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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
written for consenting adults.  If you're not both of those, don't read it.
Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to.  In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

   If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here,
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in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of
these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

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   _________________________________ A House in the Woods - Penny (Mdog/f,
M/f, MF/f, oral, anal) (C)Copyright 2003 - Shakes Peer2B
shakes_peer2b@NONOsbcglobal.net (remove 'NONO' from above address)

   My house is built on a rather large plot of land, but unlike my
neighbors, I don't try to make it produce income for me, so technically,
it's not a farm.  When the last known heir of the original owner died in
the eighteen-nineties, the land fell into a legal limbo while the
possibility of living inheritors was investigated (they actually did such
things back then!).  Then in the early part of the twentieth century, a
fire destroyed many of the records of who owned what, though, strangely
enough, not the title papers for my place.  Local, county, and state
officials, however, were so busy trying to sort out the various claims to
occupied properties, that the only reference to those documents was made to
refute spurious claims by people hoping to pick up property they didn't
own.

   When the 'land rush' finally settled down, folks had pretty much
forgotten about this place until I came along.  Brush and trees grew up and
buried all the land the previous owner had tilled under lush greenery,
adding foliage to the untrammeled parts of the forest that had never known
a plow.  Towering pines carpeted many acres with a slippery coating of
brown needles.  Elsewhere, hardwoods, sycamore, aspen, birch and ash built
a cool, shady canopy under which only those plants that required a minimum
of sunlight could flourish.

   After a nasty divorce, I made a bundle on tech investments, but, knowing
it was a bubble that had to burst, as quickly as I made the money, I
transferred it to more stable investments, leaving only the original
working capital at risk.  When I had enough to live comfortably, even
lavishly, for the rest of my life, I started searching for a quiet little
place in the woods where I could build a home and not have to worry too
much about prying eyes or overly sensitive ears.

   My agents showed me several plots of land, but none offered me the
possibilities that this place did.

   As unobtrusively as possible, I had my agents make enquiries, grease
palms, and finally, present the winning bid at the auction when, as
arranged, only one other person showed up.

   It took months longer to build the house than it might have otherwise,
because I wouldn't let the construction crews cut down any of the trees or
pave the road.  They were allowed to lay native rock and gravel in the mud
of the overgrown dirt track that the original owners had used as a
driveway, but that was it.  Fortunately, the wheels of numerous wagons and
the hooves of untold numbers of horses had packed the dirt of the track so
hard that the forest was only now beginning to encroach on it.  I used
local companies for most of the construction, but went out of state for the
basic security system.  The enhancements I designed and built myself.

   I offset the strangeness of my construction preferences by staying
visible in town.  I was friendly with anyone who wanted to be friendly, and
left the rest alone.  Soon, I was rubbing elbows with the Sheriff and his
deputies, local businessmen, and pretty much anyone else in the community
who wasn't a shut-in.  I listened, but didn't pry, and answered most
questions about myself with a good-natured, self-effacing joke.  It wasn't
that I had anything to hide, I just didn't see any point in advertising the
details of my private life.

   I wanted them to see that I wasn't going to pry into their lives, and
wasn't going to make mine an open book, either.  When anyone offered
details about themselves, I listened politely, asking just enough questions
to not seem rude.  Before long, people were telling me the most intimate
secrets - first about their neighbors, then, as trust grew, about
themselves.  I filed it all away in my memory, but never repeated any of it
to anyone.

   In this way, before the house was finished, I had wormed my way into the
social structure of the community, if not yet as an insider, at least as an
acceptable outsider.  (Brenneman's theory of how to be a successful recluse
- be as outgoing as possible without actually revealing anything you don't
want people to know.)

   With the construction crews gone, I set about making my private
modifications to the house, still making and keeping social commitments
lest my neighbors start thinking I had turned strange on them.

   By the time I was finished, I had my dream - a comfortable house set so
far into the woods that I could do pretty much anything I wanted, a fully
equipped dungeon, and a security system that, along with my dogs, alerted
me to the presence of people on the property long before they could become
a threat - at least, in most cases.  This story is about one of the times
this system let me down - to my enormous delight!

   At first I went as far as Seattle to find sexual partners who shared my
interests, then Molly Pierce's car broke down near the end of my road, and
while we waited for a tow truck, we found some common interests.  Molly
spent the weekend in my dungeon and went back to Washington State sated and
happy as a clam.  Before long, I had so many students dropping by from
Pullman and Moscow (University of Idaho), that I no longer needed to go
into Seattle except for materials, supplies, and services that I couldn't
or didn't want to get locally.

   When I wasn't entertaining 'guests' in my dungeon or working on the
custom items I sold to other members of the community, I liked to wander
through the woods with my Timber-Wolf, Malamute mix dogs, Caesar and Czar.

   There is a stream that meanders through my property.  This stream is
filled year-round with run-off from the perpetual snow cap that tops the
mountain on whose skirts my land is situated.  Near the middle of the
property, surrounded by some of its oldest trees, lies a moss-covered
glade. At one end of this glade, 'my' stream plunges twenty feet down a
natural waterfall, creating misty rainbows when the sun peeks through the
surrounding trees.  Over the years, the falling water has created a basin
in the natural rock that, except at the bottom of the fall, sits still,
deep, green, and crystal clear.  At the downstream end, the water cascades,
tinkling and splashing, over jumbled rocks for several feet before
re-entering the channel it has dug over the years.  This is my favorite
spot out of many marvelous natural places within the bounds of my little
piece of heaven.

   On this particular day, I was headed toward this natural swimming pool
with the idea of doing a little skinny dipping.  The dogs, as was their
habit, had ranged far ahead.  I wasn't worried.  I figured they probably
knew where I was going, and even if they didn't they wouldn't have any
trouble finding me.

   Suddenly, from far ahead, I heard a faint scream.  I quickened my pace,
and as I neared the swimming hole, heard what sounded like a young girl's
voice.  The muted crash of the waterfall and ripple of water cascading over
the rocks masked most of the sound, but I thought, from what I heard, that
the voice sounded familiar.

   I had no idea what to expect, and since I wasn't carrying a weapon, I
slowed as I neared the clearing, and crept slowly forward, the voice
growing louder as I neared.  I cautiously poked my head around the trunk of
the last tree and stopped in amazement.

   Not ten feet from where I stood, a platinum blonde nymphet with silken,
straight, waist length hair knelt on a blanket thrown atop a moss covered
rock.  I recognized her as Penny Noonan, my neighbor Sarah's daughter, so
her presence wasn't what shocked me.

   The lithe little fourteen-year-old sprite was on her hands and knees,
shrieking, as Czar pumped his engorged shaft into her hairless little mound
for all he was worth.

   At first I thought she was in distress and started around the tree to
see if I could head off disaster before Czar's knot swelled so large it
couldn't be extracted from her body.  As I rounded the tree, however, I
spotted the small stack of neatly folded clothing on one corner of the
blanket, and began to make out the words issuing from the delicate lips of
the diminutive teenager.

   "Ooooh yeah, Czar!  Ooooooh!  Jam that hot doggie dick into my belly!"
she was shaking her head and rocking her hips in time with his strokes. 
"Come on Czar baby, pump that big ol' knot up and let me feel it inside me
like a big balloon!  Oh damn, I love your cock!"

   She looked over at Caesar who, though he knew I was there, didn't pay me
any attention.  This kind of activity went on in my dungeon all the time,
so he didn't see any reason why I would interfere.

   Penny cooed at Caesar, "Don't worry Caesar, you'll get your turn!  I
want to feel that big ol' knot of yours sliding back and forth inside me,
too!"

   I stepped into her line of sight and said quietly, "Well I should hope
so!  Wouldn't be fair to let just one of 'em fuck you now, would it?"

   Penny's head whipped around in shock, her hair flying.  "M-M-Mr. 
Brenneman!  I wasn't...!  I mean I didn't...!  I mean...Ooooooh shit!"

   Tears welled up in her eyes and her face flushed the cutest shade of
pink.  She turned away, then looked up at me again, Czar still pounding
away at her nether end.

   "You must think - aaagh!  - think I'm - oooh!  - aw-awful!"

   I squatted beside her on the blanket, "On the contrary, Penny.  I think
you're just about the sexiest creature I've ever seen!"

   She stared at me in shock, her hips involuntarily resuming their
rocking, "Really!  I thought you'd be disgusted, or mad, or...  I don't
know!  How can you even look at me?"

   I smiled and pushed a few strands of hair out of her face.  "I can look
at you because you're beautiful and sexy, and the way you enjoy having
Czar's cock inside you turns me on big time!"

   "Oh god, it's getting bigger!  His balloon's finally coming up!" her
eyes closed briefly as she savored the sensation of Czar's knot swelling in
her tiny belly, then looked back at me through hooded eyes, "So, like, you
don't mind that I come up here and fuck your dogs?"

   "I think it's great!" I said, "Would you like me to help you feel even
better?"

   "Ooooohhhh, yeah!" It may have been an answer or a reaction to what Czar
was doing.  I chose to interpret it as the former.

   Reaching under the fragile-looking little fairy, I lightly pinched the
tiny pink nipples topping the puffy cones of her aureolae.  Her breasts
were just beginning to mound on her skinny chest.

   "Oh, yeah!  Oooh I like that, Mr.  Brenneman!" She arched her back,
thrusting her chest downward to give me better access.

   Keeping one hand on her little nubbin of a nipple, rolling it softly
back and forth between my finger and thumb, I moistened the middle finger
of my other hand with saliva, and gently massaged her tiny clit.

   "OOOOOHHHHHH GGGGOOOODDD!" she screamed, jerking her hips spasmodically
against my finger and the dog's cock.

   I felt Czar's knot on my wrist as it rapidly shuttled back and forth
inside her tight little belly.  I could tell from the motion that he was
almost home, so I grasped the sheath of her clit between thumb and
forefinger, and as Czar's cock pulsed inside her, I pinched with both
hands, just hard enough to cause a twinge, but no real pain.

   Penny shrieked incoherently for several seconds.  Her hips did a 720
around Czar's spewing firehose, then gave three hard jerks before her head
and shoulders collapsed on her forearms while she mumbled something I
couldn't make out.

   I leaned closer and finally understood her feverish words. 
"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou...OH my GOD!  Thank you!"

   I let her rest for a minute as Czar lifted his leg over her back and
turned around facing the other way.  Penny's eyes rolled back in her head
and she gave another little shudder as the dog's enormous cock and knot
rotated inside her.

   "So, Penelope Noonan," I asked, with mock sternness, "how long have you
been screwing my dogs?"

   She looked up through silvery strands of hair, wide-eyed, then, seeing
my smile, grinned back impishly.  "This is my third time with Czar.  I've
only had Caesar twice, but I think he's my favorite!"

   I raised my eyebrows in question and she continued, "Czar's the
gentleman.  He gives me time to get used to him before his knot swells up,
so I like to have him first, but his knot doesn't last long before he cums!
Caesar's balloon inflates right away and I get to feel it moving inside me
for much longer.  It'd kill me if he went first, but after Czar, I just go
totally crazy when he gets that big ol' thing moving inside me!"

   "Is that all you like about them, Penny?  Their knots?"

   "Oh no!  There's a place inside me that they go through, like a hole
into something else inside me, I thinks it's my cervix, and even though it
hurts like crazy when they first go in, it drives me wild to feel them
poking that deep into me with their pointy tips!" she got a dreamy look in
her eyes, "I also like the way their fur feels on my back and ass, and I
just LOVE the way they hug me with their front legs!  I don't know why.  It
just makes me feel like they REALLY want me!"

   With a prolonged "SLUUUUURPP!", Penny's sopping pussy relinquished its
hold on Czar's shrinking bulge, causing another tiny orgasmic shiver to
ripple through her body.

   "OOOOOHHHH!" she moaned.  Then, looking around the clearing, she spotted
Caesar.  "Caesar!  Come on boy!  It's your turn!"

   As an afterthought, she looked up at me, "You don't mind do you, Mr. 
Brenneman?"

   "No, Penny," I responded with a smile "but I DO have a concern."

   "A concern?" she looked alarmed, "About what?"

   I lifted her to her feet with a hand under her arm.  "Well, Penny, you
were able to find this place and come here more than once without my
knowledge.  That means that someone else could find it too.  I wouldn't
want one of our neighbors to come along and find you coupled with one of
the dogs.  They probably wouldn't be as understanding as I am, so why don't
we take a walk back to my house, and you can finish up with Caesar there?"

   She thought for a moment, then answered seriously,"Oh you're right!  I'd
be totally embarrassed if somebody came along and saw me with the dogs!"

   She started putting on the shorts and halter she had worn to the pool
while I folded her blanket.

   "You know, it's not much further to my house, if you go through the
woods, than it is to here from your mom's place, why don't you just come
there when you want to 'play' with my boys?  You'll have to call first, to
make sure I don't have company, but nobody else will ever see what you do."

   She looked up at me, surprised, the shorts hanging around her knees. 
"You'd let me do that?"

   "Sure!" I smiled.

   She reached out to hug me, exclaiming "Oh, thank you Mr.  Brenneman!"

   I swear, I do believe she ground her pelvis against my thigh several
times as she held me!

   As we walked through the woods, Penny chattered incessantly about pretty
much anything that came into her head.  First it was the dogs, then music,
then school, then boys, and so on.  I found her to be a cheerful,
delightful companion, and though some of her conclusions were flawed,
primarily from lack of experience, she seemed to be in the habit of
thinking for herself, and not just spouting what she'd heard from others.

   As we got nearer the end of our walk, Penny suddenly wrapped both arms
around one of mine and pulled me down to her level.  "Mr._ Brenneman, can I
tell you a secret?"

   Playfully, I stuck a pensive finger to my lips, as though thinking very
hard.  "Well, with what I already know about you, I suppose one more secret
wouldn't hurt!"

   She giggled then whispered conspiratorially, "You know who got me
started fucking dogs?"

   I scratched my head.  "Daffy Duck?"

   Penny whacked me on the shoulder, "No, silly!  It was you!"

   "Me?" I really was shocked.

   She nodded slowly.  "Remember that night a couple of months ago when you
and the sheriff sat at the table next to ours in Lily's diner?"

   At my nod, she continued in a rush, "I got such a crush just looking at
you!  My pussy got all wet just thinking about what it would be like to be
with you.  When I got home, my little dog Pepper was all over me, sniffing
between my legs and everything.  I went out to the barn to get my chores
done, and he followed me and started humping my leg.  Well, I was still
horny as a billy goat, so finally I just laid back on a bale of hay and
pushed my shorts down.  Next thing you know, Pepper's popped my cherry with
his little dick, and his knot got big inside me, and I came like a freight
train!  Well, about a week later, I went skinny dipping in your pool back
there, and here comes Czar and Caesar out of the woods, while I'm laying on
a rock enjoying the sun.  At first I was scared, but when they started
sniffing and licking between my legs, I knew what they wanted, so I just
got on my hands and knees and let them have it!  I was lucky Czar went
first, but it still hurt like hell at first.  He's so much bigger than
Pepper!"

   I looked at her, concern showing in my face, "You are lucky!  Dogs have
no concept of gentleness, and you could have been hurt really bad."

   "I know, now, but I got used to Czar pretty quick, and it worked out
Ok."

   We walked on in silence for a little while, Penny still hugging my arm
between her budding breasts.  Finally, she stopped, and looked up with a
serious expression on her face.

   "Mr.  Brenneman," she asked, still holding my arm, "would you fuck me?"

   I struggled with the best way to phrase my answer and finally replied,
"In a heartbeat, Penny, IF" and I held up a cautionary finger "I could be
reasonably sure of not being arrested, AND your mother said it was ok."

   "Oh, you don't have to worry about me telling anybody!  But I can't ask
my mom for permission!  She'd go through the roof!"

   I stopped and looked down at her.  "Penny, this is very important! 
There are good reasons for the statutory rape laws, though I don't think
most of them apply here, and with the proper assurances that you won't
talk, I'm willing to take the risk.  I can't, however, be the adult that
makes this decision for you.  It's what's called a conflict of interest. 
Even though I like you, and would like to think I'd do what's best for you,
I want to fuck you at least as badly as you want me to, so I can't be sure
that I wouldn't be selfish and say it's all right when you might be harmed
in some way by it.  That's why your mom has to be involved.  If anyone in
this world has your best interest at heart, it's her.  If you can't talk to
her and get her to agree, we can't do it!  It's as simple as that"

   Penny's face lit up when she heard that I wanted her, too, but sobered
again at the difficult choice I was giving her.

   By the time we reached the house, Penny was no longer in the mood for
sex with Caesar, so I gave her a soda and we argued some more.

   "Come on, Mr.  Brenneman!" she begged, "I didn't need Mom's permission
to have sex with the dogs, and you went along with that!"

   "I couldn't turn back the clock, Penny," I replied, "And there was no
point in making you feel bad about it, since it apparently didn't hurt you,
but if I had been there before you did it the first time, I would have done
my best to prevent it, or at least make you get the opinion of someone who
really cares about you!"

   "But mom's already told me I can't have sex with boys!" Penny opined, "I
just know she won't let me do this if she knows about it!"

   I shrugged, "Can't be helped, Penny.  I won't do it without her
approval, no matter how much I want to."

   She tried a clumsy seduction then.  My rejection came close to sending
her into a tantrum - something I had been trying to avoid, but she held
herself in check, dejectedly hung her head, and headed for the door.

   "Penny!" I said, as she pushed open the screen, "There is a thing called
experience that adults have and young people, no matter how smart they are,
are only in the process of gaining.  The role of the the adult is to use
his or her experience to guide the young people so that their experiences
don't hurt them too badly, physically or psychology.  Your mom's experience
is what you need to lean on before you dive into this.  If you can't do
that, then it's better that we don't take the risk, ok?"

   Penny, who had stopped to listen, nodded half-heartedly, then let the
screen door slam behind her.

   I figured I had gotten out of that one cleanly, until two days later
when I got a call from Sarah Noonan.

   "Hello?"

   "Mr.  Brenneman, this is Sarah Noonan." she didn't sound terribly
pleased, "I think we need to talk."

   I didn't need to ask why.  Sarah and I had previously spoken only to
exchange pleasantries in passing, but just so she knew I knew, I asked
"Penny?"

   "Yes."

   I thought for a moment.  "I'm getting ready to barbeque some chicken.  I
can add some hamburgers and you two can join me for dinner, if you like."

   "That's not necessary, Mr.  Brenneman," she WAS pissed, "what I have to
say to you I can say right now!"

   I heard Penny in the background, "Mom!  I already told you it was my
idea, not his!  He's the one that made me come to you!"

   "Still, the way you talked to...!"

   I cut her off.  "Ms.  Noonan!  Are you sure you want to have this
conversation over the phone?  Please, come over.  You don't have to accept
my food, but at least let's have a conversation, not a shouting match."

   There was silence for a few seconds, then "We'll be there in half an
hour!"

   They arrived twenty minutes later, and though Sarah seemed to have
calmed down a bit, I could see she was seething inside.

   I forestalled questions by leading them around to the back yard where
the chicken and hamburgers were in full sizzle on the iron grate of my
natural stone barbeque.  I offered Sarah a beer, which she took by reflex,
and gave Penny a soda, waving them to seats on the lawn furniture.

   When the immediate business of getting them settled in was over, Sarah
started right in, "What's this about you wanting to screw my daughter!?"

   I looked her square in the face and replied calmly, "Every male in the
county wants to screw your daughter, Sarah.  I'm just the lucky guy to whom
she chose to offer the opportunity to do so."

   Penny giggled into her soda, earning a burning glance from her mom.

   "So, instead of turning her down flat," Sarah shot back at me, "you send
her to me to get permission?  What kind of pervert are you?"

   I smiled through the smoke of the grill, turning burgers and checking
the chicken for doneness.  "It would take most of the evening for me to
describe to you what kind of pervert I am, and I wouldn't do that anyway.
In answer to your question, however, I am the kind of pervert who will not
screw your underage daughter, even though she practically threw herself at
me, without your consent.  Your daughter is very intelligent, Sarah, and
has a mind of her own, I'm sure you've noticed.  Had I tried to tell her I
wasn't interested while sporting a hardon halfway down my thigh, she
wouldn't have been convinced.  I elected to tell her the obvious truth
instead of treating her like a child.  I also elected to place a couple of
conditions on my acceptance of her offer: First, I would need to minimize
my chances of being arrested, and second she had to have your permission.
To be honest, I didn't think she'd even have the nerve to approach you.  I
think it speaks well for your relationship with your daughter that, in
spite of her reluctance, she was able to broach the subject with you."

   "So now you're going to try to talk me into letting you have sex with my
daughter!?" her head was snaking back and forth atop her neck as if she
were poised to strike.

   "Actually, no.  I'm going to stay out of it.  Convincing you is Penny's
job, since this whole thing was her idea in the first place.  I will answer
any questions you have as honestly as I can, but I'm not going to try to
talk you into anything."

   Sarah glared skeptically at me.  "You mean you really don't want to have
sex with Penny?"

   "That's not what I said, Sarah." I replied evenly, "I'm just not going
to try to help her convince you."

   "Why not?  If it's really what you want, why the fuck not!"

   I looked at Penny.  "Would you like to tell her?"

   Penny flashed me an 'I'll get you!' glare, then told her mom with an
impish grin, "He's got a conflict of interest."

   "Conflict of interest?" Sarah looked suspiciously back and forth between
us.

   Penny nodded, "Yeah, he really wants to fuck me, but he's not sure it's
in my best interest."

   Sarah stared open-mouthed at her daughter, then at me, temporarily at a
loss for words.

   Finally, she said "So let me get this straight!  You" she pointed at
Penny "want to fuck him," she pointed in my direction, "and you want to
fuck her, but you won't do it without my permission?"

   Penny and I nodded in unison.  I had taken some of the burgers off the
grill, and offered them to the ladies.  Penny got a plate and started
assembling hers, her mother ignored the offer.

   Sarah threw up her hands and said, "Well, the solution's obvious.  I
refuse to give my permission!"

   She looked at me with a 'what do you have to say about THAT' glare, but
when I offered her a plate loaded with chicken and potato salad, she took
it.

   I just shrugged and said "Ok."

   Penny, however, was not so easily deterred.  Through a mouthful of
cheeseburger, she asked "Mom, do you know how I got to talking with Mr. 
Brenneman about this?"

   Her mother, gingerly taking a bite of the still-hot chicken, shook her
head, trying to keep from burning her mouth in the process.

   "He caught me fucking his dogs." Penny was enjoying this a little too
much, I thought.

   The chicken landed on the grass.  "He WHAT!"

   "He caught me fucking..." she paused, "actually, being fucked by...  his
dogs!  He was so cool about it!"

   Sarah whirled on me, ready to attack.  "You found one of your dogs
fucking my baby, and didn't do anything about it!?  You really ARE a
sicko!"

   I shrugged and stood my ground.  "There wasn't anything TO do.  By the
time I got there, Czar's knot was already inflating, and to have tried
pulling them apart would have injured both - perhaps permanently."

   I lied a little about the timing to avoid having to tell her how much
her daughter was enjoying it.  I didn't know how much Penny was willing to
reveal, and I wasn't going to rat her out.

   Penny tugged at her mother's sleeve to get her attention.  "Mom, calm
down!  I've been letting Czar and Caesar screw me for over a month now!  I
LOVE it!  He just happened to walk up while I was in the middle of getting
royally screwed by Czar!  Thanks to him, I never did get around to Caesar,
like I planned!"

   It wasn't the whole truth, but who was I to interrupt when Penny was on
a roll?

   Sarah stared at her daughter, aghast, "You've been letting them fuck you
for more than a month?  How COULD you?"

   Penny just grinned that impish little grin of hers.  She knew she had
her mother on the ropes, but I wasn't sure she was fighting the right
battle.  "It was FUN, mom!  You should try it!  Those dogs really know how
to stick it to a girl!  Besides, they weren't the first."

   Sarah, reeling under the impact of Penny's revelations, gasped "Not the
first?  Then who...?"

   "Pepper." Penny said, simply.

   "Pepper?" Sarah was still lost.  "Pepper's been screwing you too!?"

   Penny relented a little and took her mother's hand.  "Mom, I'm a horny
teenager!  I promised you I wouldn't let boys mess with me, but I had to do
something!  At least the dogs won't give me AIDS or get me pregnant!"

   "So why HIM!  Why do you want to have sex with a man who's so much older
than you?" Sarah was having trouble tracking, apparently.

   Penny gently cradled her mother's head in both hands and turned it in my
direction.  "LOOK at him mom!  He's just SUCH a TOTAL HUNK!  Even you said
so - remember, that night in the cafe?"

   Sarah flushed and replied, "I I didn't...  I mean that's not...  Oh
shit! Why did you have to pick THAT night to finally listen to me!? 
Besides, I thought the dogs were doing it for you - not that I approve,
mind you, but you're right about them not giving you AIDS or getting you
pregnant - can you say the same for him?"

   They both looked at me with the same question in their eyes.

   "I had a vasectomy years ago," I volunteered, "and I can promise that I
have no communicable diseases.  I'll provide medical certification, if you
like."

   "Besides, Mom," Penny chimed in, "as great as the dogs are, they don't
have hands, and they pretty much only care about getting themselves off.  I
want to see what it's like with a real person - someone who knows what he's
doing."

   Sarah, finally getting her bearings, slumped into a lawn chair and took
a long pull from her beer.

   She looked pleadingly in her daughter's direction.  "Honey, I know I
haven't been the best mother, but what have I done to deserve this?"

   Penny sat on the arm of her mother's chair and put an arm around her
shoulder.  "But you HAVE been the best mother!  I know it hasn't been easy
raising me by yourself, and I haven't exactly been the easiest child to
raise, but on the whole, I'd say you've done pretty well.  I'm doing well
in school, and even though I don't have a lot of friends, it's more their
fault for being so narrow minded.  At least you got me the karate training
that kept their teasing from becoming bullying, and I'm really grateful for
that!"

   "I'd like to add," I butted in, "that I've been expecting to hear the
old 'because I told you so' parental cop out for some time now, and the
fact that it hasn't been forthcoming is a tribute to your dedication as a
mother."

   Sarah looked from me to her daughter and back, then back at Penny. 
"Honey, I don't know what to tell you on this.  Every instinct I have as a
mother screams at me to get you away from this pedophile as quickly as I
can, but it's clearly not him pursuing you.  You know I love you, and I'd
do just about anything to make you happy, but how can I give you permission
to sleep with a man who's old enough to be MY father?  I know it's what you
want, and I know you think it's the right thing to do, but how do any of us
know that at some time down the road, when you're older, you won't turn
into some crazed serial killer or worse, for having slept with him when
you're so young?"

   Penny threw her hands in the air, frustration showing in her voice. 
"How can any of us know what the future holds?  I've read about girls who
were traumatized their whole lives after having sex with an older man, but
in every case, the man somehow manipulated the girl into doing something
she wouldn't normally do.  This is something I'm already doing - just with
a different species.  Maybe I WILL become a psychopath down the road, or
MAYBE I'll learn enough about sex to keep other men from taking advantage
of me sexually and making me pregnant before I want to be!"

   "Penny!" I said sharply "Play fair!"

   She looked abashed, but Sarah shook her head, "No, it's a fair argument.
Maybe if I'd been more knowledgeable about sex, George Ralston wouldn't
have been able to take advantage of me and then leave me to raise Penny on
my own."

   "I see," Sarah said, studying me "that you know about that.  What else
do you know about me?"

   I shrugged, "It's a small community, Sarah, and people like to talk.  I
know you've got a reputation as the town slut, but from what I can see,
after one major indiscretion you just kept to yourself and did your best to
raise your daughter on your own.  All the rest - gentleman visitors at all
hours of the night, etc.  seems to be based more on rumor than fact."

   She gave me a long look, "You're a person who'll bear watching, I think.
There's more to you than most people know."

   "People draw their own conclusions about what they see," I said,
noncommitally "I just try to make sure thy only see what I want them to
see."

   "Do you consider yourself a moral person, Mr.  Brenneman?" She took
another pull from her beer.

   I shook my head.  "No.  Personally, I think morality is a smokescreen
behind which corrupt people hide immoral deeds.  I generally try to act out
of what I think of as 'enlightened self-interest'."

   Sarah raised an eybrow.  "'Enlightened self-interest'?  Now that sounds
like a smokescreen if I ever heard one!"

   "No, not really." I took a moment to organize my thoughts before
continuing, "I made the effort, some time ago, to identify for myself those
things that are most important to me - fundamental principles, if you will.
In case you're wondering, sex with underage girls, even ones as pretty as
Penny here, is not one of them, it's just one of the things I do for fun,
if the opportunity arises.  Most of my decision making is based on not
violating those principles.  In that light, pretty much everything I do, I
do for my own reasons and usually for my own benefit."

   She looked confused, "So why didn't you just go ahead and screw Penny
when she propositioned you?"

   "Because it would have violated one or more of those principles. 
Without revealing too many secrets about myself, I will tell you that I
believe that until a person has proven him- or herself unworthy of respect,
that person should be treated with respect.  In addition, I have noted in
my own life, that the better I treat those around me, the better my own
life seems to flow.  Had I accepted Penny's offer outright, it would have
been extremely disrespectful to you.  As a possible direct consequence,
even if Penny never said anything to anyone, you might eventually have
discovered what we were doing and had me arrested.  Therefore it was in my
best interest to either get you on board or not take the risk of going
through with it."

   I drank from my own beer, then continued, "Viewed from one perspective,
the act seems selfless, even noble.  From another it's base and selfish. 
You fill in your own motivation.  People are complex, but I happen to
believe that even the most selfless acts have selfish motivations.  If I
give a homeless person money, do I do it because I'm just generous, or
because I get a good feeling from doing it?  If a soldier throws himself on
a live grenade, does he do it because he wants to save the lives of others,
or because he couldn't stand the thought of being the one left alive after
the grenade went off, with comrades lying dead around him?  I don't believe
that viewing things in this light makes other people look worse, given that
we're all pretty much the same.  It simply helps us to understand them
better.

   "All that said, I have other reasons, also in my best interest, that I
don't think I'm going to discuss with you, just now, except to say that I
mean neither you or you daughter any harm."

   Sarah tried to turn my own argument back on me.  "But isn't that being
disrespectful to me?"

   "No, that's not trusting you - a separate issue." I replied evenly,
"Another of my principles is to never trust anyone too much until they have
proven worthy of that trust, or until I can verify that they believe it is
strongly in their best interest to not betray my trust.  For instance, I
don't yet know Penny well enough to trust her implicitly, even though I'm
inclined to do so.  For most interactions we're likely to have, however, I
can trust her not to reveal too much because it's not in her best interest
for me to reveal what I know about her and her relationship with my dogs."

   At the women's alarmed expression, I held up a placating hand.  "Don't
panic!  You both know enough about me and the dog incident that it would be
damaging to me if I were to tell what I know, because then you and Penny
would tell your stories.  So in this matter, at least, we can trust each
other.  The other part, about me not wanting to tell you all my
motivations, is a separate issue that will become clear if and when we
reach that level of trust."

   Sarah leaned back in her chair staring pensively into the darkening sky.
"If, IF I should consent to this, God forbid, how would I know you wouldn't
hurt Penny?"

   "I can't promise she'll not feel pain, Ms.  Noonan.  Just the disparity
in our sizes makes that almost impossible.  What I can and will guarantee
is that she'll sustain no physical injury.  I can be a rough, demanding
lover when the situation warrants it, but when circumstances are otherwise,
as they would be with her, I know ways of preparing a woman for pleasure
that the Kama Sutra never thought of.

   Penny's ears had perked up at this last exchange.  "You mean you'll let
me do it?"

   Sarah was taken aback, "I still haven't decided, dear!  I'm so afraid
that you'll be terribly hurt, or worse!"

   "Let me show you something, Mother." she plopped down beside Caesar who
was engaged in his second favorite hobby - licking himself.  Penny spit
into one hand, and with the other started stroking Caesar's sheath up and
down his shaft.  As the pink, pointy end nudged it's way further out of the
hairy tube, her saliva-slicked hand went to work on the sensitive flesh. 
She apparently knew what he liked, because in moments he had a full,
dripping erection surrounded in the middle by his softball sized knot. 
When Penny was satisfied that he was at full staff, she moved aside, giving
Sarah a good look at the angry purple spear with the enormous bulge near
its base.

   "This is what I've been fucking, Mom!" she gave it an obscene shake,
causing Caesar to whimper slightly.  "If I can take this without getting
hurt, I think I can handle Mr.  Brenneman!"

   Sarah's hand was at her breast, her eyes wide with shock.  "Oh My God,
Penny!  How did you ever...?"

   Penny smiled back at her mom, "Oh, it hurt the first time, big time! 
But once I got used to it, it was DIVINE!"

   Sarah looked at me, as if asking for help.

   "Hey, don't look at me!" I shrugged, smiling "I'm conflicted, remember?"

   Penny went back to her mother's chair and sat on it's arm.  "Please,
Mom? Mr.  Brenneman is a really nice man, and I just know he won't hurt
me!"

   "But Penny," Sarah wailed, "you're only fourteen, and he's..."

   When she looked at me questioningly, I filled in, "...forty six."

   "...forty six!" she continued "By the time you're my age, he'll be sixty
two!"

   The tiny blonde teenager shook her head exasperatedly at her mom. 
"Mother!  I want to FUCK him, not MARRY him!  I'm way too young to even
think about marrying ANYBODY!"

   "No offense, Mr.  Brenneman!" she shot over her shoulder at me.

   "None taken, Penny." Then, to Sarah, "Marriage wasn't exactly on my mind
either, Ms.  Noonan."

   Finally, Sarah drained the last of her beer and said, "Look, let me
sleep on it, ok?  You don't seem to be the monster I thought you were, but
I'm still not sure this is right for Penny."

   I took her empty, saying "Sure.  This is a decision that shouldn't be
made quickly."

   I saw them back to their pickup, then went around back and fed the dogs
the uneaten hamburgers.

   I didn't hear from either of them for a couple of days, and was
beginning to think that the whole thing would just blow over.

   I was working in my shop when the phone rang.  When I picked up the shop
extension, Sarah didn't wait for my 'Hello', but started right in.

   "Mr.  Brenneman, this is Sarah Noonan.  Look, I've gone over this from
every angle I can think of, and while I've still got butterflies in my
stomach over it, I just can't think of a good reason not to let it happen."
I could hear her take a deep breath on the other end of the line, "So I'm
giving my consent, but there are conditions!"

   I waited, muttering "Uh huh." just to let her know I was listening.

   "First, I need to be there."

   I didn't see a need to tell her that that was one of my conditions as
well, so I just said, "Ok."

   "Second, she's got to stop 'playing' with your dogs!"

   "I can't promise that, Sarah.  I didn't even know she was doing it until
the other day, and if she chooses to find another out of the way place to
play with the dogs when neither of us is watching, she can do that.  They
like her."

   She thought for a moment.  "Ok, but you're not to encourage her!"

   "I can promise that if it's what you really want, but are you sure you
want to make it so that the only way she can play with them is where
neither of us can supervise?"

   "On shit!  I hadn't thought of it that way!" there was silence for a
moment "Yeah, you're right.  If she wants to do it, it should at least be
where an adult can watch, and help if the dogs get too rough."

   I didn't say anything, and after a while she continued, "So how do you
want to do this?"

   "Why don't you two come over for dinner tomorrow night, and we'll talk
about it?" I invited.

   I didn't want to sound like I was in a rush, despite my own excitement
over the prospect of bedding her beautiful young daughter.

   "Ok.  We'll be there about seven?"

   "That sounds good, Sarah," then I thought of something else, "and Sarah?
Why don't the two of you dress up?  We'll make it a special night."

   They both looked ravishing when they arrived at seven on the dot. 
Sarah's five foot four inch frame was tightly sheathed in a black evening
gown that left little to the imagination.  Her hair was a darker shade of
blonde than Penny's and cut just below her ears in a modifed pageboy, with
bangs sweeping left to right across her forehead.  Sarah's figure was lush,
with lovely, soft curves in all the right places, but in profile her belly
was flat with only a slight rounding just above her pubic bone, which
showed prominently through the clinging material of the dress.  The cloth
of the dress clung lovingly to her shoulders, sweeping low across the tops
of her breasts and dipping to a daring depth between them.  I thought if I
got close enough, I'd be able to see her navel through the cleft.

   Penny was similarly attired in black, though her dress clung less
tightly to her slender hips and torso.  I was pleased to see that she had
elected not to wear a bra, and the flat little mounds of her budding
breasts pushed her conical aureolae and tiny nipples fetchingly against the
gauzy fabric of her gown, whose high neckline provided an excellent
backdrop for a lovely diamond and ruby pendant.  Her long platinum hair was
gathered at the back of her head in a severe bun, that made her look very
elegant while highlighting her long, slender neck, and delicate ears.  She
wore no other jewelry, and the effect was stunning.

   Both ladies wore high heels which shaped their calves, highlighted
tantalizingly by the slits running down one side of each skirt.  As Sarah
climbed the stairs to my porch, I thought I caught a glimpse of stocking
top and garter.

   In my tuxedo, I ushered the ladies into the dining room where a catered
meal from one of the finest establishments in San Francisco awaited us, lit
only by the candles in the middle of the table and on the sideboard.  Only
one of the caterers remained to act as waiter, and he had instructions to
disappear immediately after dessert.

   For this occasion I removed the large dining table and substituted a
smaller, round one that allowed the three of us to enjoy a more intimate
meal.

   For the duration of the meal, which was served in seven courses, I kept
the conversation light - steering it away from the evening's real purpose,
but allowing it to skirt sexual subjects, leaving plenty of opportunity for
titillating innuendo and sexual metaphor.  Sarah and Penny joined willingly
in my little game, blushing prettily at the thoughts that were evoked, and
contributing their own double entendres and risque anecdotes.

   After dessert, the caterer served us each a small glass of excellent
port, and, at my nod, took his leave.  Penny picked up her glass and shot
her mother an inquiring look.  At Sarah's nod of acquiesence, she took a
sip of the sugary wine.

   Delight spread across her face as the little girl made an appearance
from behind the facade of the sophisticated young lady.  "This is good!"

   She made as if to down the rest of the glass, but I gently restrained
her hand.  "Easy, Penny, that stuff is stronger than it tastes.  Relax, and
sip it slowly."

   Looking across at Sarah, I asked, "Shall we move this into the other
room?" I nodded toward the living room.

   I deliberately left my untouched glass on the table as the ladies picked
up theirs and followed me into the other room.  I seated myself in the
center of the sofa, and Penny, as if it were the most natural thing to do,
sat on my left, close against my thigh.  Sarah made for one of the
armchairs, but I caught her eye and patted the sofa to my right.

   She hesitated for a moment, trying to divine my intentions, but joined
us on the sofa.  I reached into my pocket momentarily and fingered a
sequence of buttons.  When I got the answering pattern of vibrations from
my security system that told me the caterer had really left the premises, I
turned to Sarah.  "I understand that you have given Penny permission to
have sex with me, is that still the case?"

   This was as much for the security recordings for my protection should
Sarah change her mind later as it was to confirm that we had the go ahead.

   Sarah nodded.  By now I had an arm around each of their shoulders, and
was gently stroking them - Sarah, on her bare flesh with my fingertips, and
Penny through her dress, with my palm.

   I turned to Penny.  "Do you still want to have sex with me?"

   At her eager nod, I asked, "Do you mind if your mother watches, to make
sure I don't harm you?"

   Sarah's face twisted up, but kept its smile as she replied, "It's a
little weird, but no, I don't mind."

   I leaned over and kissed Sarah on the cheek, whispering in her ear. 
"We're going to ignore you for a little while, ok?  This first part needs
to be for Penny alone.  Later, if you feel like joining in, well, just go
with the flow."

   I took my arm from Sarah's shoulder and reached across, lifting Penny's
chin with the edge of my forefinger.  Slowly, gazing passionately into her
eyes, I leaned over and kissed her gently.  Her mouth opened to greet me,
and her arms slipped around my neck as my tongue slowly entered her mouth.
She moaned into my mouth and pressed urgently against me.  I felt Sarah
move to a chair across the room so she could get a better view.

   Standing up, I held out my hand for Penny's, helping her to her feet and
turning her by the shoulders until she was facing away from me, offering a
lovely profile to her mother.

   I slowly pulled the tab of her zipper to it's stop and slipped the
fabric of the dress off one shoulder, taking care to use the flat of my
hand whenever I touched her so I wouldn't set off her tickle reflexes.  I
bent, open mouthed, and firmly, but gently, kissed the curve of her neck
where it met her slender shoulder, sending a shudder through her body.  I
repeated the procedure on the other side, this time eliciting a low moan,
as I gently bit the soft flesh of her shoulder.  With the front of the
dress still hiding her chest, I slipped my hands underneath her arms inside
the fabric, and engulfed her delicate breasts, warming them in the palms of
my hands.

   Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Sarah rubbing her thighs together
as she watched from her chair.

   Penny's hands came up and cupped mine from outside the fabric, pressing
them more firmly to her chest.  Returning to the other shoulder, I kissed
and bit softly, just letting her feel the pressure of my teeth, while
rolling her tender nipples between thumb and forefinger.

   Penny moaned and wrapped one arm around my neck as I continued to nibble
at her neck and shoulders, her other hand pulling mine tighter to her
breast, her little buttocks grinding against me through the diaphanous
cloth.

   I gently forced Penny's arms to her sides, and slid the dress off her
arms, letting it fall to puddle around her feet.  To my utter delight, she
too wore a garter belt and stockings, surmounted by a sheer lacy panty that
was cut high on the sides and only covered about half of her slender
buttocks.  I didn't take a lot of time admiring her, since I didn't want
her standing there, cold and alone, too long.

   Resuming my position behind her, I pulled her close against me by
reaching across the front of her body to recapture her right nipple with my
left hand, while slipping the flat of my right hand down to cover her
mound. Penny gasped and when her head lolled back against my shoulder, I
took her right earlobe between my lips and nibbled at it gently, sending
chills down her spine.

   Sarah was breathing heavily.  She had both hands clasped between her
thighs, and couldn't seem to find a comfortable position in her chair.

   "Undress me?" I whispered into Penny's ear.

   Reluctantly, she stepped clear of the ring of dress fabric, showing off
a pair of long, slender legs that any model would have killed for. 
Fumbling from nervousness, lust, and unfamiliarity with the fastenings on
men's clothes, she still had me out of my tuxedo, shirt, trousers and shoes
in very short order, and was kneeling at my feet staring fixedly at the
tent in my boxers.

   As she reached for it, I gently pulled her to her feet.  I kissed her
again, and cradling her shoulders with my right arm while hers were around
my neck, bent quickly to sweep my left in behind her knees and pick her up.
Looking over my shoulder at Sarah, with an 'are you coming?' glance, I
carried my baby lover into my bedroom and laid her gently on the bed.  The
lights were on a dimmer and I had turned them low before the ladies
arrived. In their softened glow, Penny's face seemed to radiate a light of
its own.

   Sarah slipped into the room and headed for the chair beside the bed.  As
she passed me, I touched her shoulder, and reaching for the zipper at the
back of her dress, asked "May I?"

   She was torn by indecision but finally the sight of her lovely daughter
waiting on the bed for my return overcame her and she nodded.  I unzipped
her and helped her slip the dress off, then held out my hand toward the
chair in an invitation for her to sit, while I admired her more voluptous
figure, laciviously clothed in garter belt, stockings, high heels, and an
almost non-existent thong.

   It was not Sarah's turn, however, and I returned to the bed where my
young lover lay, unconsciously licking her lips at the sight of her
beautiful mother, clad in such a lust inciting manner.

   One at a time, I lifted her long, shapely legs, and slowly slipped the
high heeled sandals from her tiny feet, kissing each foot as it came free.
From this angle, I could see the moisture seeping through the crotch of her
panties.  I reached past her knees and slowly peeled the garment down her
legs, holding it to my nose and sniffing the delicate aroma.

   Penny watched this display through lust-filled eyes.  Dropping the
panties over the bedpost, I quickly skinned out of my boxers and knelt
beside her on the bed, my dripping erection slapping my belly each time I
moved.  The young teenager reached for it as I climbed on the bed, but I
gently forced her hands up and back, whispering, "Pretend they're tied
there!"

   She moaned in frustration, but did as I asked, and I bent and kissed her
again on the mouth.  After a long, lingering kiss, during which my hands
roamed freely over her body, I worked my way down her torso, touching only
with the flats of my hands, my lips, and my tongue.  When I reached the
tender mounds on her chest, I mouthed each of them for a good long while,
playing with the nipples with my tongue, ever so gently nipping them with
my teeth, and occasionally sucking the entire breast into my mouth.

   Penny's breath rasped in her throat between moans and her pussy leaked
fluid over my fingers as they played inside her, gently stroking her G spot
as my palm rested on her clit.  Her hips rhythmically rose and fell, trying
to suck my invading digits in further.

   When I changed position and replaced my hand with my tongue, Penny
shrieked her way through her first orgasm.  I didn't let up, though, and
continued to suck, lick and nibble at her most private flesh, while my
hands kneaded her breasts and abused her poor little nipples.  Three more
times she came, each louder and longer than the last.  As she approached
the precipice for her fifth climax, I suddenly backed off, leaving her
moaning in frustration.

   I changed position until I was kneeling between her slender legs, her
diminutive body all but disappearing under my larger frame.  With the tip
of my engorged cock resting at the sopping entrance to her pussy, I bent
and whispered in her ear.  "Are you ready for me, Penny?"

   She threw her arms around me and thrust upward with her pelvis, moaning,
"Oooooh, yesss!"

   I pulled back as she pushed forward, eliciting another frustrated moan,
then grabbed her hips and held them steady as I allowed myself to sink
slowly into her depths, watching her face for signs of pain.  The ring of
her entrance had no trouble accepting me, since it had many times swallowed
the semi-inflated knots of the dog cocks, but when I started beyond the
reach of their knots, her eyes shot open, and a small grimace tightened her
mouth.  I'm not as long as the dogs, but my shaft is thicker than the part
of theirs that precedes the knot, so I slowed and allowed her to become
accustomed to my girth.

   With four inches of my cock still cooling in the breeze, its head came
up against the hard bump of her cervix.  Penny's eyes could have burned me
with the intensity of their passion as she said, "Oooooh, that's the place!
That's the secret pleasure hole!  If you push hard enough, you can go
inside and it'll drive me WILD!"

   I held still and cautioned, "It will hurt, Penny.  I'm bigger around
than the dogs."

   She thrust upward and said loudly, "I don't care!  Just do it!  I want
you all the way inside!"

   I glanced over at Sarah, whose left hand was pinching and pulling at her
nipple while her right hand shuttled rapidly back and forth inside her
thong.  She shrugged and nodded, her strokes getting more intense as she
contemplated what I was about to attempt.

   Fortunately for both of us, the dogs had entered this inner sanctum a
number of times, so it was accustomed to being penetrated, but try as I
might, there was no way to push my cock gently through the muscular ring.
Finally, on one desperate plunge, with Penny pushing against my thrust, the
head of my cock burst through the constriction and banged against the end
of her womb as my balls slapped the cheeks of her ass.

   Penny went rigid and shrieked in agony.  I didn't dare pull out for fear
that it would just magnify the pain.  Sarah was at Penny's side in an
instant, but Penny, through gritted teeth, pushed her away.  "I'm,
aaaggghh! I'm o-ok, Mom!  Just let me get used to it!  This isn't nearly as
bad as when Czar did it the first time!"

   Reluctantly, Sarah went back to her chair, and I held as still as I
could while Penny's insides spasmed around my bloated cock, struggling to
accommodate its girth.  Sweat broke out on her grimacing face, but after a
while she was able to relax a bit.  Soon, her hips started moving
experimentally, then with more assurance, as the tortured muscles gradually
stretched around me.

   "Oooooooooh!" she cooed "Now try pulling it out, slowly!"

   I did as she instructed, and we both shivered at the sensation of the
tight little ring sliding off the tip of my glans.  When I was almost all
the way out, she grabbed my buttocks and guided me back in.  This time, it
took much less pressure to glide through the constrictive opening, and
though Penny grimaced a bit, she kept pulling me inward.  Once again my
cock stretched the top of her womb as a beatific grin crept across her
features.

   Using her hands on my hips to guide me, she gradually increased the
speed of my thrusts until she was satisfied that she could take me easily,
then she threw her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and
whispered fiercely in my ear, "Now!  Do it!  Fuck me, Mr.  Brenneman!  Fuck
my slutty little underage ass off!"

   Those instructions seemed pretty clear, so, still mindful of the frailty
of her fourteen year-old frame, I began pistoning rapidly in and out of her
gushing, grasping little pussy, slamming her into the mattress as hard as I
dared.  Penny moaned, groaned, shrieked and spasmed her way through six or
seven more orgasms as I did my best to nail her to the mattress, using
every trick I knew to hold off my own culmination.

   When I felt I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, I unwrapped
Penny's legs from my waist and gently pushed them toward her shoulders.  As
I suspected, she was quite limber and I had no difficulty crossing her
ankles behind her head.  At first puzzled, Penny soon caught on and helped
me out by dropping her arms to trap her legs behind her.

   I raised up on my hands and asked her, "Are you ready?  I'm going really
deep this time!"

   She nodded and waited expectantly as I slowly pushed in as far as I
could go, her hooded eyes going large and round as I probed deeper than
ever before.  When I saw no signs of pain, however, I resumed my thrusting,
reveling in the exquisite sensation of her cervix gobbling up first my
glans then several inches of my shaft before I collided with the spongy
walls of her womb, then luxuriating to the feel of it sucking and nibbling
at me on the outstroke.

   I gradually increased my pace until I was once again pounding her
fragile little pelvis into the mattress, going deeper and deeper with each
stroke as my cock swelled to unheard of dimensions.  Penny met every stroke
and scrabbled at my waist with her hands, pulling me into her harder and
harder.  She thrashed and moaned beneath me as I plumbed depths that not
even the dog's formidable shafts had reached.  As I reached my peak, I
plunged deep into her womb and held her tightly to me as my abnormally
swollen member grew even larger before finally erupting like a geyser deep
inside her spasming belly.  The heat of my discharge sent Penny over the
edge and her hips circled my impaling shaft several times before jerking
rapidly three or four times as she screamed her orgasm to the gods, her
clasping muscles milking every drop of juice from my rapidly wilting
member.

   On the other side of the room, I heard Sarah's moans, and, out of the
corner of my eye, saw her body curl up around the hand in her crotch, then
shoot out straight as a board, staring fixedly at the tableau on the bed.

   My arms and legs felt like jelly, but I forced myself up and gently
un-pretzeled Penny's legs while she lay in a stupor beneath me.  Hooking
one of my legs over hers, I rolled sideways, bringing her with me, until I
lay on my back with Penny's body draped on top, still twitching and
spasming occasionally around my still embedded cock.

   We lay like that for several minutes, Sarah and I catching our breath
while Penny slowly came back to life.  When she had the strength to move,
she stretched her face up to mine, and tenderly kissed my lips, whispering,
"Thank you, Mr.  Brenneman!  That was everything I hoped for!"

   We rested a few more minutes as our breathing slowly returned to normal,
then, from Sarah's corner, came a hoarse whisper, rasping out of her dry
throat, "Finish it!"

   Penny and I both looked quizzically at her.

   She cleared her throat, then repeated, "Finish it!  She's got two more
holes and she might as well get them all broken in at once!"

   I pushed a few strands of Penny's hair out of my face and looked at her.
She didn't seem as angry as the words sounded, but looked very determined.

   "That's pretty much up to Penny, Sarah!" I said, hoping to head off a
nasty scene.

   Penny rolled off me, moaning as my limp member slid from the grasp of
her slimy hole.  "What are you talking about?  What's to finish?  What do
you mean I have two more holes?"

   Then it hit her and she gasped, "You mean my mouth?  And my...?"

   Penny's hand involuntarily reached behind her, as if to protect her
backside.

   Sarah's face softened, but didn't lose its determination.  "That's
right, sweetie.  If you're going to learn about sex, you might as well
learn all of it."

   Penny looked lost.  "Can you do that?  Can you get fucked in the mouth
and the...butt?"

   Sarah smiled, "Yes, dear, you can!  In fact some men like those places
more than your pussy."

   I thought it was time to put my two cents worth in, and said, "Yes,
Penny, it's physically possible to do that, and many women, though not all,
enjoy it.  In this particular case, however, you had an easier time
accepting me in your pussy because you'd already had the dogs.  That's not
the case with your mouth and ass."

   Penny looked at her mom, then back at me.  "If I want to, will you help
me?  Will you teach me how, Mr.  Brenneman?"

   I studied Penny's tiny body before answering.  "There's no way you're
going to get more than the head of my cock in your mouth without damaging
something, so a true mouth fuck is out of the question.  With time and
patience, and a little luck, we might be able to get it up your ass, but it
will hurt like hell!  If I were you, I'd either find someone smaller, or
wait until you're bigger."

   Penny looked troubled.  "Please, Mr.  Brenneman!  Isn't there something
you can do?"

   Suddenly, as I listened to Penny, a bolt of inspiration hit me, and I
snapped my fingers and exclaimed, "Yes!  If your mom will help!?"

   As I said this I looked pointedly in Sarah's direction.  She looked
confused, and a little skeptical, but slowly nodded her head, after all,
this part was her idea.

   "Wait here!" I told them, and, still naked, I grabbed the remote from my
pants pocket in the living room and made a mad dash to the dungeon.  I
returned a few minutes later with a small duffle filled with the items I
thought we'd need.  Dropping it on the bed, I unzipped it and turned to
Penny.

   "Now, there's no way your throat can handle something the size of me,
and even taking me in your mouth you risk a dislocated jaw, so I'm going to
ask your mother to teach you the fine art of fellatio - oral sex performed
on a man." With that, I motioned Sarah over, and from the duffle, pulled
out a dildo harness with a six inch, lifelike dildo already attached.

   I had Sarah step though the leg loops, then snugged the device against
her crotch, getting a little grunt out of her as the clit stimulator inside
nestled into her folds and bumped her still sensitive button.

   Comprehension dawned on both of their faces as I made the final
adjustments and Penny's mom stood there beside the bed sporting a new cock.

   Penny giggled, and in a mock-seductive voice, asked "Can I suck your
cock, mom?" Then went into fits of hysterical laughter at her own joke,
rolling backwards on the bed as she did.

   Moments later, she shrieked for a different reason as I jammed a
fingerful of K-Y up her unprepared rectum.  "Hey!  What the hell are you
doing!?"

   I grinned down at her and said "Starting the process of preparing your
ass for my cock!"

   Penny grumbled a bit, but soon got used to the presence of my finger in
her rear.  At least her laughing fits had stopped.

   "Ok, Penny, what I want you to do is lay down on your back with your
head hanging over the edge of the bed, there by your mother.  Sarah, I've
laid out a series of dildos within easy reach there," I pointed to the row
of rubber cocks that ranged between seven and ten inches long, with varying
thicknesses.  "Start with the one you're wearing, and as she gets used to
it, swap it out for the next one.  I'll leave it up to you to decide how
much she can handle.  I'm going to be doing something similar on this end,
and Penny, your job is to concentrate on giving each of those dildos the
best feeling you can, as if they were real cocks.  Can you do that?"

   She looked dubious, but nodded her head.

   "Ok, just so you know, I'm going to start putting things in your cute
little butt.  Each one will be a little bit bigger than the last, so
there'll be some stretching and maybe a little bit of pain each time I
change dildos, but since we're not going right to the big ones, hopefully
it won't be too bad."

   She nodded again.

   Sarah looked flushed as she offered her 'cock' to Penny's mouth, and I
couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or arousal, but she didn't hesitate
to stick the plastic phallus between her daughter's lovely lips.  "Wrap
your tongue around it, dear.  Imagine it's a lollipop or an ice cream cone.
That's it, Penny.  Make it feel really good."

   As she coached her daughter, Sarah rocked more and more of the dildo
into her.  "It's going to touch the back of your throat pretty soon,
sweetheart, and that'll make you feel like throwing up, but don't give in
to that feeling.  Take a deep breath and relax your throat.  No!  Don't let
it get to you!  There you go baby!  That's it!  Now relax a little
more..a.Good!  It's all the way in now, Penny.  Just relax and breathe
through your nose.  Just relax...  That's great, dear, now I'm going to
pull it out and we'll start again.  Here we go!"

   As the plastic shaft cleared Penny's throat, I quickly shoved a four
inch sharply tapered butt plug up her ass.  It wasn't much thicker at its
widest point than my finger, so after a quick flinch of surprise, she
relaxed and accepted its presence.  As Sarah started inward again, I took
hold of the flared base and worked the little probe slowly in and out a
couple of inches at a time.  Penny's hips started working in time with the
dildo as she rhythmically sucked and licked the dildo invading her mouth. I
picked up the next size probe, a still slender six incher that was slightly
thicker than the first.

   I dipped it in the lube and showed it to Sarah.  She nodded and
unsnapped the dildo from her harness, leaving it embedded in Penny's
throat. She quickly attached the seven inch, slightly thicker one, pulled
out the smaller one, and started inserting the larger as though it was just
the return stroke from the first.  Penny moaned a little as the two larger
probes embedded themselves in her body, but didn't seem to be in any real
distress.  Soon she was grinding her hips against the one in her ass while
trying to strip the rubber off the one in her mouth.

   Sarah and I continued for an hour like this, until we had progressed to
the largest dildos I had made available.  Try as she might, Penny couldn't
accept the ten inch dildo beyond its head, so Sarah went back to the nine
inch and started instructing her daughter in the finer points of pleasing a
man's cock with her mouth - coaching her not only on what to do with her
mouth and tongue, but how to use her hands to fondle available body parts,
and even stick a finger or two up the guy's ass to massage his prostate. 
Watching this, I just knew I had to test Sarah's technique at the earliest
opportunity.

   Penny's ass, being more flexible than her mouth, eventually accepted and
ultimately enjoyed a thick ten-inch dildo.  After plying her increasingly
willing ass with the plastic for another fifteen minutes, and even wringing
a small climax out of her, I pulled it out and turned her face down, with
her little white butt in the air, telling her to grab her ankles and hold
on.  After lubing my own cock, which had regained its former glory some
time ago, I aligned it with her no longer tiny pucker, and slid in to the
hilt in one long, slow, greasy, exquisite slide.

   Feeling the warmth of my cock, instead of the cool plastic of the dildo,
Penny emitted a low moan into the bedclothes, and ground herself against
me, squeezing and massaging my flesh with the tight sheath of her ass.

   "How does that feel, Penny?" I breathed in her ear, "How do you like
having a big cock in your guts?"

   "Ummmmmmm!" she rotated her hips experimentally, "It aches a little,
deep inside, but, oh GOD, it feels, uhhhh, wierd, oooo, wonderful, aaaahhh,
soft and like, hard at the same time.  It's sooooo NASTY!  I can't BELIEVE
how far it reaches inside me!  OOOOOH GODDD!"

   She shuddered through another small climax just thinking about what we
were doing.

   Just as slowly as I entered, I withdrew until I could see the ring of
her anus bulging out around the collar of my glans.

   Penny released her ankles and reached behind her to pull me back in.

   "Tell me how you feel, Penny!" I whispered "Let your mom and I know what
you're feeling!  Keep telling us as I fuck your tiny little butt with my
big ol' nasty dick!"

   "OOOH, yeah!" she cried "I love it when you're deep inside me!  Fuck me
deep and hard!  Oh, no!  Oh don't pull out!  I feel so empty!  ooooOOOOO!
Like THAT!  It feels like you're fucking my stomach, and my ass just loves
feeling you slide in and out!"

   I continued prodding her, slow and deep, for several minutes while she
raved about the feeling, getting more and more animated around my shaft. 
The feeling around my cock of her guts churning to move out of the way, and
her inner sphincter caressing the head and shaft like a tight, smooth,
greasy hand as I stroked, while the mouth of her sphincter chewed and
sucked at me was delicious and exciting.  The sight of the tree trunk of my
cock rooted in the diminutive little girl's most private opening, while she
cooed and reveled in the deepest of penetrations was heavenly, and when I
put my hands on her waist and discovered that my fingers overlapped on her
belly while my thumbs were touching on her back, I got a shocking
realization of just how small my lover really was.

   I was ready to explode any minute, and Penny was roller coastering
through cum after cum.

   I pulled her upright against me and stood beside the bed while my cock
in her ass supported most of her weight.

   "Spread your legs so your mother can see how deep my cock is in your
ass!" I whispered.

   Sarah, who had not moved from her position by the bed while I was
sodomizing Penny, knelt as if in a trance and watched raptly as I slowly
lifted Penny to the tip of my cock by the backs of her knees, and dropped
her, repeatedly, onto my rigid pole.  Each time she fell, Penny gave a
little shriek, and shuddered through another climax.

   I snapped my fingers to get Sarah's attention.  On about the third snap,
she finally looked my way.  I motioned for her to rise, and when she
finally got the message, I grabbed the end of the artificial cock she still
wore, and pulled it toward Penny's hairless, dripping cunt.

   Both of their eyes went wide, but Sarah, as if she had no power to
resist, bent her knees to get the proper angle, and when I had the tip of
the dildo securely nestled in the mouth of Penny's opening, she abruptly
straightened her legs, driving the nine inch plastic penis full length into
her daughter.

   In the mirror, I watched Penny wince as her little pussy, which was
constricted by the presence of my pole in her ass, stretched to accommodate
the artificial phallus.  Sarah, still wearing her high heels, was at just
the right height to match my thrusts into her daughter.  She pulled Penny's
ankles up to rest on her shoulders while I played with her over-sensitive
nipples and tiny tits.

   "OOOOOO, NNNNNOOOO!" Penny wailed, feeling herself impaled front and
rear, and helpless to do anything about it.

   Sarah and I held still to give her body time to accustom itself to the
double penetration, and soon, Penny's hips were in motion again, rocking
back to get me as far up her ass as she could, then jerking forward to take
the dildo deep in her pussy.

   Soon, her cries had changed to "OOOOO YYYEEESSS!  I never knew two
people could fuck me at once!  It's soooo dirty!  Oh mom, YOU're fucking me
too!  OOOOO SHIT!"

   As she blasted through another climax, Sarah, as though connected to her
beautiful young daughter by wires, bent and glued her mouth to Penny's,
giving her a long, loving kiss that Penny returned with gusto, while
snapping her hips back and forth, fucking herself front and rear.

   Soon, as if by some strange, silent agreement, Sarah and I took charge
of the fucking, pulling out and slamming back in at the same time.

   Penny climbed higher and higher, screaming, moaning, and clinging to her
mother's neck for dear life.

   I couldn't hold back any longer, and I stabbed deep into Penny's colon,
blasting load after load up her spasming rectum.  The feel of my cum
splashing against the walls of her gut sent Penny into space.  She totally
lost it, twisting and squirming between us, screaming to high heaven, then
slipping down into a guttural growl as her body gave a final heave and
collapsed limply on our impaling shafts.  Her climax sent Sarah over the
edge in a fiery chain reaction as she pounded and ground her pelvis against
the clit stimulator inside the dildo harness, stirring Penny's insides with
her spasmodic movements.

   Sarah collapsed backwards, just making it to the chair before her legs
gave out, and I sat on the edge of the bed, steering Penny and myself onto
our sides while my cock still jerked and spat inside her.

   As we lay there, gasping for breath, Sarah asked, in a troubled voice,
"So, where - where do we go - from here?"

   I grinned as best I could over Penny's heaving shoulder, and said
"Straight to hell, no doubt."

   "Don't joke with me, Mr.  Brenneman," she said soberly, "I'm really
concerned about what we've just done, especially my part in it!  I've just
committed incest, for God's sake!  I don't know what came over me, but I
couldn't seem to help myself!  She just looked so damn sexy!  What the hell
am I gonna do now!?"

   Penny stirred and propped her disheveled head, whose elegant bun had
long ago vanished, on her hand, smiled tenderly at her mother and said, "Do
it again?"

   "Do it ag...!!!?" Sarah started to explode, but her face crumbled and
she asked in a meek little voice, "You mean you're not upset at me, baby?"

   Penny slowy pulled her ass off my cock, moaning as it slipped slowly
out, twitching and jumping, still hard.  She shook her head to get the hair
out of her face, and sat in her mother's lap, taking care to avoid the
dildo.

   "Mom," she said, wrapping her arms affectionately around her mother's
neck "this has been THE most WONDERFUL night of my life!  I enjoyed sex
with the dogs, but I never DREAMED it could be so totally AWESOME!  I
really enjoyed what Mr.  Brenneman did, but when you joined in, and I knew
you wanted me like a lover and not just a mother, it totally blew me away!
This has been the most fantastic, awesome, incredible....!  I just don't
know how to describe how totally off the hook it was for me when you and
Mr. Brenneman were fucking me at the same time!  I mean, I know he likes
me, and from the looks of him," she glanced pointedly at my still rigid
erection and giggled, "he REALLY likes me, but you LOVE me!  I felt it in
your kiss and in the way you held me, and it just drove me absolutely
WILD!"

   Sarah was not to be consoled.  "But honey, what I did - that was incest!
It's wrong!"

   Penny gave me a pleading look, and I said, "Sarah..." when she didn't
look at me, I repeated it, more sharply, "Sarah!"

   When I had her attention, I calmed my voice, continuing, "Technically
what you did was incest, but are you aware of the reasons for incest laws?"

   She thought for a minute then her face cleared a little as she said,
uncertainly, "To prevent inbreeding?"

   I nodded, "That's right.  Doesn't exactly apply here, does it?"

   She shook her head, and I pressed the advantage, "You have just given
your daughter a wonderful experience that she will remember and cherish for
the rest of her life.  While we hadn't discussed this beforehand, she has
learned more about sex and love in one evening than most people get to
experience in a lifetime.  Does she look traumatized?  Sad?  Upset?  She
practically glows!  Using this experience she can now choose lovers and
sexual activities that she finds most enjoyable.  Most people go their
whole lives without knowing that about themselves!"

   I stood and headed for the bathroom to clean myself up, throwing over my
shoulder, "If I were you, I'd take that dildo off and show her how to
really love a woman!  What better teacher could she have?"

   I closed the door to the bathroom to give them some privacy, and took a
quick shower, throwing on a robe before I returned to the bedroom.

   They were sitting as I had left them, but Sarah seemed to have calmed
down, and Penny sat with her head on her mother's shoulder, smiling.  The
dildo and harness lay on the floor beside Sarah's chair.

   "You and I are going to have to have a talk about the ideas you put into
my daughter's head, Mr.  Brenneman!" Sarah said, severely, but she was
smiling as she said it.  "We've decided to take your advice, but perhaps we
should do that at home.  It's very late!"

   I smiled and said, "Don't you think our relationship has progressed
beyond 'Mr.'?  Please, call me Mike.  About those ideas, I've got a ton of
them, all you have to do is ask!  It IS very late, so why don't you two
make yourselves at home in the guest room for tonight?  There are clean
clothes and PJ's in the closet and drawers, some of which should fit you,
though they may be a bit large for Penny."

   "But we need to clean up," she protested, "I - We - smell like a
whorehouse!"

   "You're welcome to shower here, if you like," I gestured toward the door
from which I had just emerged, "or, if you prefer, there is a selection of
ladies bath and shower products in the bathroom next to the guest room."

   I showed them to the guest room, then gave them a tour of the sundries
cabinet where they each found their favorite shampoo and conditioner, and a
body wash that was to their liking.

   Sarah looked at me speculatively, "You must have a lot of female
visitors!?"

   I smiled deprecatingly and said, "I just like my guests to feel at home,
so please, make yourselves at home, I'll be reading for a while in my room
if you need anything."

   Sometime later, long after the shower water had stopped running, I saw
by the hall shadows that the lights had gone out in the guest room, so I
turned my own light off and settled in to sleep.

   I heard a low murmur of voices from down the hall, and as I drifted off
to sleep, they changed to gasps and moans, interspersed with an occasional
muffled scream.  Sometime during the night, I was awakened by the brushing
of hair across my face and a full breast pressing into my arm as I lay on
my side.  I turned to see who it was, and received a moist, sensual kiss
for my trouble.  Then she was gone and I fell back asleep.

   Not long after - I was still in the same position - I again felt hair,
this time much longer, brushing across my face as a small pair of hands
held me and a tiny mouth planted a long, delicate kiss on mine, whispering
"Thank you, Mike!" before disappearing like a ghost in the night.

   I slept late the next morning, and when I awoke the guest room was
empty, as if it had never been used, and a sumptuous breakfast awaited me
on the kitchen table, still warm, accompanied by a note that said, simply
"Thank you for a wonderful evening.  You WILL be hearing from us again!"
   It was signed "S&P"