss her.  I
caressed his thighs and firm bottom, reaching around his body to fish 
his hardness out of his jockey shorts. 
 
As I stroked his beautiful cock, David slowly pulled the lace panties 
down Dana's legs, ducking his head between her thighs and planting a 
tender kiss on her puffy lips.  She let out a soft "ahhhh..." as his 
tongue began to probe her slit, penetrating it like a little penis, 
slowly working up to seek out her little pearl.  Dana reached down and 
began to run her fingers through his tousled hair, urging him to ravish
her babycunt. 
 
"Davy...yes...yes...," she moaned, moving her hips as he assaulted her 
cleft with his tongue.  "So good...so good..." 
 
"Mmmmph," was all he could say in reply as he hungrily licked and 
nibbled her sex.  As I watched him eat Dana's little cunny, I ducked my
head under his hips and took his lovely knob in my mouth.  There wasn't
enough room to properly suck him, but the movement of his hips made his
cock slide in and out of my mouth.  I cupped his bottom as he fucked my
face, reaching under my dress and slipping my hand into my panties, 
finding my clit, circling it, teasing it, feeling my pleasure begin to 
mount. 
 
Dana's leg was pressing against my back, and I could feel her body
start to quiver and shake as her climax approached.  Her soft moans
began to elide into a constant squeal of delight, a trill that rose in
pitch and intensity as she began to come.  Her leg stiffened, and I
could feel her little body convulse with pleasure behind me.  David's
hips stopped moving, and he pulled back, making me release his boycock
from my mouth.  I turned and looked at Dana, lying spread-eagle on the
bed, her eyes half-closed, a blissful expression on her face.  I ran my
finger along the length of her wet slit, feeling a post-orgasmic shiver
run through her body. 
 
"Are you still sore from the other night?" I asked her. 
 
"No, not anymore." 
 
"Would you like to feel Davy inside you again?" 
 
"Yes.  Please."  There was a sudden look of hunger on her face.  I 
didn't even have to ask David.  He'd managed to get his jockey shorts 
off, not an easy task when an erection is involved.  I stretched out 
next to Dana and kissed her as he took his place between his sister's 
legs, his hardness bobbing in anticipation.  I reached down and gently 
guided him into Dana's sex, rubbing the tip along the length of her 
labia to wet it, and then caressing his smooth back as he entered her, 
his mocha-colored stem disappearing into Dana's pale pink lips. 
 
"How's that feel, baby?" I asked Dana as David began to thrust in and 
out of her hungry hole. 
 
"Good...so good...," she moaned.  I leaned over and kissed her, seeking
out her tongue with my own, running my hands over the satin that clung 
to her little body.  Dana began to move her hips of her own accord, 
meeting her brother's pumping body with each stroke, urging him to fill
her cunny with his hard meat. 
 
"Fuck her, Davy," I whispered.  "Make her come again."  He grunted an 
acknowledgment and turned his head, pressing his lips against mine as
he fucked Dana's tight pussy.  As we kissed, I ran my hands over his
body, feeling the muscles in his back and buttocks moving as he pumped
his sister's cunny.  Dana's sex made soft, wet sucking sounds as it
engulfed and released her brother's shaft. 
 
"I'm gonna...I'm gonna...gonna come...," Dana moaned.  I slipped my arm
under her shoulder and held her as she stiffened and arched her back, 
trembling as another orgasm took hold of her body.  She let out a
little cry and closed her eyes.  David grunted again, hesitating at the
top of each stroke before plunging inside her, and I could tell that he
was close to his release, his sister's spasming cunny urging him to
fill her with his cream. 
 
"Gah," he muttered, giving one last thrust and burying his bone inside 
Dana's sex.  I felt a shiver run through his body, and then he
collapsed on top of her, a patina of perspiration on his brow.  He and
Dana lay together for a while, and then he rolled off of her, his soft
penis slipping out of her messy slit.  David kissed his sister, then
me, and went into the bathroom to shower. 
 
"How do you feel?" I asked Dana.  "Sore?" 
 
"Just a bit," she said.  "But I don't care.  It was good  Really good."
 
I kissed her again and then curled up between her legs and licked her 
cunny clean, scooping up her brother's cream from her pussy.  Dana
loved that, even if she didn't come, and afterwards we shared another
kiss, this one flavored with David's semen. 
 
After David finished his shower, I took Dana into the bathroom and 
cleaned  off the makeup.  While she took a shower I washed my face and 
went to check up on Mia, who was still taking a nap in her bedroom.  I 
knocked softly on the door, wondering if she was still asleep. 
 
"Come in," she said.  The curtains were drawn and the room was
darkened, and Schultzie was curled up on the rug next to the bed. 
 
"Are you okay?" I asked her, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 
 
"Yes," she replied.  "I just had a bit of a headache.  I'm fine now." 
 
"It's after five, and I thought you'd want to get up and start dinner,"
I said.  "If you're not feeling up to it, I could whip something up." 
 
"Thanks.  That's sweet of you, but we're going out tonight.  Frank's 
taking us to a nice Mexican place for dinner." 
 
"Oh, okay," I said.  "I'll let you rest, then." 
 
"No, wait," Mia said, reaching for my hand.  "Please stay.  Frank won't
be home until after six." 
 
"Sure," I said, leaning over to kiss her lightly on the lips. 
 
"Take off your dress," she said, tugging at the zipper on the back.  
"Don't want to get it wrinkled."  Mia pulled down the zipper and I 
stepped out of my new sundress.  She pulled the sheets aside and I
could see that she was wearing just her big white cotton maternity
panties and nothing else.  I unhooked my bra and shrugged it off of my
shoulders before climbing into bed next to her. 
 
"Thank you, Mia," I whispered. 
 
"For what?" 
 
"For taking me shopping, for buying me such nice things." 
 
"It was my pleasure," she said, kissing my forehead.  "I hope we can do
it again.  Maybe later this week?" 
 
"I'd love that," I said, snuggling up to her warm body. 
 
"Annie?" 
 
"Yes?" 
 
"Would you say it again?" she asked. 
 
"Say what?" 
 
"What you called me in the mall, in the lingerie store." 
 
"'Mom'?" 
 
"Yes," Mia said.  "That's it." 
 
"Mommy," I whispered, hugging her, caressing her swollen belly. 
 
"Baby," she cooed. 
 
"I love you, Mommy." 
 
"I love you, too, sweetheart."  Mia's eyes glistened as she turned her 
head.  Our lips met, our tongues seeking each other, our hands roaming 
over each other's skin.  "I've been so horny all day.  I guess that's 
where my headache came from." 
 
"Can I make you feel better, Mommy?" 
 
"Oh, baby," she whispered.  "I thought you'd never ask.  Suckle my
tits, honey.  That makes me feel so hot." 
 
"Mommy...," I said again, leaning over Mia and cupping her breast, 
bringing her nipple to my lips and gently sucking it.  She stroked my 
hair and sighed as my hand roamed lower on her belly, slipping under
the waistband of her panties.  I could taste that fluid oozing out of
her nipple, though it seemed thicker and sweeter this time.  As my
finger probed her wet slit, I lightly grazed her nipple with my teeth,
gently suckling it between my lips.  Mia moaned softly and spread her
legs a bit wider. 
 
"Baby...," she cooed, her breathing growing heavier as I circled her 
swollen clit with my fingertip.  She slipped her hand inside the back
of my panties, caressing my bottom as I suckled her breast and played
with her pussy.  Mia began to move her hips, humping my busy fingers as
I rubbed her little button.  She lifted her head and kissed my
forehead, her hips moving faster now, seeking her release.  I felt her
probing my bottom with her fingers, and I pushed back slightly, hoping
she'd penetrate my cleft.  Unfortunately, it was out of her reach.  I 
concentrated on her nipple and her clit, sucking harder, rubbing
faster. 
 
Mia's moaning suddenly dropped an octave, and she squeezed my bottom, 
arching her back over the bed.  I released her nipple from my mouth and
watched her come, feeling her sex get hotter and wetter as she
climaxed.  She relaxed and settled back against the mattress, reaching
for my hand and pulling it away from her pussy, bringing my fingers to
her lips and sucking her juices from them.  Then she smiled and rolled
on to her side, kissing me. 
 
"You make me feel so good," Mia whispered.  "Thank you." 
 
"Mommy...," I whispered, caressing her belly.  She was only a few years
older than me, but saying that word just felt right. 
 
"Let me make you feel good, too," she said. 
 
"It's okay," I replied.  "You don't have to."  I was intensely horny 
even before I came into her room, having watched David and Dana make 
love.  But Mia still looked tired.  "Get some more rest," I whispered. 
I watched her close her eyes and go back to sleep, a contented smile on
her face.  Gently, I kissed her cheek and climbed out of bed, slipping 
my bra and dress back on and tiptoeing out of the room. 
 
Dana was sitting on her bed, reading an assignment for school.  She'd 
changed into a short pink sundress, just like mine except for the
color.  She looked up from her book and smiled. 
 
"Don't let me disturb you," I said, reaching into my backpack for my 
journal. 
 
"It's okay," she said.  "I don't have much homework today.  Is Mommy 
okay?" 
 
"She's fine, just taking a nap," I said.  "Daddy's taking us out for 
dinner when he gets home."  Dana nodded and smiled, and I left her to 
her reading, carrying my journal into the living room and stretching
out on the couch, writing down the events of the last few days.  I had
just finished when I heard my father's car pull into the driveway. 
 
"Hey, kitten," he said, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek.  "That's
a pretty dress.  You just get that today?" 
 
"Yes, Daddy," I said, closing my journal. 
 
"Where's Mia?" he asked. 
 
"Taking a nap." 
 
"Oh.  Is she okay?" 
 
"She's fine.  Just tired from shopping." 
 
"That's good," my father said.  "Can you get the kids ready for
dinner?" 
 
"Sure."  I got up from the couch and headed down the hall to the kids' 
rooms while my father disappeared into his bedroom.  David was just 
finishing his homework and he changed his shirt while I went to let
Dana know that we were leaving. 
 
 
Dinner was delicious, though the mariachi band started to get on my 
nerves.  Fortunately, they took a long break by the time our food 
arrived.  Like the Cubano food my stepfather's sisters liked to make,
it was heavy on rice and beans, but with beef instead of pork, seasoned
with salsa and guacamole instead of lime and onions.  Unlike our first 
dinner out, my father didn't get plastered, barely making a dent in a 
glass of sangria.  David and Dana wolfed down their food, and even Mia 
seemed to have a big appetite. 
 
We went out for ice cream afterwards before heading back home, and I 
couldn't help but feel like I was part of this family.  It felt nice, 
and I secretly hoped that it would never end. 
 
Back at the house, Mia excused herself and put David and Dana to bed, 
heading off to sleep as well.  My father and I sat in the living room, 
not saying anything for a while.  Then he got up and went into the 
kitchen, returning with a plate of lime slices and a shaker of salt. 
He placed these on the coffee table and went to the bar, selecting a
bottle of tequila and two shot glasses, showing me how to place the
salt on my hand, lick it, swallow the shot, and chase it with a wedge
of lime.  I expected the golden liquor to be harsh, like bourbon, but
it was surprisingly smooth.  After that first shot, I felt a familiar
feeling of warmth spreading through my body. 
 
"Not too fast, princess," my father said as I poured myself another 
shot.  "This stuff sneaks up on you, and you'll feel like shit in the 
morning." 
 
"Okay, Daddy."  I took a small sip of my second shot, no salt or lime. 
 
"Listen, about last night..." 
 
"What about it?" I asked. 
 
"I just want to know...I mean..."  He searched for the right words to 
say.  "I mean, I don't want you to think I'm some kind of sicko or 
something." 
 
"Daddy," I whispered, reaching for his hand.  "Do you remember when I 
was younger, before you left me and Mommy, how you used to give me a 
bath sometimes?" 
 
"Um..." 
 
"You used to touch me," I said.  "Down there.  And sometimes you'd put 
my hands on your penis.  Do you remember?" 
 
My father looked off in the distance for a moment and then reached for 
the bottle, pouring another shot and downing it in one quick gulp. 
 
"I didn't think you'd remember that," he said.  "I'd nearly forgotten 
about it myself." 
 
"I remember, Daddy.  And I thought about you a lot."  I scooted over on
the couch next to him, and he put his arm around me. 
 
"Annie, when you and Mia were in her office yesterday, what were you 
doing?" 
 
"I can't tell you, Daddy." 
 
"I understand.  I could hear you, though," he said.  "Is she that 
frustrated?" 
 
"She says you won't touch her, Daddy."  I didn't want to disabuse him
of the notion that women loved women not out of frustration, or lack of
a male partner, but because of passion, because of love, because
sometimes a woman's touch was the only thing that mattered. 
 
"I...I'm afraid of doing something that hurts the baby." 
 
"What if you tried to be gentle?"  I reached for my drink and downed
it, picking up a wedge of lime and sucking it. 
 
"I did.  I mean I do try, but..." 
 
"It won't hurt the baby if she comes once in a while," I said. 
 
"You're right," he said, pouring two more shots.  My head was starting 
to swim already, so I just sipped this one slowly.  "Where did you
learn that, anyway?" he asked me. 
 
"Learn what?" 
 
"Learn to eat pussy," he said, licking the salt from the back of his 
hand and downing his shot. 
 
"Daddy, I've done a lot of things," I said.  "Some things I can never 
tell anyone." 
 
"Why can't you tell me?" 
 
"Because you'll never look at me the same way again," I said.  "I just 
want to be your little girl again."  I snuggled up against him and he 
gently stroked my hair. 
 
"You'll always be my little girl, Annie." 
 
"Thank you, Daddy."  He poured another shot and gulped it down, but I 
passed when he offered to pour me one. 
 
"Hey, I want to take some more pictures of you," my father said.  "Is 
that okay?" 
 
"Sure, Daddy." 
 
"Come to my office with me."  He stood up from the couch and held out 
his hand, helping me to my feet.  I swayed for a second, feeling the 
effects of the tequila, a head rush that made the lights dim for a 
moment.  My father grabbed the bottle and led me down the hall to his 
den.  There were five fresh film packs on the desk, next to his 
Polaroid.  He was about to load one into the camera, but I put my arms 
around him instead. 
 
"Hold me, Daddy."  I wanted to feel his strong arms around me, hugging 
me.  He was more than happy to oblige.  We stood there for a few 
minutes, neither of us quite steady on our feet, sort of holding each 
other up.  I felt his hands on the zipper of my dress, tugging it 
downward.  As I let it fall from my shoulders and pool around my feet,
I could feel his hardness begin to grow in his trousers as he caressed
my back.  He bent his head and kissed me, first on the cheek, then on
my nose, finally on my lips. 
 
"My sexy little kitten...," he whispered. 
 
"Daddy..."  I pressed against him, grinding my thigh against his, 
rubbing his erection through his pants.  He hugged me again and then 
released me from his embrace, reaching for the camera.  As he loaded
the film cartridge, I reached back and unclasped my bra. 
 
"Perfect," he said as I reclined on the couch, wearing only my panties.
 He snapped a few pictures, and then I got up and stood by his desk, 
turning around and arching my back.  He shot a few more pictures, a 
goofy grin on his face, and then I began to pull down my underwear. 
 
"Wait a sec," he said, ejecting the empty film pack and loading
another.  My father took a few shots of me with my undies around my
thighs.  Then I stepped out of them and sat on the couch again,
spreading my legs to show him my pussy.  He went through two more film
cartridges, ten or twelve pictures each, while I posed for him.  The
pictures were as explicit as anything Cecil had taken.  I spread my
labia for him, my ass cheeks, licked my lips and fondled my breasts,
reached down and played with my pussy.  I could see my father's face
get flushed, the sheen of perspiration forming on his forehead. 
 
"I want to see you, Daddy," I pleaded as he changed the film cartridge 
again.  It had been dark in Dana's bedroom the night before, and he'd 
been wearing a bathrobe, so I couldn't see his whole body.  I stood up 
from the couch and went over to him, unbuttoning his shirt while he 
fumbled with the film's foil package.  He put down the camera and 
unfastened his trousers, pulling them down along with his boxer shorts 
and stepping out of them. 
 
"Like what you see, kitten?" my father asked as he took off his shirt, 
standing naked in front of me, his hardness jutting out from a thick 
nest of pubic hair.  He was well-built, fit, just a hint of thickness 
around his waist.  Mia had told me that he was an avid tennis player, 
golfer, swimmer.  It showed. 
 
"Yes, Daddy," I said, running my hands over his broad chest.  He kissed
me again and then I slowly sank to my knees in front of him and leaned 
into his crotch.  There was a tiny pearl of precum on the tip of his 
penis and I extended my tongue, licking off the drop of seminal fluid 
before planting a tender kiss on his glans. 
 
"You want to suck your father's cock, baby?" he said. 
 
"Yes, Daddy." 
 
"Tell me," he said.  "Tell me you want to suck me." 
 
"I want to suck you, Daddy," I said.  "I want to suck your cock and
make you come in my mouth." 
 
"Good girl," he said.  "Suck Daddy's cock now, princess." 
 
"Yes, Daddy."  I kissed the tip of his penis again and parted my lips, 
taking my father's hardness into my mouth.  He groaned as I slowly 
sucked the length of his shaft, bathing it with my tongue.  I heard a 
click and saw a flash and looked up; he'd taken a picture of me 
fellating him.  What the hell, I didn't care.  I winked at him and 
pulled his cock from my mouth, licking it from tip to base as he took 
another couple of photographs. 
 
"That's it, baby," he said, setting the camera aside.  "Suck me.  Suck 
your Daddy's big dick, baby." 
 
I took him back in my mouth and gave him the best blowjob I'd ever
given anyone, ever.  I fondled and licked his balls, I stroked the base
of his shaft, I bathed his glans and the underside of his shaft with my
tongue, I even tried to deep throat him, though I could never do this
without gagging and this night was no exception.  He must have
appreciated the effort, though, and he responded by rocking his hips
back and forth, following the movement of my head. 
 
When his cock began to twitch I knew he was close to coming.  I placed 
my hands on his firm buttocks and began to suck him faster, pulling him
towards me with each stroke.  My father placed his hands on my
shoulders and guided me back and forth, setting the pace of his
pleasure.  I could hear him start to moan, a low guttural note that I
could feel all the way down to the tip of his penis.  Suddenly he
stopped his vocalizations, his hips froze, his penis tensed and
twitched in my mouth, and he erupted in a torrent of hot, thick semen. 
I clamped my lips around his spasming member and began to swallow his
sperm, not wanting to lose a single drop of daddycum, milking his cock
with my lips.  I scooped up the last few dribbles with my tongue and
released him from my mouth when he began to soften, giving the tip one
last kiss and looking up at him. 
 
My father smiled down at me, a gleam in his eye.  He looked so proud of
me, just like Ramon had looked after I pitched my first winning game in
Little League.  My father reached down and took my hand, pulling me to 
my feet, holding me, kissing me. 
 
"You liked that, baby, didn't you?" 
 
"Yes, Daddy," I said.  "I loved sucking you." 
 
"You like the taste of my cum?" 
 
"Yummy, Daddy," I said, in my best "little girl" voice.  "Yummy cummy
in my tummy."  This made him laugh, and he reached for the tequila, 
unscrewing the cap and taking a big slug, straight from the bottle.  He
offered it to me and I took a small gulp. 
 
"My little girl's growing up to be a sexy woman," he said, placing his 
hand on my breast.  He led me over to the couch and sat down, pulling
me on to his lap, his hands roaming over my back, my bottom, my thighs,
my titties.  I spread my legs for him, giving him access to my cunny, 
letting him feel how wet I was down there.  He took another swig from 
the bottle. 
 
"You want Daddy to lick your pussy, baby?" he asked me, his words 
starting to slur together, making the word "pussy" sound like "pushy". 
 
"Yes, Daddy." 
 
"Beg me." 
 
"What?" 
 
"Beg me to lick your pussy, Annie." 
 
"Okay, Daddy," I said.  "Please.  Please lick my pussy, Daddy." 
 
"Again." 
 
"Please, Daddy.  Lick my pussy." 
 
"Again." 
 
"Oh, please won't you lick me, Daddy?  It's like I'm on fire down 
there." 
 
"That's my girl," he laughed.  He put down the bottle and laid me down 
on the couch, hoisting one of my legs along the back and pushing the 
other one off of the cushions, so I was splayed open for him.  He
leaned over me and took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking it
hard, grazing it with his teeth. 
 
"Ow, Daddy."  I felt particularly sensitive, and his teeth hurt. 
 
"Sorry, baby," he said.  "Gentle.  I'll be gentle." 
 
"Thank you, Daddy," I said, running my hands over his back.  He began
to kiss me lower, working down my body, heading right for my cleft.  I 
could feel his warm breath on my sex, and he hesitated for a moment. 
 
"Pretty pussy," he said in a hoarse voice.  "My baby's pussy is so 
pretty." 
 
"Thank you, Daddy." 
 
"You shave your pussy, baby?" 
 
"Yes, Daddy." 
 
"I like it," he said.  And then he dived right in, licking my wet slit 
with his rough tongue.  He was like an animal.  Actually, he reminded
me of the way Schultzie had licked my crotch, long broad strokes along
the length of my slit, not even bothering to find my clitoris.  I
arched my back, trying to make him concentrate on that spot below my
prepuce where my button was, but he just licked up and down, pausing
every so often to curl his tongue up and penetrate my passage.  After a
few minutes of this, though, I felt that welcome feeling begin to mount
between my legs, building up every time he managed to make contact with
my clit.  I could come after an hour or two of this, I thought. 
 
Suddenly, he stopped and looked up at me, a hungry look on his face.  I
looked down at him and noticed that he was hard again.  He moved up
from between my legs and kissed me, taking one of my breasts in his
hand and squeezing it. 
 
"I want you, baby," he said, his voice congested with lust and hunger. 
"I wanna fuck my little girl." 
 
"Yes, Daddy," I said.  "Fuck me.  Just don't make me beg for it."  He 
laughed and kissed me again, rubbing his penis over my sex.  I wanted 
him so badly that I would have begged for it.  Gladly.  I wanted to
feel him inside me, to feel him open me, fill me. 
 
"You got protection, baby?" he asked me.  "I got a condom somewhere." 
 
"I'm wearing a diaphragm, Daddy."  I'd had it in since before dinner.  
After sucking him the night before I expected this to happen. 
 
"You knew we'd do this?" he asked. 
 
"I wanted to do this, Daddy." 
 
"My baby," he murmured.  I reached down and took hold of his hardness, 
guiding the tip between my nether lips.  He pressed forward with his 
hips, pushing his cock inside me, gliding along a carpet of my moisture
and his saliva, slowly pressing inward until he filled me.  My father 
stretched out on top of me and kissed me.  Our tongues met and melded 
together as he slowly began to thrust. 
 
"You're so fucking tight," he whispered.  I clenched myself around his 
thick shaft and he gasped, slowly pulling back until just the tip of
his tool remained inside me.  Then he pushed forward again, filling me
once more.  I wrapped my arms around his back and met his thrust with
my hips, wanting to take him deeper. 
 
"Fuck me, Daddy," I urged him.  "Fuck me hard."  It felt naughty and 
sexy to say these words, and they had the desired effect on my father. 
His thrusts grew faster and deeper, and I felt that kernel of delight 
begin to grow again, spreading outward from my belly, sending waves of 
pleasure through my whole body.  I felt wonderfully helpless underneath
my father's pumping body, under his control, an instrument of his lust.
 That it was my Daddy's cock inside me, the fat ridge of flesh on top
of his glans dragging across my sensitive spot, only intensified my 
pleasure.  I felt like crying out, even though my climax hadn't
arrived, and I pressed my mouth against his shoulder, trying to muffle
myself.  I couldn't do this without biting my father, but this only
seemed to spur him on, and he began to fuck me furiously. 
 
"Daddy...Daddy...I'm...I'm..."  I was breathless, unable to even 
complete a sentence, and then it hit me, a mindblowing orgasm, dimming 
my vision, making me quiver beneath him as this ecstatic sensation took
control of my body.  Stars, I saw stars, bright silver and gold lights 
against a deep red field.  The stars began to fade, my vision returned,
and I wrapped my arms and legs around his body, holding on tight, never
wanting this to stop.  And then it hit me again, and I felt like I was 
going to pass out cold. 
 
I didn't, though.  I managed to remain conscious.  I think I might have
screamed.  Maybe I didn't, but my father clamped his lips on mine 
anyway, probing my mouth with his tongue as his cock probed my depths, 
pushing in and out with long, forceful strokes.  I reached a third, 
lower peak, and I began to feel myself getting sore down there. 
 
"Daddy...come for me...come...come in me...," I rasped, finding my
voice again.  My father grunted an acknowledgment and kept fucking me
with those long hard thrusts.  I tightened myself around his veiny
shaft, hearing him grunt again, and then I felt him come, hot spurts of
cum erupting from his cock, filling my tender cunny with a feeling of 
warmth.  His thrusts began to slow and then stop.  I released my hold
on his body, letting my arms and legs go limp. 
 
"Baby," he whispered, nuzzling my neck and kissing me.  "Are you okay?"
 
"Yes, Daddy," I said. 
 
"Was that okay?"  His question struck me as odd.  Couldn't he tell that
I came three times? 
 
"That was the best, Daddy." 
 
"Good, good," he said, kissing me on the cheek and climbing off of me. 
I felt a post-orgasmic shiver when his cock slipped out of me.  As 
his sperm begin to ooze from my tender little cunny, I reached for 
my panties, trying to slip them on.  My legs felt like rubber, and I 
could barely pull them up my shins.  As my father took a swig from the 
bottle of tequila, I managed to get them up my thighs and over my ass 
before I made a mess on the couch. 
 
"What did we just do?" he said. 
 
"You fucked me, Daddy," I replied.  "You fucked me really good."  I sat
up on the couch and looked at him.  He had a strange, distant
expression on his face. 
 
"What did we just do?" he repeated, returning to the couch and taking 
another swig.  I took the bottle from his hand and took a drink. 
 
"Daddy," I said, snuggling against him and running my hand over his 
hairy chest.  "I wanted this.  You wanted this.  What's wrong with 
that?" 
 
"I don't know," he said.  "It feels so wrong now." 
 
"Post coitum omne animal triste est," I said.  It was something Julia 
had taught me, when she'd tried to introduce me to the classics. 
 
"What the fuck does that mean?" my father asked. 
 
"It means 'you feel like shit after you fuck'," I told him.  He laughed
and put his arm around me, hugging me.  I handed him the bottle. 
 
"Enough of this," he said, placing the tequila on the floor.  "We've
got to get up early tomorrow morning." 
 
"I know what you meant," I said. 
 
"About what?" 
 
"If you fucked Mia like this she'd end up in the hospital." 
 
"What, you didn't like it?" 
 
"I loved it, Daddy," I said, kissing his bicep.  "But I'm not seven 
months pregnant." 
 
"I see your point." 
 
I wanted to talk to him about his cunnilingus technique, too, but I 
decided not to press the issue.  There would be time for that.  I 
cuddled with him for a few minutes and then got up, gathering my
clothes from the floor.  Then I went over to him and sat in his lap,
kissing him. 
 
"I love you, Daddy." 
 
"I love you, too, princess.  Still want to come to the office
tomorrow?" 
 
"Yes, I'd like that," I said. 
 
"Okay, I'll wake you up tomorrow." 
 
"Thanks." 
 
I kissed him again and slipped my dress over my head, not bothering to 
do the zipper.  When I left him, he was getting up from the couch, 
heading towards the desk, to the pile of photographs he'd taken of me. 
He'd just snapped away, and we hadn't bothered to watch them develop.  
There would be time for that, too.  I walked across the hall to Dana's 
bedroom and took off my clothes, taking a quick shower before going to 
bed.  Dana was sound asleep and I watched her for a while, wondering 
how old she'd be before my father would take her, opening her little 
cunny with his hard cock.  Then I laid back on the cot and fell into a 
deep dreamless sleep. 
 
 
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