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 My Adventure by Melkor

   (Mg-12, gg, zoo, g-dog, rom, oral, anal, inc)

   melkor6882@hotmail.com Published: 27-Jul-2012 Word Count: 51211

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   Disclaimer:This is a fictional story involving sexual situations between
a minor and adults, minor and animals, and a whole lot of acts that may not
even be physically possible.  It is a fantasy.  Any similarities to any
person living or dead are purely coincidental.

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   Chapter 1 I just had to put my story into words, even though I don't
think most people would believe me.  I am glad though to finally tell
someone else what happened that changed my life so...  I don't know,
wonderfully?  Let's just say it made my dreams come true.  My biggest
concern now is how to keep everybody, particularly Daddy, from getting into
trouble.  I think too many people tend to stick their nose in other
peoples' business that really doesn't concern them, but that's just my
opinion.  Those are the type of people who would get way too worked up
about what has happened in my life.  Anyway, I just had to tell my story to
someone, and that someone just might as well be you.  It's not like YOU
could possibly get any of us in trouble.

   For starters, this was the most unbelievably amazing thing that could
have ever happened to me.  The only thing that could possibly make it
better were if I could sort of skip the painful parts.  I mean the really
excruciating, 'Oh my God I think I'd rather die', kind of parts.  Well,
maybe not quite that bad.  Still, it would have been even better if things
didn't hurt quite as much at the time.  But that part really didn't last
all THAT long, and it actually didn't cause anything...  permanent.  I was
only sore for a while afterwards, like when I sprained my wrist, but only
for a day or two this time.  I'm not sure how to describe it, except as
strange as it sounds, even the really painful parts weren't all that bad. I
hope that makes sense.

   Also, I've seen Dad's version of what happened.  Good grief, he left out
almost all of the important parts!  And he got so many details wrong.  He's
such a fuddy duddy.  Some of what he was thinking really gave me the
giggles.  I never thought he could be so...  naughty.  I rather wonder what
he'll think when he reads MY version...  That's okay.  THIS version is much
better and really fills in the gaps.

   Now, all of the stories I've ever read always have that part at the
front where the person telling the story (that would be me) describes the
main characters in their story.  That would also be me, as well as my Dad
and my best friend Becky.

   Anyway, my name is Amy Carmichael.  I'm twelve years old (birthday was
only last month!) and am almost finished with the seventh grade.  Yeah, I'm
practically the youngest in my school, since I skipped sixth grade when I
tested out.  Daddy was so proud!  I'd tell you the name of my school or
where we live, but like I said, I really don't want to get my Dad in
trouble so I won't.

   Let me see, I'm tall for my age, five foot four inches.  Even taller
than some of the other girls at school and they're mostly a year older than
me.  I have light brown hair.  Actually its dark brown but the sun and
chlorine from the pool make it a lot lighter colored.  I keep it at
shoulder length so it fits easier under my swim cap for races, and I prefer
to keep it out of my face with a pony tail.  Oh, and I'm really skinny.

   I mean REALLY skinny.  I hate it.  I still have almost no boobs and no
curves.  My one friend Traci has been wearing a bra since she was nine and
is already a C cup, it's just not fair.  Daddy says I'm just a late
bloomer, and I shouldn't expect to be 'full-figured' anyway since Mom was
rather petite herself, but it's still not fair.  If I kept my hair any
shorter even more people would think I was a boy.  Morons.  Anyway, I'm
really skinny, just barely 82 pounds.  But I'm not anorexic, definitely
not. I couldn't do as well at swimming if I were.

   I'm really good at school, and take almost all Honors classes.  A lot of
people tell me how smart I am, but I really don't think so.  It's just that
Math and Science are so EASY.  I'm only glad I don't wear glasses.  If I
did I just KNOW everyone would call me a nerd.

   I have green eyes, they look just like Mom's, and dimples, and at least
nice lips.  They're not big and puffy like Angelina Jolie's, but they look
good.  I just wish my nose didn't look so...  cute.  That's what everyone
says when they meet me.

   "Oh, aren't you so cute?" It's better than being ugly I guess, but I get
tired of hearing it.  If Dad would just let me wear makeup, like my friend
Lisa does, I'm sure it will make me look more mature and less 'cute', but
he says I can't for at least another year.  Did I mention he's such a fuddy
duddy?

   Speaking of Daddy, I still can't decide if I want to describe him the
way he was then, or how he is now.  I think if I described him NOW, I'd
give away too much of the story and I don't want to do THAT, so I'll
describe him then.  Yeah, I'll do it that way.

   Anyway, he's thirty seven, though looks younger, and is six foot two. 
He's big, not flabby, but muscular, 190 I think.  He likes to run.  Weirdo.
I hate running, I'd rather swim.  Did I tell you I'm on the swim team at
school?  He has very dark hair, darker than mine would be if I left it
alone, and he keeps it really short.  Not a crew cut like he was in the
army or something, just really short.  He says it makes it easier to take
care of.  Whatever.

   He has what everyone calls a strong face, kind of like an older Mark
Wahlberg, but with a wider chin.  His eyes are hazel, but more brownish
really, and he has nice eyebrows, not bushy like Staci's dad.  Dad's face
was made for smiling.  I love how his eyes sparkle and one corner of his
lip curls up when he's happy.  He's been so very sad for so long, since Mom
died, but I can tell you he's not sad very often anymore!

   I'm glad he doesn't have a beard or mustache.  His younger brother,
Uncle Steve, has a beard, and even though it's short and he keeps it
looking nice, it makes him look OLD!  At least forty.  I don't want Daddy
to look old, so I'm glad he doesn't have facial hair.  Dad really is
handsome, everyone says so.  I just wish he weren't so...  old fashioned.
He can be such a fuddy duddy sometimes, even now!

   I met my best friend Becky right after we moved here when I was eight
and we've been best friends ever since.  She was actually a grade ahead
when we first moved here until I skipped sixth, but that really didn't make
a difference.  It's kind of funny, SHE used to be the youngest in her
class, but now I am.  She lives just six streets over and we have four
classes together at school.  She's seven months older than me, her birthday
is in September and mine is in April.  We're both on the swim team and
share just about everything.  Except clothes.

   I'm about two whole inches taller and she is almost ten pounds heavier.
She's not chunky, she just has a bigger frame.  She also has boobs, almost
a B cup, and even has hips while I don't.  Between our differences in
height, weight, hips and boob size, it makes sharing clothes a real hassle.
That sucks.  It would be fun to trade more things than just accessories.

   She has wavy blonde hair, also shoulder length for swim caps, and blue
eyes.  I'd kill to have blond hair and blue eyes.  She also has one of
those faces that people describe as 'elegant'.  I think I'd prefer elegant
over cute.  She has longer eyelashes than me, but at least I have bigger
lips.

   Becky's parents got divorced even before I met her, and she lives with
her mom, her stepdad Greg, and her older brother Brian.  Brian's cool, but
I'll tell you more about HIM later.  He's SUCH a perv.

   So, back to Dad and me, we live in a really cool house.  It's really big
with a HUGE backyard.  And we have a pool!  I can't wait until school is
out and I can spend more time in our pool.  Just a few more weeks!

   Dad has an office downstairs where he works with his computers, he's a
software engineer.  I bet he's glad he doesn't have to dress up and go to
work in the morning anymore.  He only has to go to his regular office on
the occasional Friday.  It's good that he's home when I get home from
school, that way I can keep an eye on him and make sure he's doing okay.  I
wouldn't want him to get depressed.  I don't know what I'd do if anything
ever happened to him.

   We're the only house on our street, it's almost like we live out in the
woods.  It's always fun to go exploring when the weather is nice.  There's
a rabbit burrow near the end of the street with the cutest rabbits, and
birds, squirrels, and chipmunks everywhere.  I even saw a raccoon once! 
Dad says that there will be some more houses built on our street
eventually, but I hope it's not too soon.  It might scare away all of the
animals I love to watch.

   The only thing that stinks about being the only house on our street is
that Becky is six streets over.  Did I mention that?  And we have to use
bikes to visit each other.  It's not too bad when the weather's nice, but
it really sucks when it's raining.  At least we don't have snow here like
we did in the old place we lived before Mom died.

   Hmmm, Mom's passing, I hate this part, and it hurts.  Not physically
like later, but emotionally.  But it's an important part of the story, so I
guess I should include it.

   I remember too much about what happened when Mom died, even though it
hurts to (remember that is).  I was only eight, it was snowing, I remember
that, and Mom had gone out somewhere.  It wasn't grocery shopping, she
normally took me when she did that.  Anyway, Daddy and I were at home
watching TV when the phone rang.  Daddy got up and answered it, and I
remember him turning white as a ghost.  He said something to the person he
was talking to and hung up the phone.  Then he turned to me and told me
that Mommy had been in an accident, and was at the hospital.

   I don't remember what I thought.  I don't think I thought anything.  I
remember crying, and Daddy holding me tightly in a big hug telling me that
I needed to stay with Mrs.  Evans next door while he went to the hospital
to see Mommy.  I didn't want him to leave.  I wanted to go with him.  I
wanted to see Mommy.  I was so very upset.  He told me a hospital wasn't
the right place for little girls, and it was very important to him that I
stay with Mrs.  Evans.  I didn't want to, but it was something that Daddy
needed me to do, so I got my stuff and stayed with her.

   I spent several days at Mrs.  Evans house and didn't go to school.  I
was so scared for Mommy and missed Daddy.  He'd stop by, but only told me
that Mommy was very sick.  He looked so different, sad and really tired all
the time.  His eyes would be red as if he'd been crying.  I could tell he
wasn't telling me everything.

   One day, I saw Daddy's car in the driveway but he hadn't come to see me
at Mrs.  Evans.  Mrs.  Evans was busy in the kitchen, so I went over to our
house to look for Daddy.  I found him in his and Mommy's room.  He was
holding Mommy's favorite dress and was crying.  Seeing him cry made me cry
and I ran over to him.  He held me in such a tight hug it was hard to
breathe, and I cried even harder when he told me that Mommy was gone and
was now in Heaven.  As terrible as things were that day, I still remember
how having Daddy holding me tight made things...  not so bad.

   I don't blame Dad for not letting me visit Mom in the hospital, even
now. I sort of understand why, she had been hurt very badly after being
struck by that damn drunk driver.  I only regret not having a chance to say
goodbye.

   Daddy was so very sad for a long time.  I really missed Mommy, but it
scared me to see him like that all of the time.  I could even here him
crying in his room late at night sometimes, when I think he thought I was
asleep and couldn't hear him.  He tried so hard to comfort me and cheer ME
up during those first dreadful months.  But there wasn't anyone around who
could cheer HIM up, but me.  So that's what I set out to do.

   I gave him hugs and kisses whenever he looked really depressed, and did
my best at school so he didn't have to worry about that.  I talked him
doing all kinds of things together, and even got him to swim with me at the
Y, though he was SOOO slow.  I helped out around the house and even cooked
a lot more.  (Mom had been teaching me to cook for a while now before her
accident.) After a few months, Daddy wasn't so sad all of the time, only
sometimes, though I still had to keep an eye on him.  I don't know what I'd
do if something happened to him.  I had to be sure that nothing ever would.

   I remember it was almost springtime when he told me his work was going
to move us to a new city.  I didn't want to go.  All of my friends were
here, and this was where Mommy was at the cemetery.  But I didn't want to
ever be the one to make him upset, so I tried to look on the bright side.
At least we would be a lot closer to Grandma and Grandpa.  It made things a
whole lot better when he told me we were going someplace warm where we
could have our very own pool in the backyard.  That was going to be SO
awesome!  I really like it here now, but I do miss my old friends
sometimes.

   So we found our new house in a new city, and I went to a new school.  It
was kind of scary at first, but on the first day I met Becky, who like I
already said, lives just six streets over.  She was really nice, is only
seven months older than me, and loves to swim too!  We have so many things
in common, music, books, movies, TV shows.  It was just too cool having
someone to do everything fun with.  To top it off, she loved to go shopping
at the mall!

   Just so you know, shopping was the special thing Mom and I used to do
together, and going shopping would always remind me of the fun we had
together.  Those are the memories I prefer to remember.  Shopping with
Daddy is fun, but he just doesn't understand.  I think he'd still make me
dress like a little girl if I let him.

   At least Dad will sometimes let me go to the mall with just Becky and my
friends now.  It took a long time to convince him.  I mean, it was close
enough I could WALK there.  It wasn't until I started seventh grade that he
let me, go with just my friends I mean.  He'd give me the whole fatherly
'don't talk to strangers and if anything doesn't look right, call me on the
phone IMMEDIATELY' speech.  Then he'd loan me his cell phone so I'd have
one to use.  He's such a big fuddy duddy, but I love him anyway.

   When I'm at the mall with my friends at least, we could look at some of
the really sexy clothes that I would just die of embarrassment if Dad were
there and saw me checking them out.  Or I would have before, now I think
that Daddy be the one being embarrassed.  Anyway, Becky and I soon became
best friends, and she still is.

   I mentioned it was sort of Becky's fault how so many things in my life
changed recently.  You wouldn't believe how that happened.

   Chapter 2 I was at a sleepover at Becky's house during spring break back
in March.  Even though she is my best friend, I was SOO jealous of Becky. I
think I mentioned she already had boobs and was even growing hair on her
cunny.  It wasn't fair that I didn't even have the beginnings of boobs.  I
knew boys who had boobs bigger than mine.  They were the kind of chunky
boys, but they still had what sure looked like boobs.

   Becky would try to make me feel better by saying how she wished her
boobs weren't quite so big and how they made getting good times at swim
meets harder and how bra straps really weren't all that comfortable.  She'd
also tell me how she'd trade her boobs for my grades at school.

   We were both taking Honors classes, but I had much better grades.  I'd
only gotten one B last semester, and that was only because I was sick the
day of ONE test.  I was so mad.  Mrs.  Reynolds should have allowed me to
make that test up.  She could be such a bitch.  A bitch, that's too funny.
Oops, mustn't give anything away.

   Still, it was SO easy for Becky to find clothes that fit right and
looked good on her.  Half the time I had to get my clothes through the
Internet just to get stuff in my size.  But that didn't mean I still
couldn't look for stuff at the mall.  Plus it was fun helping Becky find
the coolest stuff for her.  I mean, she IS my best friend.

   So, like I said, we were over at Becky's house by ourselves.  Becky's
mom and her stepdad Greg were out on a date or whatever married people do,
and her brother was staying with his and Becky's dad.M

   Now Greg is Becky's stepdad.  He was also a really nice guy, though
tended to treat me like a little girl which was annoying.  You know, one of
those people who considered me 'cute'.  At least they trusted Becky and me
enough to leave us home alone while he and Becky's mom went out for the
night.  Daddy was still a little squirmy about that, he could be such a
fuddy duddy.

   So, we had already put on our nightshirts and were downstairs by
ourselves watching a movie on TV when, during a boring part, Becky looked
around as if to see if we were being spied on.

   "Hey, Amy, do you want to look at something cool?" she asked as if
sharing some big secret.

   "Sure, what did you have in mind?"

   "My brother Brian is staying with Dad this week, something about a
fishing trip.  I know the password to the computer in his room.  Do you
want to go look at some of the stuff he has in there that he's hiding from
my Mom and Greg?"

   I mentioned earlier that Brian is Becky's older brother.  He's sixteen,
and is actually quite a bit of fun.  He's one of the few people besides my
Dad who doesn't treat me completely like a child.  (Though Daddy sort of
does.  I think it's him trying to be 'fatherly'.) I rather like him, Brian
I mean, though I don't think he's very cute.  I couldn't put my finger on
it at the time, but I just didn't find him very attractive, probably the
long hair and his attempt at a beard that just made him look scruffy.

   Now, I have my own computer at home, but my dad is computer savvy enough
to have filter's up to keep me from looking at some of the more interesting
stuff out there.  To top it off, he keeps it in the family room despite my
constantly asking him to let me move it to my room.  He really can be such
a fuddy duddy.

   So, the suggestion that we might be able to surf the internet without
getting caught was too much to resist.

   "Sure, Beck, that would be cool.  Umm, he won't know we've been sneaking
a peek at his stuff, will he?"

   "Puh-lease, I know how to put it back so he won't know a thing. 
Besides, you wouldn't believe what a pervert he is."

   That was enough for me.  We scampered up to the door to his room,
cracked it open and snuck in like we were burglars or something.  Becky and
I sat down on the chair, even though it was a tight fit.  I had to put one
arm around her waist to keep from sliding off.  For almost a second I was
glad I didn't have hips yet.  Almost.

   I wondered what was on Brian's machine that Becky thought was so
perverted.  As it booted up, I tried to get her to give me a hint, but all
I would get was a sneaky grin along with a "You'll see..." When the login
screen appeared, Becky put in the password.  She must have fumbled it the
first time because it said "Access Denied" which made me worry just a
little bit, but the second time brought it right to the desktop.

   Before I knew it, Becky had the web browser open and had navigated to
this unbelievable web site with all sorts of videos and pictures of people
doing all kinds of nasty sex things.  Not nasty in a bad or disgusting way,
but nasty in a "God, I can't believe they're doing THAT!" way.  I had seen
pictures of naked people in Sex Ed class, and sometimes in a movie, and I
had once seen Daddy naked by accident when he was getting out of the
shower, but nothing like this!  Daddy has explained love and sex and all
that, you know, THE TALK, but that just wasn't the same as SEEING it.

   "Oh my God, Becky!  You weren't kidding when you said your brother is a
perv!" We were only on the menu pages and hadn't even opened any picture
folder or movie and I was already getting that warm squishy feeling in the
pit of my tummy and my cunny was already starting to itch.  I mean, I've
been rubbing myself for a while now at night in bed, but this was making me
feel the same and I hadn't even touched myself yet.  It must have made
Becky feel similar, because I could feel her squirming just as much as I
was where our thighs and hips were touching.  It felt kind of strange
getting horny sitting next to Becky like that.

   "Amy, look at this!  Can you believe how big his dick is?  And look at
her!  Those boobs have got to be fake!  Can you believe that his dick would
fit in her cunny like that?  Oh, wouldn't that be gross?  She's licking his
penis!  Eww, look, he's licking her pussy and sticking his finger in her
butt!"

   We watched picture after picture and video after video.  It was the most
amazing thing I'd ever seen.  I felt the front of my panties getting damp I
was so hot.  I carefully brought my free hand down to my lap to carefully
rub myself hoping Becky didn't notice.  I shouldn't have worried, because
right after I began rubbing my little cunny, Becky brought her hand down
and rubbed herself too when she wasn't opening another movie.

   The next two movies were really over the top though.  The first one kind
of led me to where I am now, and the second one was just as amazing, but in
a different way.

   The first movie had an older guy, maybe my dad's age, with a girl
wearing a cheerleading outfit.  She looked to be about eighteen or
nineteen, if that.  What changed everything was when I noticed Becky
rubbing herself harder as she said in a sort of moaning voice "Oh God, Amy.
That guy almost looks like your Dad.  Oh, he's such a hunk.  I would love
to get alone with him and have him do THAT to me sometime.  Mmmmm..."

   I was so surprised about Becky's comment about my Dad I stopped rubbing
my aching cunny and turned to look at her in disbelief.  Her eyes were
closed and she was dreamily rubbing her cunny and tweaking one of her
nipples on her unfairly large boob.

   What did she mean?  My Dad?  Becky thought my Dad was a hunk?  Yeah, he
was handsome, and smart, and kind, and all that.  But, MY Dad?  I actually
felt a flare of resentment at my best friend.  He's MY Dad, you can't have
him!  The only one allowed to be with him was ME!

   My anger shocked me.  This was my best friend.  It took me a moment to
realize that Becky meant the guy in the video, not my Dad.  Or I hoped that
was the case.  It wasn't right that she fantasized about my Dad while she
was masturbating.

   I felt bad about getting so mad at Becky for what she said, so kind of
agreed with her with a "Mmm-hmm, he IS sort of hot..." as I leaned back and
began rubbing myself again.  Before I knew it, I was closing my eyes and
thinking about a big strong guy rubbing me in all the right places, kissing
me all over, making love to me.  I really didn't know when the guy in my
dream changed, but when he turned to kiss me and it was Daddy, I suddenly
came so hard I fell off the chair!

   "Oh my God!  Amy, are you all right?" The startled face of Becky looking
down at me lying on her brother's bedroom floor with my hand down my
panties where I had been rubbing myself while she was still on the chair
with her hand down her own panties and her other hand under her nightshirt
squeezing her boobs was just too funny.

   I started with a giggle, but soon laughed so hard I had a hard time
getting back up on the chair.  Becky had to grab my hand and pull me up
beside her.  Every time we caught each other's eye, we'd giggle again.  I
noticed that Becky was still holding my hand in hers and had it resting on
her thigh.  It was kind of nice.

   "Amy, do you want to watch another video?" Becky's question was soft,
almost shy.  It was almost like she was embarrassed.  It was so unlike her.

   "Sure Becky, what did you have in mind?"

   "I kind of like this one, tell me what you think." She reached for the
mouse to navigate to a new window, leaving my hand on her thigh, and opened
a new video, than brought her hand back as it started, but resting it on my
thigh instead.

   I was kind of startled when the video started with two girls talking in
a kitchen.  It wasn't long before the two of them were hugging each other,
caressing each other's' back and butts while kissing passionately.

   Becky's hand on my thigh had started rubbing gently and she leaned her
head against my shoulder as we watched these two girls head toward a
bedroom and sexily remove their clothes.  Becky turned her head and quietly
whispered in my ear "Amy, what do you think?  Isn't this sexy?"

   I'd heard of girls having sex with each other, I was eleven for God's
sake, almost twelve.  I'd just never expected to see it like this, or find
out that Becky felt like this.  I had to admit, it was making me hot,
though I wasn't sure why.  That memory of cumming to the image of Daddy's
face was still strangely strong.  I felt kind of weird for doing that, so
that may have influenced my reply.

   I gave Becky's thigh a gentle rub as well and quietly replied, "I'm not
sure, it is sexy though."

   Becky sort of sighed, "I think so too", and leaned over and began to
kiss my neck.  My God, that felt amazing!  I closed my eyes at the
sensation as Becky drifted her hand up and down my thigh, gently kissing
down my neck to my shoulder, then back along my collar bone.  It felt
incredible.  Than my imagination struck again as I imagined it was Daddy
kissing my neck and rubbing my thigh, bringing his hand closer and closer
to the wet furnace of my little pussy.

   When it suddenly stopped, I actually moaned in protest.  I opened my
eyes to find myself staring into my best friends blue eyes.  A smile curved
her lip, and she whispered "We can't stay here or we'll get caught, Mom and
Greg may get home anytime.  Help me put everything back and we can finish
in my room."

   I was so horny, but confused, I didn't know what to say.  My best friend
wanted to have sex with me, which was kind of odd, but not, if you know
what I mean.  But what was weird was every time I closed my eyes I saw my
Dad making love to me.  THAT was the image that was making me so
unbelievably horny.

   Still, what Becky was doing felt so good and I was so hot I think I
would have agreed to anything.  Besides, she was my best friend.  So I
helped her clean up any traces of our presence in Brian's room and we both
hurried across the hall to Becky's room.

   We both ended up on Becky's bed on our knees facing each other.  Becky's
eyes kind of glowed, and she gently raised her hand to cup my face.

   "Oh, Amy, you are so beautiful.  I am so glad to be your friend." Then
she closed her eyes, leaned forward and kissed me on my lips.

   My God!  It was amazing!  I'd never kissed ANYONE on the lips before,
even Daddy.  (What brought that thought up just then?) I felt Becky's
tongue trace the lips of my mouth, before pushing more insistently until I
opened my mouth allowing her tongue to enter.

   I was becoming so hot that my panties were soaked.  I reached up and put
my arm behind my best friend's neck and pulled her lips tighter to me,
using my own tongue to tease her own as we shared such a passionate kiss.

   Before I knew it, we had fallen on our sides, still locked in our kiss,
our legs scissored together, both of us grinding our pussies against the
other's thighs as we each moaned into the other's mouths.  It was the most
unbelievable erotic experience I'd ever had so far.

   Becky was the first to orgasm.  All of the sudden her grinding changed
to a sudden lunge as her thighs clamped hard around my own as her fists and
eyes clenched tight.  I heard her moans and grunts just as the wave of my
own orgasm washed over me.  I could feel all my muscles lock and my back
arch and actually saw fireworks!  It felt so powerful it hurt.

   We both came to our senses about the same time, lying on our backs
breathing deeply.  Becky was the first to say anything.

   "Wow!  That was intense!" Then she rolled onto her side, propped her
head on her arm and looked at me.

   "Thank you Amy, that was amazing!" Then, I saw mischievous glint in her
eye.  "I'm kind of disappointed though, you didn't call out my name when
you came, and I was right here."

   "What do you mean?  I didn't call out any name." At least I didn't
remember saying anything.

   Becky was almost gleeful.  "Yes you did, you called out 'Oh, Daddy!'!"

   My God!  I couldn't possibly have said that!  And to have my best friend
hear me say that while we were making out?  I felt I was going to die of
embarrassment.  I was mortified.  I just wanted to sink down into the
ground I felt so humiliated.

   Becky must have seen how ashamed I felt as I squirmed in embarrassment.
She reached over gently and caught my face, then firmly turned my unwilling
gaze toward her.

   "I'm sorry Amy.  I didn't mean to embarrass you.  Your Dad really is
special, raising you alone and everything.  He really is something and my
God, he really is a hunk.  If I were you I'd have the hot's for him too."

   She managed to duck away from the pillow I managed to throw at her and
continued.

   "I promise.  It's a secret just between us.  I'll even pinky swear."

   I managed a weak smile, "Promise?"

   "Promise.  Umm, Amy..." Now this was interesting.  Now it was Becky's
turn to squirm in embarrassment.

   "Umm, Amy...  Umm, I hope...  Umm...  That you don't think...  Umm..." I
could almost see what she was being so awkward about, but didn't want to
let her off the hook just yet for teasing me about Daddy.  So I just looked
at her questioningly while I waited for her to spit out what she wanted to
say.

   There were only a few more Umm's and pauses before it all came out in a
rush.

   "Amy, I hope you really don't think I only like girls.  I really do like
boys, the ones who aren't jerks anyway, and I don't want you to think I'm
some kind of lesbian.  I wouldn't have ever tried that with anyone else but
you since you are my very best friend and I hope you don't hate me for
making out with you." Then, in a more normal tone, "I actually kind of
liked it, to be honest...  I just wanted to see what it would be like."

   I tried not to, but I giggled.  I looked at my bestest friend and leaned
over to give her a best friends hug.

   "It's okay, Becky, I don't mind.  It was actually kind of fun."

   "That's good." Next thing I knew it, I had a pillow to the side of my
head.  "That's for throwing my pillow at me first!"

   We ended up having a very satisfying pillow fight before we finally
collapsed in exhaustion.  As we drifted off, I heard Becky ask "Amy that
was really nice tonight.  Do you think we could do it again sometime?"

   My smart-alec response of "I don't know Becky, aren't we getting too old
for pillow fights?" earned me a final thump with a pillow.

   "Don't be a jerk, Amy, you know what I meant."

   I giggled a bit.  "You're right, making out was fun.  I wouldn't mind
doing it again later either."

   I barely heard Becky's mumble as she drifted off to sleep.  I was really
tired as well, but couldn't fall asleep yet.  Every time I closed my eyes,
I remembered how hot the idea of Daddy kissing and touching me had made me.
I squirmed a bit in disappointment that I would never have him touch me
like that except in my dreams.

   Then a thought struck me so hard it made me sit upright!  Why should I
only think of Dad like that in my dreams?  I could convince him of just
about anything if I tried hard enough.  I would find a way to have Daddy
all for myself where I could make him happy and he could make out with me
forever.  I remember that thought still bouncing around my head as I lay
back down and finally drifted off, and found that thought was still there
the next morning.

   Chapter 3 Determining I was going to find a way to have my way with
Daddy, or rather convince him to have his way with ME was a whole lot
different than actually finding a way to make it happen.  I got home the
next day from Becky's with all of these great fantasies of batting my
eyelashes and Daddy sweeping me off my feet to carry me upstairs to his
room where he would ravish me to my heart's content.  Obviously, I had read
one too many romance novels.

   I got home just in time for chores, then it was my turn to make dinner,
and before I knew it Dad and I were curled up on the couch watching a
movie. I did try to get a response by being all snugly and affectionate,
but all that got me was a hug and an "I missed you too while you were at
Becky's last night." What a fuddy duddy.

   I know, I could have just stripped naked and jumped HIS bones, but I
don't think that would have worked.  I'm certain it would have freaked him
out, (he's such a fuddy duddy), and ruined our whole relationship forever.
I wanted a BETTER relationship, not to destroy the one I already had.  I
had to find the right path, preferably one that would get him to jump MY
bones.

   I realized when I got up the next mornig things weren't just going to
happen.  I would have to MAKE them happen.  I tried to think of the times
that Dad had been focused on me as me and not his daughter.  The last time
was when I sprained my wrist last fall when I fell off my bike.

   That wasn't my fault!  I was on my way to Becky's house and the last
rain storm had washed some gravel onto the road and I didn't think it would
be so slippery and I automatically put my hand down to catch myself when I
skidded and fell.  At least I didn't break it.  Daddy acted like I'd
amputated my arm when I walked into the house holding my wrist.

   Daddy was so concerned and helpful while it healed, paying close
attention to me and all.  But again, it was more a matter of fatherly
concern.  How could I get him to look at me as a woman and not a little
girl?  Although it would help if I looked like a woman.  God, I wished my
body would get in gear and give me some curves to impress Dad with.

   Though I hope I don't get the acne.  Poor Lisa, she has such a bad case.
She told me once she'd rather trade my lack of development for her figure
and her acne in a heartbeat.  I'm not sure I'd make that trade.  I didn't
tell her that, though.  She's my friend and I'm not stupid.

   So, back to my story, the next morning while I was brushing my teeth I
looked in the mirror and saw myself in my nightshirt.  No wonder I didn't
get much of a response from Daddy!  I was dressing like a little girl.  If
I wanted for Dad to think of me as sexy, I would have to look sexy!

   I was ready to tear into my room to completely redo my entire wardrobe,
when Dad called from downstairs.  I had completely forgotten it was Sunday
and I had to hurry to get ready for church.  For a moment I thought God was
playing tricks on me, constantly throwing stumbling blocks in my plans to
have my way with Daddy, than felt guilty for being so...  sacrilegious.

   Still, it was good to see all my friends at church, Becky and Lisa and
Staci and Melissa and Tami.  I wish I could have asked them for advice on
how to get my Dad to jump my bones, but even though Becky knew how I felt,
sort of, I wasn't confident enough to ask anyone for help.  Besides, I
looked at it as a challenge I wanted to solve myself.

   At least I finally managed to sort through my clothes after lunch while
Dad was cleaning the pool.  I was actually surprised that my 'sexy' pile
was as large as it was.  Sometimes it pays to be a shopaholic fashionable
eleven year old.  However, my nightclothes were completely unacceptable.  I
doubted I could get Dad to go anywhere near a mall this afternoon.  There
was really too much to do before Monday, and I don't like to be rushed when
I'm shopping for clothes.

   So, a shopping trip to reshape my wardrobe would just have to wait until
next weekend.  Drat.  Then I had an inspiration.  Becky's mom!  Becky's mom
still looked really good for her age.  Gee, she was forty one, even older
then Dad!  (Wait, I didn't mean it like that!) Anyway, Becky's mom would
wear some of Greg's old t-shirts with some satiny bikini underwear.  I
could tell Greg appreciated it whenever I was over for a sleep-over.  He
always had an eye on her wherever she went.  I could try that!

   I ran across the hall to Dad's room to riffle through his drawers to
find some of his older t-shirts I could...  acquire.  You wouldn't believe
the smell of Dad's clothes when I opened his drawer though.  It was a musky
man scent, like old leather.  I thought my eyes would roll all the way up
to the back of my head it smelled so good.  I almost wanted to make a nest
in the drawer and move in.

   Why hadn't I noticed the smell of Dad's clothes before?  I mean, it was
my job to do laundry ever since Daddy accidentally shrunk my favorite pair
of jeans.  So it wasn't like I'd never been around his clothes.  But this
was completely different.

   I think I would have spent all afternoon there luxuriating in that male
Dad smell if the sound of the door downstairs hadn't brought me to my
senses.  I had a pretty good idea which shirts I wanted, and quickly found
them toward the bottom of the drawer.  I doubt he would miss my grabbing
them.

   I hurried back to my room to examine my prizes.  I quickly tried the
first one on, and was initially disappointed.  The V-neck was perfect,
always ready to slide off one shoulder or the other.  It was the hem that
was the problem.  I was tall for my age at five foot four, but Dad was six
foot two, the bottom of his shirt hung almost to my knees.  I was rather
disappointed at this stumbling block in my plan, when another stroke of
brilliance hit me.  Mom's sewing machine!  I could use that to raise the
hem to where I could make sure Dad noticed!  I'd used the sewing machine
before to 'adjust' some of my, shall we say, less flattering outfits, so
re-hemming a few t-shirts was easy.  Problem solved.

   When I was done, the hem fell to barely an inch below the bottom of my
panties.  Perfect.  Anytime I stretched or bent over, Dad would be sure to
get an eyeful, now for the panties.

   I had already placed my little girl briefs in the non-sexy pile.  It
left me with enough low-rise and bikini panties to last until next week's
shopping trip.  It would be even better if I could sneak something even
sexier into my wardrobe.  Something lacy or better yet satiny!  Wouldn't
that just drive Daddy wild!  I just had to find a way to acquire my latest
bait.  This was getting better and better!

   I was very nervous that night after I'd gotten ready for bed and went
downstairs to watch TV with Dad.  I took a deep breath at the entrance to
the family room to quiet the butterflies, and then nonchalantly went in to
sit down next to him like we usually did.

   I don't think he noticed me at first, but when he did, WOW!  Score!  I
thought his eyes would pop.

   "Um, Amy, what happened to your night shirt?  Why are you wearing my old
shirt?"

   "It was getting too small, Daddy.  I thought your old shirt would be
roomy enough.  Do you like?" I stretched my arms out to emphasize the
roominess.  I tried not to be too obvious.  Daddy was such a fuddy duddy I
didn't want to give him a heart attack.  I just wanted him to notice I
wasn't a little girl anymore.  I gave him the big innocent eye and shy grin
routine and could almost see him fold.  It didn't help him that it was HIS
rule that he could veto any of my outfits I wore OUT the front door, but I
could wear anything I wanted in and around the house.

   "Is it really all that more comfortable?  Couldn't we go shopping
tomorrow after school and get you something more...  appropriate?"

   That was a rotten offer I hadn't considered.  I at least managed to give
him a non-committal 'okay we'll look at something then' and settled in.  I
remember thinking of what kind of excuse I'd have to create to avoid going
out tomorrow.  As much as I wanted to get started on my wardrobe update, I
didn't want to chance having Dad short circuit my plans by choosing
something unreasonably conservative for me.  Still, my assault on Mount
Daddy had begun.  Now it was just a matter of time.

   And so my journey to convince my Dad to jump my bones began.  I used to
feel bad about how lonely he must have been when some of the single women
at church didn't catch his interest.  Now I was so very pleased.  No
competition!

   I think I devoured every romance novel I could get my hands on
describing the art of seduction and tried as many as I could manage.  It
was hard to be patient, especially when I wasn't sure of my progress. 
However, I knew some sort of progress was being made, because he became
less puritanical about my clothing choices as the weeks went on.  It was
getting to the point where only the most risqué items would trip his fuddy
duddy alarm.

   Meanwhile, on one of my visits to Becky's house, she managed to convince
me to take my top off while we were fooling around.  I then found out how
AMAZING it felt for someone to lick and suck on my nipples as well as to do
that to someone else, especially when that person already had a rather
nicely formed pair of boobs.

   Even better was having Becky notice my areolae had grown larger along
with my nipples, it was at least a sign that puberty was finally on its
way. I was SO happy until Becky joked about having to wait until Christmas
for my boobs to actually arrive, which earned her another pillow fight. 
Still, it was one more sign that I would soon have the figure I hoped would
get Dad to notice me as a woman and not a little girl.  Every little bit
helped.  It turned out that I shouldn't have bothered worrying, though.  It
turned out he actually WAS noticing after all.  Too bad it wasn't until I
read HIS version of our story to find out, the cad.

   Although I could tell I had begun to make a crack in the wall of Daddy's
fatherly paternalism, I sometimes felt that my quest was going to just take
forever.  Still, my preoccupation with seducing Dad made time go very fast,
and before I knew it, it was April 22nd.  My twelfth birthday!

   We had a pool party Saturday afternoon, and ALL my friends were there.
The weather was perfect, finally warm.  Whoever says that just because it
doesn't snow means it doesn't get cold in the winter is full of crap. 
There was music, and food, and the traditional cake and ice cream.  My
friends gave me some awesome presents.  The latest Justin Bieber upload for
my I-Pod, some really nice A&F jeans that actually fit, and Becky got me a
really nice necklace.  There were two things though that made it
particularly memorable.

   First was Staci's bikini.  Now, I've always preferred bikini swimsuits
ever since I could remember and only wore a one piece for the swim team. 
Now, my earlier bikinis were extremely...  conservative.  Very much
something a little girl would wear.  Even at my pool party most of us were
wearing variations of that classic designed-for-a-child style bikini.  But
not Staci, not today.

   It was powder blue with high cut bikini bottoms, similar to the bikini
panties you'd find at the store.  Her top came around her chest and came up
covering her boobs to tie around her neck.  It really emphasized her
cleavage.  It wasn't fair.  However, it did do something.  It made me want
my own pair, but sexier.  Now I just had to find a way to acquire one of my
own.  Soon.

   Second was Dad's gift.  It was the absolute best.  My eyes almost popped
when I opened his little present.  It was the most beautiful pair of
diamond earrings I could have imagined.  They were HUGE.  They were not
some gift for a little girl, they were something you gave a grown up!  I
almost threw myself at him in excitement, before remembering my goal of him
seeing me as more mature.  Still I managed a heartfelt hug, a kiss on the
cheek, and a sincere "Thank you, Daddy." He tried to downplay it as a shame
that diamonds were my birthstone, but I could tell he was pleased at my
reaction.  Score!

   Becky stayed the night at my house this time after the party.  I hadn't
realized I'd somehow forgotten to mention the changes to my nightwear,
because I thought her eyes would pop when I slipped Daddy's old t-shirt on.

   "Good God, Amy!  How long have you been wearing THAT?"

   I tried to downplay it, "A few months."

   "No you haven't.  You weren't wearing it when you stayed the night at my
house last month."

   I countered with, "Maybe I didn't want to wear them around Brian or
Greg."

   "Damn straight, you'd have had to beat them off with a stick."

   I was enjoying this, "I just might have, maybe why I didn't wear it." I
tried to change the subject.  "Hey, I smell popcorn.  Let's get downstairs
for our movie!"

   My attempted distraction didn't work.  It was as if I hadn't said a
thing.

   "Are you kidding?  If you wore that downstairs your Dad would... 
Wait..."

   I could see the light in her eyes as she added two and two.  "Your Dad
lets you wear that?" I nodded, and waited, reluctantly realizing I just
can't keep a secret from my best friend as she figured things out.

   "My God Amy!  You are such an outrageous flirt to do that to your Dad!
Jeezus, you DO have the hot's for him!  I can't believe it!  Has he
noticed? Have you told him?  Has he done anything to you?  Have you done
anything to him?  Tell me!  Tell me everything!"

   "Shhh, keep it down.  I don't want him to hear.  If he's noticed, I
can't tell.  I THINK he has, but I'm not sure.  Oh, Becky, what if I can't
make him love me?  I don't know what else to do?"

   "Oh, Amy, you do have it bad.  Remember me and Jimmy Riker from the boys
swim team last fall?  I thought the sun rose and fell with him.  Too bad it
turned out he was such an immature jerk.  But your Dad?  That is just too
awesome!  We'll have to talk about it later.  Whoops, you were right, I do
smell popcorn, we'd better hurry down.  We can talk about it tonight."

   I couldn't believe Becky's response.  Here I thought she would think I
was some sicko freak for lusting after my own father.  Instead she thought
it was the greatest thing.  Here was yet another reason she was my best
friend.  I'm not sure if she understood, but at least she accepted it.  So
far.

   After the movie when we found ourselves back up in my room, I found
myself spilling everything.  It felt so good to unload to someone I
trusted. She sat there in silence as I talked, only providing a short
'Nuh-uuh' when I blamed her for setting me on my quest.

   When I finished, she reached over and gave me a hug.

   "Oh, Amy, you've got it bad.  I don't know what to tell you." I started
to sigh in agreement when a mischievous glint appeared in her eye.  "So how
can I help?"

   We must have talked for an hour, discussing plans and ideas.  It was
such a relief to find someone who understood.  Unfortunately, she didn't
have any realistic suggestion that I hadn't already tried.  At least she
was sympathetic, and that was what I needed most.

   Talking about how we might manage to get Daddy into my panties must have
made us both horny.  We managed one make out session before sleep.  Kissing
and rubbing and grinding against Becky was great, but I still would have
preferred it to be Daddy.  On a brighter note, while we were making out,
our shirts came off and we ended up kissing and nibbling on each other's
boobs again.  It was while we were teasing each other's nipples that Becky
discovered something fabulous!

   "Mmmm, Amy, "she moaned as she drove me crazy by swirling her tongue
around my nipple, then she abruptly stopped and leaned back.  She managed
to stop my discontented complaint though when she said.  "Look!  Your
nipple, it's not lying flat anymore!  You have boobs now!"

   I had been so despondent over my lack of development I hadn't paid
attention to my chest in weeks.  Not enough to notice.  But Becky was
right! My aureole had gotten bigger, and actually capped a pair of budding
breasts!  I was so excited I jumped over on Becky and gave her a passionate
kiss, rubbing my newly sprouted breasts against her much more developed
ones.  It was wonderful, until a mischievous comment about mosquito bites
instigated an epic pillow fight.  Still it finally meant I was finally done
with being a child, and was on my way to being a woman.  Wait until Daddy
noticed these!

   The next day after that epic night, I was able to finagle an unescorted
shopping trip to the mall, only because Dad was busy.  There was still
quite a mess from yesterday's party, but he wouldn't hear about it when
Becky and I offered to help.  He almost had us wait until he was done
though, but I sort of implied that it wasn't going to just be me and Becky
going shopping and that we would be meeting up with more of my friends
there.

   Fortunately he didn't press for details.  I really don't like telling
out and out lies to Dad, it's too easy to get caught and his disappointment
was worse than getting punished.  However, not telling him every last
little detail didn't really count, especially when he didn't specifically
ask for those minor tidbits of information.

   Having Becky along was a huge help in augmenting my 'sexy for Daddy'
look.  We tried to find some lacy bras and such, but although I was finally
getting boobs I could only find training bras that fit, and those just
wouldn't do.  Except at school, I wouldn't want to embarrass myself now
that I was able to show 'headlights' through my shirts.  So I did pick up a
pair of those.

   But what really made that trip memorable was when Becky gleefully
dragged me over to the thong section within the intimates department.  Oh,
my God!  I had to get some.  I could just imagine how Daddy's eyes would
pop when I flashed him a peek of me wearing those.  Becky had to rein me in
or I may have grabbed every pair in reach.

   All in all, it was a great shopping trip, and I was sorry when Becky
went back to her house, but I couldn't wait for Daddy to see me in my new
undies.  It was hard not to race upstairs right after dinner so I could put
on my night clothes.

   However, it was all worth the wait.  After watching our usual shows on
TV, I finally went upstairs and got ready for bed.  It was great when I put
a really nice baby blue thong on and looked at myself in the mirror.  It
felt a little strange at first, but as soon as I saw how it gave me the
appearance of hips, I loved it!  I threw on my nightshirt and went
downstairs to try it out.

   I paused at the entrance to the family room and took a deep breath.  I
was actually kind of nervous, it was almost worse than the first night I
wore my new night shirt.  Still, I pulled myself together and rather
nonchalantly headed over to the couch.  I was sure I'd find the perfect
opportunity to give Daddy a good peek at my new assets.  No pun intended.

   I didn't have to wait long.  Daddy asked me to choose the movie we were
going to watch, so I got up and went over to the movie rack.  I somehow
managed to drop the movie I'd picked, and with an "Oops" to get his
attention, bent over to get it off the floor, and 'accidentally' gave him a
good view of my butt cheeks along with my new underwear.

   His reaction was everything I could have hoped for.  His eyes popped and
were absolutely glued to my butt.  It was hard not to giggle.  I stood back
up, put the movie in the Blue Ray player and headed back to the pouch. 
Just before I sat down, Daddy finally managed to form a question.

   "Amy, how long have you been wearing those?"

   I went for the innocent response.  "I've been wearing my nightshirt for
months"

   "Not that, I meant those panties."

   "Daddy, were you looking at my underwear?" I had to try hard not to
giggle as he blushed.  I'd never managed to make him do that before, even
when we were having The Talk.  Score!  I didn't give him any room to
recover.  "It's not like anyone else is going to see them.  Only you ever
see me in my panties and I wear clothes when I go out.  Besides, they are
rather comfortable."

   "You really should wear something less revealing.  It's practically
indecent."

   "Don't be such a fuddy duddy, Daddy.  Besides, it's more than you wear.
Don't you sleep without any clothes at all?"

   That caused him to blush even more, but I had him and I knew it.  I
tried not to smirk as I settled down and heard him grumble under his breath
again about how wrong it was for retailers to carry such things and how
daughters shouldn't look so sexy.

   That little comment didn't let me hear anything else.  It was all I
could do not to jump up and cheer.  Daddy thought I was sexy!  Score!  Home
run!  I think I repeated variations of that to myself all the way through
the movie.  I sure don't remember watching it.  I couldn't wait to tell
Becky how well her suggestion worked.  This was the biggest success I'd had
yet.  Too bad I would have to wait until tomorrow to tell her, Daddy
wouldn't let me call out or take calls after 9pm.  The big fuddy duddy, but
I loved him anyway, despite his silly rules.

   So I chipped yet another chink in the wall of Daddy's antiquated notions
of my still being a child.  Progress!

   Now, after seeing Staci in that bikini at my pool party, my next goal
was acquiring a new bikini for myself.  That was turning out to be a bit of
a challenge.  Just about everything available at the mall wasn't really
what I was looking for.  They were still too conservative, even the stuff
at PacSun or American Eagle.  It looked like I was going to have to turn to
the Internet.

   I had to find the perfect time to place my order, though.  If Daddy
noticed what I was actually getting, it would ruin everything.  He needed
to be distracted enough that he wouldn't look too closely, but not so busy
that he put it off until he did have the time to look it over.  It was a
tough balancing act.  Does it seem like I may have done something sneaky
like this before?  Well, duh...

   I ended up waiting almost three whole weeks for the right moment.  I
thought it would never come up.  Anyway, it was perfect.  I found THE
perfect bikini, oh, and a little black dress that had possibilities,
several pairs of pants, skirts, blouses, a few accessories.  The best part
was I took it all the way to the summary and the total.  The summary just
showed the quantity and a description, swim suit, dress, pants, and so
forth.  I managed to drag Daddy away from work long enough to take care of
the credit card details and it was done!  The only thing I heard from Daddy
as he went back to the office were grumblings about the outrageous cost of
teenage clothing.  Score!

   It was hard waiting for my package to arrive.  Every day when I got home
from school I was hoping to see it just inside the door.  I loved how Daddy
respected my privacy by not opening my packages.  Besides, he knew I'd be
showing him my new things soon enough.  Still, I was disappointed every
afternoon when it failed to be there.  The anticipation was unbelievable.
Even Dad noticed my fidgeting.  From his comments he figured it was the
whole end-of-school-can't-wait-until-summer jitters.  How little did he
know...

   So, after almost a week and a half it FINALLY arrived.  It was the
Thursday before the weekend before Memorial Day weekend.  I wanted to run
up and try it on right then and there, but now the weather conspired
against me.  It was too blah a day to spend by the pool.  Dang.  At least
the weather for tomorrow was supposed to be perfect.

   Chapter 4 It was SO hard to concentrate at school Friday.  All I could
think about was Dad's reaction when he saw me in my new bikini.  I was so
preoccupied in my last class, Math, that Becky had to kick the back of my
chair and quietly remind me there was a test on Monday and I really needed
to take notes during the review.  That reminded me of my irritation with
Mrs.  Reynolds for having a test on Monday and was enough to bring me back
to the present.  I mean what kind of teacher schedules a Math test on a
Monday?  A sadist, that's who!

   Friday afternoon was every bit as glorious as I could have hoped.  On
the bus ride home my friends and I chatted and giggled, talking about
summer plans.  We were all jealous of Lisa.  Her family was taking a
Caribbean cruise for a whole week.  Lucky stiffs.  It sounded so awesome I
began wondering what it would take to convince Dad to take one.  Mmmm, the
possibilities...  A romantic cruise, sharing a state room, sleeping in the
same bed with Daddy...

   I was so caught up in that daydream I almost missed my stop. 
Fortunately Becky reminded me.  With a parting comment about getting
together later, I grabbed my stuff and hopped out.  I had already placed
the cruise idea in the back of my mind for later by the time I reached the
front door.  From the front porch I could hear Dad mowing the grass in the
backyard.  Perfect!

   I hurried into the house, dropped my backpack on the table and stuck my
head out of the patio door.  I yelled my usual "Hi Daddy, I'm home!"
greeting over the sound of the lawnmower, and without waiting for a
response ducked back inside to run up to my room to change.  I was almost
shaking with excitement.

   I quickly stripped off my clothes and put on my new bikini.  Good God!
It was everything I could have hoped for, Dad was just going to die when he
saw this!  Um, wrong phrasing.  He was going to freak!

   My new weapon was a very daring string bikini.  It was white, the
bottoms started barely above where my labia ended, halfway up the mound of
my pudendum.  Hey, I've taken Sex Ed, I know the terms.  If I'd have had
any pubic hair yet, I would have had to shave it off to wear THESE bikini
bottoms.  They narrowed as the dropped down between my thighs, and widened
only slightly as they came up to barely cover my butt before stopping right
at the top of the crack of my ass.  Little strings came around and tied
into little bows right on my hips.  I had thong panties that had more
coverage.  They were SO sexy, and even helped me look like I had hips! 
Perfect!

   The top was just as wonderful.  Small triangles of fabric just covered
my newly budding breasts, enough to actually define them and draw
attention. The bottom string continued around either side of my chest to
tie in back.  The string holding them up tied just behind my neck.  It was
a classic, though very small, string bikini.  I couldn't wait!

   I quickly threw on the clothes I wore over my suit.  Daddy always
wondered why I did that since I was only going to take them off again as
soon as I got down to the patio.  I don't know why I did either, call it
force of habit.  Lately though, it was because it gave me an opportunity to
sort of shake my butt at Daddy when I took them off outside.  That's a good
enough reason in and of itself to wear them.

   So, I shimmied into my old jean shorts, ducked into my big beach shirt,
grabbed my sunglasses and my book, along with a towel as I passed the linen
closet and headed downstairs.  While in the kitchen, I grabbed a Coke and
some sunscreen before stopping at the patio door to take a deep breath.  I
mentally asked myself if I was ready.  Yes I was.  So I stepped out onto
the patio thinking to myself, 'Showtime!'

   I saw Daddy was almost finished mowing the lawn, so I'd have time to get
ready.  I put my book, Coke, and sunscreen on the little table next to my
lounger before spreading my towel out on it.  Then I quickly shucked off my
clothes and put them on the patio on the other side.  I then quickly
settled down and got comfortable with my sunglasses just so and opened my
book.

   I wasn't actually reading my book, though.  I was using it more in the
nature of a prop.  I was really waiting for Daddy to notice me, keeping an
eye on him over the edge of the book I was pretending to read.  I could
tell the moment that he did though.  It was everything I could have hoped
for!  He almost ran the lawnmower into the big cottonwood tree!  Score!

   It was really hard not to giggle, but that would have ruined everything.
I watched him nonchalantly finish mowing the grass, but knew he had to have
been bubbling with curiosity over where I'd acquired such a sexy swim suit.
This was too good!

   Daddy shut down the mower in the corner of the yard by the garage next
to the gate.  He casually headed over towards me, appearing to brush stray
lawn clippings off his shorts and t-shirt.  I quickly pretended to be
reading my book and not noticing his approach.

   I waited until his shadow fell over me before I looked up and using my
sweetest voice said "Hi, Daddy!"

   I could see him trying to muster a fatherly tone before he asked "Where
did you get that swimsuit young lady?"

   It was so hard not to laugh.  It felt like he was literally following my
planned script.  I raised my sunglasses and responded, "YOU got it for me
Daddy!" Oh, I wished I had a camera recording this.  It would have been
hilarious to watch later.  Becky would have just died of laughter.  I made
a mental note of having a camera ready for future occasions.

   Daddy interrupted my thoughts with his protest of "I most certainly did
not!"

   I managed to stay nonchalant, and using my sweet voice again told him
"Yes you did.  You ordered it online line last week when we couldn't find
any pants at the mall that fit me.  The package arrived yesterday,
remember? It had those pants, a dress, skirts, some accessories, and this
swim suit.  It's such a nice afternoon I decided to try it on today." I
firmly had to suppress the giggles.  That would have ruined everything.

   I could see his mouth trying to work up a response, so pressed my
attack.

   "You know I'm not going to wear it anywhere else but here at home on the
patio, Daddy.  Plus it will really help me get a nicer tan." Then I really
moved in for the kill, and stretched as far as I could while arching my
back, emphasizing my finally developing figure.  "Do you like it Daddy?"

   I so wished I had a camera, it was priceless!  I had managed to strike
my Dad speechless using my body.  Score!  Double Score!

   After a few seconds more, I could tell he conceded defeat, as he mumbled
something about how it did look nice and something else about the patio and
turned back towards the mower to empty the glass clippings.  A giggle
really came close to escaping, but I managed to keep it down.  I couldn't
help but grin though as I lowered my sunglasses and pretended to go back to
reading my book.

   I still almost blew my performance though when I noticed a bulge in the
front of Daddy's shorts as he turned.  I almost didn't believe it.  I had
finally managed to give my Dad an erection!  He thought I looked sexy!  I
came really close to just throwing myself on him right there!

   I managed to stifle that impulse, but the knowledge that I'd just given
my Dad a hard on excited me to no end.  My pussy got so wet so fast I felt
like I had sat down on a fire hydrant.  I had to squeeze my thighs together
tight in order to prevent Daddy from seeing the wet spot on my bikini
bottoms should he turn around.  Wow!

   I was so self-congratulatory over my success that I only peripherally
noticed Daddy gathering up the grass clipping and taking them to the bin
next to the garage.  I noticed him bringing the bagger back and snagging
the gate closed with his foot.  I could see his mouth moving as he
obviously was talking to himself.  I would have given a lot to hear what he
was saying just then.

   He finished cleaning the lawn mower up and got it put away in the shed.
He passed by me on the way to the house, saying something about a shower so
he could clean up and cool off.  I got a better look at the front of his
shorts and confirmed what I thought I saw earlier, Dad did have an
erection! Score!

   I nodded in recognition that I'd heard him, thinking how I was sure he
had to cool off.  I was so hot myself I wouldn't have minded cooling off
either.  I came really close to saying the heck with it, jumping up and
joining him into the shower myself.  I really did.

   If I HAD done that, this story would have been a whole lot shorter.  But
if I had it also wouldn't have been so...  interesting.  I don't think Dad
was QUITE ready yet just then if I had jumped in the shower with him, and
things would probably have badly.

   But, I didn't jump up and follow him.  Instead, by staying I unknowingly
found someone just as special to me as my Dad, and I don't think I would
give that up for anything.  I never believed in love at first sight like in
my romance novels before, but I sure do now.  I just wish I could have had
it without the blood, sweat, and tears.  Oh, and the pain.  I really would
have liked to avoid the pain.  It wasn't permanent or anything, I was only
sore for a day or two afterwards, but still, I would have REALLY preferred
to skip that part.

   So, Daddy had just gone inside and I was out on the patio laying on my
lounger horny and soaking wet.  I had already started rubbing my aching
cunny almost before the patio door had closed.

   I closed my eyes, flipping back and forth between the look in Daddy's
eyes when he first saw me in my bikini and the bulge of his hard on as he
passed by on the way into the house.  Either way, the images made me hotter
and hotter, and the feeling of rubbing me through my soaking wet bikini
bottoms wasn't enough.  I quickly brought my hand up and slid them back
down, but under the bikini bottoms this time.  Much better

   I gently rubbed my middle finger up and down the narrow cleft between my
prominent labia, deliberately avoiding my clitoris.  I was so primed I
didn't want to go off just yet.  I continued down to the narrow notch at
the entrance to my vagina, the source of that silky, slippery fluid those
images of my dad had generated.  My finger circled around the narrow ring
at the entrance to my depths, sending shivers down my spine.  I smiled to
myself at the thought of how that very first day after that sleepover at
Becky's I had already decided this was going to be my gift to Daddy, my
virginity.  I wanted him to be my first.  I could feel my orgasm building
at the thought, a huge wave waiting to crash down on me.

   My finger gathered up some of that silky moisture, and ran back up the
cleft between my labia, a little more pressure this time, stopping just
short of my aching clit and running back down.  I repeated this process,
teasing myself more and more, imagining it was Daddy rubbing me, teasing
me. The wave was cresting higher and higher.  This was going to be a
spectacular orgasm.

   I had just brought my finger up and was circling it around my engorged
clit, just about ready to touch it, knowing it was all I needed for
release, when a loud, deep coughing snort "Hrrr-Rumphh!" and something cold
and wet on my thigh jerked me out of my fantasy into reality.  To say I was
rather irate at whoever had just caused my impending orgasm to abruptly
crash and burn would have been a MASSIVE understatement.

   I expect my eyes were flashing in anger as I sat up quickly and opened
my mouth, about to deliver a well-deserved tongue lashing to whoever it was
who had just interrupted me.  But you can imagine my shock as I realized
that instead of some person who had let themselves into our backyard, it
was rather a dog, a great BIG dog that had just jerked me away from my
anticipated climax.

   I was so surprised, my fiery tongue lashing just caught in my throat,
and I found myself looking at the most BEAUTIFUL dog I had ever imagined. I
completely forgot my hand, still down the front of my bikini bottoms, the
right side bow having come undone during my vigorous masturbation session,
as I gazed at this huge canine intruder.

   The first thing that struck me was his size.  He was BIG, probably even
bigger than me.  He, definitely a he, was greyish-brown, or perhaps
brownish-grey, with very short, but rather grungy fur desperately in need
of a bath.  He had big floppy ears, and the most soulful brown eyes.  A
long pink tongue hung down and he appeared to be laughing at my reaction of
what had been the pressure of his cold wet nose against my thigh.  Daddy
told me later that he appeared to be a pure-bred Weimaraner, but he'd never
heard of one so large.

   I was entranced.  I'd always loved animals.  I know Daddy hoped I'd go
to college and become a software engineer like him, but I had always wanted
to become a vet and work around animals every day.  I'd talked to Daddy
about getting a dog before, but wasn't serious enough about it to engage in
the effort to convince him.  I was dead serious now.  I WANTED this dog. 
He was going to be mine no matter what it took.

   Yeah, I know it sounds crazy.  I'd read all kinds of stories in my
romance novels about love at first sight and all that.  I thought it was
all just a hokey plot device.  Guess what, I was wrong.  It had only been a
matter of seconds, but in my mind, I was already considering this handsome
guy my dog.  I didn't question where he had come from, how he got into our
yard, even if he already had an owner.  All that I knew was that he was now
MY dog.

   I kind of spun to the side, putting my feet on the ground.  I was
amazed, with me sitting down on my lounger I was eye to eye with this big
brute.  Without thinking, I brought my hand up for him to smell and placed
it under his nose so he could get my scent and get to know me.

   First mistake.  Without thinking about it I used the hand that had just
been down my bikini bottoms rubbing myself furiously for him to sniff.  I
can't begin to imagine what that smell must have meant to that big doggy
brain of his.

   Still entranced, I reached up with my other hand and scratched behind
those big floppy ears of his.  I just felt this big baby melt under my
fingers.  I could practically hear him sigh.  I smiled and said my first
words to my new pet, "Who's a good boy?  Do you like what Mommy's doing? 
Oh, aren't you just the most precious thing." Don't laugh.  Have you ever
listened to other people when they talk to their dogs?

   With the one hand I kept scratching behind my dog's ears, while the
other he had just been sniffing I used to pet his neck and shoulder.  As I
stroked and petted my dog, he surprised me again when he bent his head down
and with that long pink tongue of his, licked me from my elbow up to my
shoulder, over to my neck and up the side of my face just short of my hair
line.  It tickled so much it made me giggle.

   My heart just opened for this dog and he just took up residence.  I now
had someone else I adored as much as Daddy.  Oh my God!  Daddy!  He has
just got to meet my new dog!  I just knew he'd love him just as much as I
do!

   I was about to stand up to lead my new dog into the house so he could
meet Daddy.  I was already cataloguing things we needed to do.  First a
bath, than a run to the store for dog food and stuff, and then...  And then
my dog licked me again and I completely lost any rational thought I might
possibly have had.

   It wasn't so much that he licked me.  He'd already done that once.  It
was WHERE he licked me.  He started at my right knee and licked along my
thigh where it met with my lower abdomen.  So I'm being clinical, sue me.
It continued up my side, and stopped just below where the string from my
bikini top encircled my chest.  Then it swiped back down, making me giggle
the whole time, until it reached the junction of my thigh.  But this time
he followed the groove between my thigh and my abdomen down until his
tongue was directly licking my bare pussy.

   You do recall my mentioning the right string had come untied when I was
masturbating earlier, like twenty seconds ago?  When I spun, the bikini
bottoms didn't spin quite as smoothly and was barely holding on by the left
hand string leaving my cunny completely exposed.  Hey, I was kind of
distracted at the time.  Anyway, my little twelve year old virgin pussy
that had just been pouring with my apparently delectable girl juice was out
in front of God and everyone just waiting to be lapped up.

   Oh, boy.  And that's just what he did.  His tongue was AMAZING.  Rough
yet smooth and warm and wet.  And my God!  Was it agile!  It found places
in my cunny I didn't even know were there!

   Now, Becky and I had been making out together for several months now. 
But other than kissing and groping and heavy grinding, we had never
actually removed our panties.  Everything had always been through the
cloth. I mean, it's not like either one of us had gone down on each other
yet.  The sensation of this big dog's tongue on my pussy actually made me
regret not going that far with her yet.

   And then that wonderful tongue found my clit.  Remember how I was on the
verge of a monstrously powerful orgasm before my new dog interrupted me? 
Guess what, I was not just instantly returned to the precipice of that
massive wave, but I found myself in an express elevator going straight up.
No, a rocket ship!  Before I knew it the monster of all orgasms hit me.  My
eyes and fists were clenched, my back arched and I may have flung myself
backwards off my lounger if I hadn't had a death grip on my dog's head with
my thighs.

   If my teeth hadn't been locked together I probably would have screamed
so loud the neighbors three streets over would have heard.  It was
incredible...  unbelievable...  these words just don't describe it.  I
honestly don't know why my dog didn't bite me from the pressure of my legs
clamping around his head.  You get the picture.

   When I finally came down, I realized I just couldn't take anymore.  I
was so overstimulated it hurt.  I gently pushed my dog's head away from my
aching cunny saying "Oh my God, no more.  I couldn't possibly do that
again." I swear I could tell by those soulful eyes he understood, because
he did back away giving me room to stand up on shaky legs, barely holding
onto the left string of my bikini bottoms keeping them from falling down
around my feet.

   I took a step or two forward, heading for the patio.  I wasn't thinking
clearly yet, something about showing Dad my new dog.  Anyway, my beautiful
boy was bouncing around like a puppy, and ducked around behind me where he
touched my right butt cheek with that cold nose of his.  For some reason I
distinctly remember the sound when his wagging tail knocked over my Coke
can on the table.  Anyway, I was so startled by his cold nose on my butt, I
stopped completely and accidentally let go of my one bikini bottom strap.
And guess what?  It immediately fell down around my ankle.  What a dummy.
Not him, I was the dummy.

   I looked back and waved a finger as I told him "That was a naughty boy,
look what you made me do!" And then...  mistake number two.

   Can you possibly guess what happened next?  Like a complete moron I
started to bend over to pick up the bikini bottoms I had just dropped,
providing a wide angle view of my ass and just below that the cleft of my
labia enclosing my still heavily aroused and leaking pussy to my new dog.
My new, big, MALE dog.  Who had just licked me to an amazing orgasm and
still had my taste on his tongue.  Oops.

   Chapter 5 So, is anyone here surprised that my new dog immediately
jumped on me and started humping my leg?  Except once he was on his hind
legs, he was almost as tall as me.  And very heavy.  And my legs were still
wobbly from that amazing cum I had just experienced.

   I staggered forward several steps, almost managing to stand back up, my
new dog's forelegs scrabbling for purchase against my sides.  I'm sure he
didn't mean to, but his claws scratched the hell out me.  That really hurt!
Well, sort of, relatively speaking.  Right that minute it felt like it hurt
a lot.  How little did I know what a lot REALLY meant.  I remember letting
go with the usual automatic stream of complaints.

   "Hey, stop that!  Get down!  Stop scratching me!  That hurts!"

   Things were happening WAY too fast for the realization of what was
actually going on to be processed.  I was still stuck on the thought of
showing Daddy my new dog, and was more interested in trying to get him off
me so he'd quit scratching me.  Then along came event number three.

   I can't call it a mistake on my part.  It was more of an accident. 
Anyway, between the weight of my dog on my back combined with my wobbly
legs, you guessed it, I tripped and fell forward.  I managed to catch
myself with my hands so I didn't do a face-plant, but I now found myself on
my hands and knees in the classic doggy style position, with my big dog
still draped over me humping away, with absolutely nothing protecting my
bare ass from his attentions.  Not good.

   My fall hurt my knees and my wrists.  The new position changed the grip
my dog had on me, his forelegs now wrapped around my skinny hips and
scratching the hell out of my thighs now.  Then, to top it off, I got
jabbed on the butt with something painfully hard.  Yes, I was being poked
in the ass by a now very randy dog's penis, but I didn't realize it at the
time.

   Between my knees, wrists, sides, and thighs, the painful poke on my butt
was the last straw and I figured I needed some help since I wasn't having
any luck getting my dog off me myself.  He wasn't listening to any of my
commands and complaints.  "STOP it you silly dog!  Get off me!!" the usual.
I actually added "Stupid dog!" in there somewhere.  I didn't mean it
though. Not really.

   He had too tight a grip on me, and wasn't listening at all, so, I
hollered for Daddy.  I must have startled my dog because he actually
growled at me.  Growled!

   "Stop that you silly boy." Then I called quite a bit louder, "Daddy!"
Still no response.  Stupid shower.  Finally, I screamed as loud as I could,
"DADDY!!!!"

   Like I mentioned earlier, I've read Daddy's version of what happened. 
He said I sounded frightened.  He should get his hearing checked.  I was
actually more irritated at the time.

   I saw him as he charged out the patio door, wearing only his shorts, his
hair still dripping wet.  I almost laughed at his appearance.  I think he
managed about two steps before he stopped as if hitting a brick wall.  At
least he got that part right.  His look took away any humor I may have felt
however.  In fact it almost scared me.  I'd never seen such a panicked look
on his face.  Even that time I came home with my sprained wrist didn't
compare.  I'll forgive him for getting the wrong impression though.  I
mean, there I was on my hands and knees, my dog draped over me holding me
around my hips with his forelegs, and him humping air.  Meanwhile, I was
still trying to order him to get off me with my "Stop!  Get off me!  Daddy,
hurry up!" All the time my dog was still growling at me for startling him
with my shouts for Daddy.  It gives me the giggles now whenever I think
about it.

   Fortunately, Daddy's arrival distracted my dog enough that he loosened
his grip around my waist, giving me the chance to wiggle forward and get
out from under him.  Unfortunately, that turned out to be a really BAD
IDEA. This is the part where my story becomes no longer funny and becomes
that painful part I've been warning you about.  It also started to get just
a little bit scary.

   Before I could crawl more than a couple of inches, my dog's forelegs
clamped back tight around me, scratching my thighs even worse.  Then he
bent his head down and grabbed the back of my neck with his teeth!  He BIT
me!  He really, actually BIT me!  He bit me HARD!  This was painful enough
that I shrieked in pain.

   The sound must have broken Daddy from the paralysis of his surprise.  I
saw him take a step toward the pool net hanging on the wall by the pool. 
What was he thinking?  He'd better not be planning to hit my dog with that!
My protest to my Dad for even THINKING about hitting my dog got cut off
though, when Daddy's movement caused my dog to bite even harder

   The pain from the back of my neck sort of changed my tune from
irritation to a bit of fear.  This wasn't the least bit funny anymore.  I
was starting to get worried my dog might accidentally really hurt me.  Even
I could hear the change of tone in my complaints.  "OW!!  He's biting
harder!  Help me, Daddy!"

   Daddy froze again before he managed even one step.  I could see the fear
in his eyes for me, and that actually made me even more scared myself.  His
attempt at reassuring me didn't help.  "Baby, hold on!  Anytime I move, he
only bites you harder.  Give me a minute and I'll think of something!  Try
not to provoke him!"

   I could see Daddy clench and unclench his fists as he tried to figure
out some way to solve my problem.  At least my dog had quit growling so
loud, and he'd actually loosened his hold on my neck.  That was a relief. I
couldn't see what my dog was doing behind me, but a second later it didn't
matter.  I could FEEL what he was doing.  That was when I abruptly realized
that what had been poking me on my butt cheeks was actually my dog's penis,
and that I was in a rather compromising position for that to be happening.

   I'm a nature nerd, I love animals, and some of the wildlife shows I've
seen showed the occasional mating clips.  However, I did NOT want to be
screwed by my dog just then.  I was saving that for Daddy.  I think that
was what panicked me more than anything.

   So, when I felt that hot pointed poker, (that was a really bad pun),
slide through the groove between my labia and the pointy tip catch on the
tiny opening of my vagina, I freaked.  I managed a panicked "Oh, my God!!"
before the legs around my hips tightened and I felt the most agonizing
pressure yet against the entrance to my poor vagina.

   The pressure built, and built and the pain along with it.  I actually
FELT the ring of muscle at the entrance as it dilated and then with a
sudden 'POP', I felt the tip of my dog's penis enter.  I don't think I've
ever yelled louder in my life.  Well not yet, anyway.  It wasn't just the
sudden pain, the stretching sensation, or the knowledge I was actually
getting...  raped?  by my dog.  It was the realization that I'd just lost
the most precious gift I was saving for Daddy.  It wasn't fair!

   That statement of 'It wasn't fair!' really doesn't cut how devastated I
felt, and still feel, at losing my precious gift I was saving for Dad by
the way.  It's just that I still can't think of the words to describe my
sense of loss.  I'd go further into that, but don't want to ruin my story.

   Speaking of my story, before I could process the mental pain of my loss,
the PHYSICAL pain managed to eclipse it.  It turns out I should have been
glad a dog's penis is pointed like it is.  It actually managed to make what
was coming just a little more manageable.  Barely.  It was only the very
tip so far, but it rapidly widened to where it stretched that ring at the
entrance of my vagina to the point I felt like it was going to tear in
half.

   The pain at the mouth of my pussy actually overrode the stretching
sensation from further inside, as the pointy tip of that excruciatingly
painful dog cock (it wasn't a penis anymore, this hurt too much, it had
become a dog cock), spread the walls of my poor abused pussy allowing the
rest of that monstrous intruder further into my body.

   On a clinical note, I think I should really be grateful for that monster
orgasm from a few minutes ago.  I was still soaking wet which was both a
good thing and a bad thing.  The bad thing was it allowed that huge dog
cock an easier...  path, means, whatever.  It let it slide into me a whole
lot easier.  I couldn't imagine how much worse it would have been if I'd
been dry.  Now THAT is a scary thought.

   Anyway, I was in serious pain, I was emotionally distraught.  I just
wanted this to end.  I NEEDED Daddy to make it stop hurting so bad.  It
felt like someone was driving a jackhammer into my pussy.  The pushing was
so fast and so hard, each thrust even shoved the air out of me in deep
grunts.

   "Ugh!  Daddy!  Ugh!  Ouch!  Ugh!  It HURTS!  Ugh!  Make it stop!  Ugh!
It's tearing me in two!  Ugh!"

   I clenched my eyes shut and gritted my teeth against the pain.  I swear
my dog was somehow trying to shove a telephone pole up my poor little
cunny. I was really going to be torn in two, I just knew it!  When I looked
up again, Daddy had moved!  He was leaving me!  In a panic I shouted at
him.

   "Daddy!  OWW!  Where are you going?  OWW!  Don't leave me!  UGH!  It
hurts so bad!  OWW!  He's tearing me in two!"

   I was so glad to hear him respond in a calming voice.

   "Calm down Sweetie.  Daddy's right here.  I'm not going anywhere.  I'm
just moving behind you to see if I can help.  If you calm down he shouldn't
bite you again."

   Thank God!  He wasn't leaving me!  His reply actually did make me feel
calmer.

   "Okay Daddy...  Oomph!  My cunny burns!  Ugh!  He's splitting me in
two!" There were definitely some painful moans and groans mixed in there,
and the constant grunts from the air being pushed out of my lungs.  But the
pain at least had become somewhat manageable.  For a few seconds, that
is...

   That is until I felt a sudden burning poke in the pit of my stomach.  By
now, the stretching of that ring at the entrance of my poor abused cunny
had quit increasing.  It hurt like hell, but at least it wasn't continually
building like before.  I couldn't believe how deep that aching stretching
sensation felt in my belly.  But that hot poke against what felt like
bottom of my cunny hole moved everything else to the back of my mind.  That
REALLY hurt.

   I made a really amazing discovery about pain that day.  As long as
nothing causes you to focus on it, you know, like an abrupt increase or you
actually pay attention to it, it's possible to actually ignore it.  It's
there, don't get me wrong, and I definitely didn't enjoy it, but I could at
least tolerate it.  That is until something would come along and reminded
me of it.  And each time THAT happened, I was going to tell the whole world
about it, or at least Daddy, since he was right there.

   So anyway, a burning stick was suddenly jabbing at the pit of my
stomach. I didn't screech, or yell, it was more of a moan, "Oh, it hurts.
Oh, it hurts.  Oh, Daddy, there's something in my belly and it hurts!" I
may have been crying from the pain before, but this REALLY brought tears to
my eyes.

   I'd hoped Daddy had been back there long enough to think of something he
could do to stop this.  It hurt when it started, it hurt when my dog
managed to get that huge cock inside me and stole Daddy's gift, it hurt now
that he was poking me in the pit of my stomach.  I was ready for this to be
OVER!

   "Umm, Daddy?  Ugh!" I think I startled him.  He was still quick to
reply.

   "Yes, Sweetie?"

   I was hoping he had figured out a way to stop my big dog, who was still
resting on my back while thrusting that massive dick of his into me by the
way, from continuing to hurt me like he was.  The dog I mean.

   "Can you see what he's doing?" Suddenly I was insanely curious what that
big cock in my little pussy looked like, despite the pain.  I REALLY needed
a camera.  Focus, girl.  "Can you get him...  Ouch!  Out of me?"

   There was something fishy about his response, the tone of Daddy's voice
maybe?  I know NOW that he was well on his way to becoming a complete perv,
though that's all right, so was I.  He's my Dad and I love him more because
of it.  Being a perv I mean.  Anyway his reply of, "I don't think so, Baby,
not without him biting either one of us.  He's in you pretty good.", still
sounded just a little off at the time.

   Hello!  Paging Captain Obvious!  Of course my dog was in me pretty good!
It was me he was pretty good in, and I could feel every last throbbing
millimeter of it.  I didn't need anyone telling me THAT, even Daddy!

   I think my indignation over such an obvious statement triggered an
obvious statement of my own.  Or maybe I was being a smart-alec.  "Daddy?
Is he fucking me?"

   That was kind of a stupid thing to say for several reasons, but I was
kind of stressed.  Get over it.  First, I'm bloody twelve years old for
God's sake.  I do know what fucking is, I've actually known for years. 
Hell, Becky and I had watched a bunch of it just 3 months ago on her
brother's computer during that memorable sleep over.

   Second, Daddy didn't approve of swearing.  He would get VERY upset with
me when I accidentally let a swear word slip out of my mouth.  He's such a
fuddy duddy.  Would you believe that my saying fuck, while I was actually
GETTING fucked right in front of him actually set off his
'I-can't-believe-what-I-just-heard-come-out-of your-mouth' mode.  God he
can be such a fuddy duddy!

   "Amy!  You know that is a naughty word that you shouldn't be using!" It
actually put me into defensive mode.  I guess old habits are hard to break.

   "Sorry Daddy, but I don't know any other word for what he's doing?"

   He must have realized how silly his comment was, because it only took a
second for him to back pedal, "It's okay, Princess.  You can say fuck, just
be careful not to use it outside of the house."

   Captain Obvious, are you still here?  "Dad, I'm not an idiot." Than to
kind of see if he had really rescinded the whole swearing thing said, "So
is he?  Fucking me, I mean?"

   "Yes dear, you are very much getting fucked by that dog."

   I don't know why, but his statement just dropped the fact I had just had
my virginity taken from me by my dog right in front of me.  My special gift
I was saving for Daddy.  Why hadn't I found a way to give my virginity to
my Dad before it was ripped away?  By a dog, no less?  It wasn't fair!

   I felt a huge sob of anguish well up from my broken heart.  Why did it
have to happen this way?  I didn't mean for Daddy to hear what will
probably be the greatest regret of my life as I said through my tears,
"It's not fair.  This isn't the way I wanted my first time to be like." At
least he didn't hear the last part.  "I wanted it to be you." Despite
everything that's happened since, I still regret this most of all.

   I probably would have wallowed in misery for some time over my loss,
except a sudden reminder of reality jerked me back into the now.  Not just
a reminder, a sudden unbelievable painful reminder.  A 'someone took a
burning hot knife, stuck it up my cunny and was ripping my guts out with
it' kind of pain.  You know, a 'if I wasn't being held so tightly by my
waist, I probably would have collapsed into a writhing ball of pain' sort
of pain.

   I do NOT recommend it to anyone, even that bitch Sarah Jorgensen who
broke into my locker while I was taking a shower after swim practice last
fall and took everything and hid it in the boys locker room leaving only a
note telling me where my stuff was.  I had to sneak into the boy's locker
room wearing only a towel and get my stuff.  I came SOO close to getting
caught.  Fortunately she got kicked off the team for that stunt when she
was found out.  Stupid bitch.

   Anyway, I was so lost in self-pity I didn't notice my dog had sort of
changed the speed and force of his fucking motion.  You know what, it's
nice being able to say fuck.  I also wasn't aware that my dog had started
growling in frustration.  There wasn't a lot I could have done about it,
but I could have at least gotten ready.  Ready for what, I didn't know
then, but I sure found out.

   I mentioned getting my guts ripped out by a burning knife stuck up my
pussy?  That's what felt like was happening.  I think this was what hurt
more than absolutely everything.  Ever.  I didn't even hear myself shriek
in pain, it hurt so bad.  All I could focus on was the gut wrenching pain
in the pit of my stomach, an actual burning, tearing sensation followed by
an internal 'POP'.

   I managed to find my voice.  "Oh my God, it HURTS!  It hurts, Daddy, Oh
my God!  Make it stop, Daddy!" And then, just before I thought I couldn't
stand it anymore, it stopped!

   It was amazing.  One second I was in agonizing 'I wish I would die kind
of pain' and the next second it was gone.  Well not completely gone.  It
still ached, and the constant stretching hurt.  I felt like a rubber band
stretched to the max, right on the verge of snapping.  Plus, I could
actually FEEL that gargantuan dog cock sliding further into me.  How much
was there?  I could almost imagine it was going to come out of my mouth!

   I could hear Daddy trying to soothe me.  It gave me something external
to focus on, instead of the all-encompassing pain I was enduring.

   "It's okay, Angel, it's okay.  We don't want to make the big, bad dog
angry so he bites you.  I think he's almost finished.  Then he'll go away
and you'll be fine.  See, he's already stopped pushing so fast."

   What was Daddy thinking?  Bad dog?  He wasn't bad.  If I hadn't teased
him like I did he would have been fine.  And what do you mean 'go away'? 
He's MY dog, he isn't going anywhere.  Unfortunately I wasn't able to
verbalize my thoughts.  I wasn't really thinking clearly to be honest. 
Instead I sniffed and replied to Daddy's question.  Focusing on answering
his questions was providing a surprisingly effective distraction from my
pain.

   "It's not as fast, but it's a lot harder.  And it hurts so deep in my
tummy!  Are you sure he's almost done, Daddy?" It's not that I didn't trust
Daddy, I did, but I couldn't imagine how this pain could possibly end any
time soon.  It had literally become my world.

   "Yes dear, I'm pretty sure.  Just relax and let this big guy finish,
then he'll go away and we can go back inside." Relax?  Let HIM try and
relax with a phone pole shoved up his...  Oh, he's a guy.  Okay, shoved up
his ass and see if he could relax.  Besides, what's with these constant
references to my dog going away?  I was about to let loose with my feelings
on the subject when he completely shocked me from out of the blue.

   "Maybe I'll take you to Victoria's Secret tomorrow.  I'll let you get
anything you want."

   THAT got my attention.  It was like a dream come true!  I'd always
slowed down as we passed by Victoria's and gazed longingly at all the
wonderful things I could see in there.  But I'd never had the nerve to
actually step inside.  If anything would set off Daddy's fuddy duddy mode,
the idea of going in there would.

   I eagerly jumped at the offer.  I had to agree before he changed his
mind.  "ANYTHING?  Whatever I want, and you won't tell me no?"

   "That's right Sweetheart, anything."

   Oh my God!  This was fabulous!  I swear, if I weren't on my hands and
knees getting fucked (there's that word again) by my dog I'd be dancing
around in delight!

   I completely forgot everything while my big dog, still panting above me,
painfully thrust that huge dog dick into my incredibly sore pussy.  All I
could dream of was all that sexy lingerie, and what could I possibly get
that would inflame Daddy's lust the most.  I was so caught up in my
planning, that I honestly couldn't tell you when the intensely painful
stretching sensation I'd been experiencing...  changed.  Somewhere, the
sharp painful stretching had somehow turned into good, dull aching
sensation.  Kind of like how my arms and legs felt after winning the 400
meter free style.  Only better, MUCH better.

   As my dog thrust his cock into me, it felt like my pussy lips were
sucked in with it, along with my clit.  The bottom of that dog cock as it
rubbed against my clit was AMAZING.  Then it was repeated on the outstroke
as that wonderful cock turned my pussy right side out.  Add to that the
feeling of that huge, hot, pulsing tube of flesh, (uh-oh, romance novel
alert), as it slid back and forth through the depths of my belly.  My god,
the feeling was making me wet!  Getting fucked by my dog was actually
making me horny!  Can you believe it?

   I couldn't help it.  My eyes were still closed dreamily as I made a
mental list of what I was going to get during tomorrow's shopping trip, but
I started pushing back against my wonderful dog's hips as he fucked me.  It
took a minute to find his rhythm, but once I did, WOW!  I could already
feel that familiar wave building.  I'd had orgasms from rubbing myself,
grinding with Becky, getting licked by my dog, but THIS had all the signs
of leaving all of those in the dust.  I just had to tell Daddy it was
coming.  I-I-I wanted him t-t-to tell me what I l-l-looked like.  Damn
c-c-camera!

   "Um, Dad?  I-I-I'm starting to feel f-f-funny.  All t-t-tingly and like
I-I-I have b-b-butterflies in my s-s-stomach." That was about as far as I
got before that huge wave crashed over me.  It wasn't a wave, it was a
tsunami!  I groaned through gritted teeth, I thrashed, I saw fireworks, the
whole nine yards.  For a moment there I thought I was going to pass out. 
It was STUPENDOUS!

   I came to my senses to the sound of my dog whining and growling softly
above me and the feeling of Daddy rubbing my left calf.  I would have liked
a chance to catch my breath, but my wonder dog's tempo had picked up again,
and I could feel a twinge in the depths of my overstuffed pussy that
another orgasm was hiding in there.  How many could I take?

   I was still matching that increased fucking tempo with my hips.  I
couldn't help myself, I don't think I could have stopped if I'd wanted to.
And I did NOT want to.  I still ached that it wasn't Daddy fucking me, but
this was awesome just the same.

   Anyway, I could feel that seed of another orgasm beginning to grow and
to help it along, I was pushing harder and harder against my puppy's
powerful thrusts.  Only, it started to hurt again.  The overstretched mouth
of my vagina, that muscular ring wrapping around the shaft of that
wonderful prick plundering my depths, (I'm doing it again), was beginning
to burn with that stretching tearing feeling.  What was going on back
there? There SHALT be a camera next time to record this.

   "Ouch!  Daddy, what's going on back there?  It's starting to hurt
again." I looked back at Daddy, kneeling at his vantage point.  I was so
jealous, he could actually SEE what was going on.  Once again I wished I
had a camera.  Maybe I should just get one and wear it around my neck so I
can capture moments like these...

   It was hurting again, every time my orgasm started to build, that
burning pain would force it back down.  I wanted the pain stopped.  I
lusted for that next orgasm.  I NEEDED it.

   "Sweetie, he's just trying to get the last little bit of his cock into
you.  There just a little bit of it to go and he'll be done "Ouch!  I wish
he'd hurry up.  This part is rather painful." Then I must have shifted,
because my knees suddenly reminded me how torn up they were.  Remember what
I said about forgetting pain unless you're reminded of it?  "Oh, and my
knees hurt too!"

   "Let me see if this brute will let me get something for your knees,
Baby. Then I'll see if I might help this big dog finish fucking you. 
Wouldn't that be nice?"

   "Yes it would Daddy." A particularly painful push against my poor abused
pussy had me adding, "Ouch!  Please hurry, it really hurts."

   Daddy carefully stood up, talking soothingly to my dog as he stepped
over to my lounger and grabbed my towel.  "It's okay, boy.  I don't want to
stop you.  I want to help you.  Let me get something to make it easier for
your bitch." I couldn't believe I had just heard my Daddy call me a bitch.
Who did he think I was, Sarah Jorgensen?

   "I can't believe you just called me a bitch, Daddy!  I'm not mean to you
at all!" I was so mad.  I would probably have hit his arm for calling me
names if I could have gotten up and reached him.  And then, he had the
nerve to laugh at me!

   "Oh, Amy!  A bitch isn't just a mean person.  It's also a female dog,
especially when she's being bred!" D'oh!  I knew that!  It must have been
that stupid bitch Sarah's fault.  I was just thinking of her and jumped to
conclusions without thinking of the OTHER meaning of bitch.

   So while I was feeling stupid about being forgetful, Daddy folded up my
towel and carefully tried to place it under my poor knees.  I moved too
quick and fast for the first knee, knocking my doggy off balance.  He
scrambled with one hind leg and scratched the crap out of my leg.

   "Ow!  Stop scratching me you stupid dog!" Oops, I didn't mean that, the
stupid part.  "Daddy, be more careful, that hurt!" The second knee was
better, with no more scratches.  Daddy's eyes twinkled like he was laughing
at me.  I was about to hit him when something he had just said came to
mind. "Daddy?"

   "Yes, Dear?"

   I hadn't really thought through to the end result of getting fucked by
my dog.  Was Daddy right?  "If I'm being a bitch right now, does that mean
my dog is trying to breed ME?" Daddy completely missed the whole 'my'
thing. Good God, I should schedule a hearing exam for him.

   His reply kind of unsettled me.  "Yes dear, I don't think it will be
long now."

   What was he saying?  My dog breeding me?  Ejaculating his doggy sperm
inside my body and having them reach one of my eggs...  Remember, I had
gone through Sex Ed class.  I wasn't stupid, but there were several details
my education had sort of skipped.  Oh, my God!  What if?  In a scared
little voice I asked him, "Daddy?  Am I going to have puppies?"

   Hey!  Don't laugh!  It was a legitimate question!  I didn't know!  Daddy
sure didn't help.  He laughed so hard he had tears pouring from his eyes.
"Ha-ha!  No, dear.  You won't have any puppies."

   I should have been glad about that.  Relieved.  Instead I was...  sad. I
couldn't figure out why.  I managed a very quiet "Oh."

   Then I was reminded I was still getting fucked by my wonderful dog, a
rather painful reminder, a particularly hard shove against the mouth of my
pussy sort of reminder.  What was going on back there?  I momentarily
considered sending Daddy in for the camera so I could find out right now
what was happening, but I really didn't want him to leave me.  His presence
was comforting.  I couldn't imagine how I'd have dealt with the pain if he
weren't here.

   Anyway, painful reminder.  Involving firmer thrusting making me grunt
again.  I could do without the pushes involving grunting.  They reminded me
just how deep inside my belly that doggy cock had gone.  And every time I
was reminded was every time I noticed it still hurt.

   "Daddy...  Oomph!  When you got me the towel...  Oomph!  You said you'd
help him hurry up.  Oomph!  My belly still hurts way down deep...  Oomph!
But not as much...  Oomph!  What really hurts...  OUCH!  Is where he's
pushing against...  Oomph!  My cunny.  I'm getting tired.  Oomph!  Could
you help?  OWW!  Please?  I think I'd like...  Oomph!  Him to...  Oh! 
Breed me."

   I couldn't believe I said that!  Not the first part about Daddy
promising to help me.  I meant the last part about wanting my dog to breed
me.  I honestly did.  I actually liked the idea of having doggy sperm
swimming around my insides.  The idea of it all woke that little orgasm
seed that had been hiding since the painful banging against the entrance to
my pussy had started.  Hurry Daddy, I was ready!

   The wonders of naivety.  It's a rather interesting question if I would
have been so enthused about the last step of being bred by a dog if I
actually knew what it involved.  I know the answer NOW, but the question
remains.

   I saw Daddy's eyes light up with an idea.  "Amy, I think I can help the
dog finish, but I'll need your help.  When I count to three, push back
against his doggy cock as hard as you can.  Be careful, it might hurt a
little."

   Chapter 6 I was so eager to be bred, to find and nurture that orgasm
hiding around in my belly, to be my big dog's little bitch, to finish so I
could get up!  This hands and knees thing with my dog draped over my back
was getting bloody uncomfortable!  It would also be nice to stop the whole
grunting thing.  "Oomph!  Okay Daddy!  Oomph!  As long as...  Oomph!  It
doesn't hurt too much."

   I saw his right arm move up and back behind my dog, and he sort of
shifted his position.  Then Daddy started counting.  "One...  Two... 
Three!" I didn't expect a trick like that from Daddy.  I'd never realized
he could be so sneaky.  Like a dummy, just as he said three, I pushed my
pussy back as hard as I could, too late to realize what was waiting for me.

   There was a reason the entrance to my pussy was sore from whatever was
battering against it.  Somebody had managed to hide a bowling ball or
something behind my doggie's huge cock, and they were trying to stuff it
into my already overfilled cunny.

   I felt the mouth of my pussy stretch tighter and tighter, straining to
allow passage of whatever brutal instrument of torture was hidden back
there.  Just as I was sure my pussy was going to ruined forever I felt that
muscular ring dilate, like I would think having a baby would feel like, and
suddenly surround and envelop whatever that thing was.  My scream of pain
was matched by the howl from my dog above me.

   I ached everywhere.  My belly ached where I swear that monster dog cock
was lodged against my heart.  The bottom of my cunny throbbed from where I
could feel it wrapped tightly around that enormous tube of flesh.  The area
just inside my cunny pulsed against the pressure of the bowling ball just
stuffed inside it, and the mouth of my pussy burned from the agony of
letting everything now buried inside me pass.

   I recovered to the sensation of being wrapped in the biggest hug by
Daddy.  I vaguely recall him murmuring words into the back of my head. 
"Beautiful girl...  So very proud...  Can't believe you did that..." It was
comforting, I felt like I was eight again and how he held me after Mommy
died.  And then, I remembered what he'd said just a moment ago.

   I pulled away from him, slipping from his arms.  He was looking at me
with this goofy look of disbelief.  I managed to raise one arm and smacked
him on the shoulder as hard as I could.  He had the nerve to look
surprised.

   "Daddy!  You told me it wouldn't hurt too much!  That hurt a lot!" I
couldn't BELIEVE how Dad had tricked me.  What a rotten thing to do, not
telling me the complete details.  How could he have been so sneaky...  Um,
that sounds familiar.  Haven't I done similar, albeit less painful, tricks
like that to Daddy?  Only I hadn't actually gotten caught?  I gulped as I
realized perhaps I shouldn't be quite so upset.

   He at least had the sense to look properly contrite as he apologized. 
"I'm sorry, Angel.  I really didn't think it would be that bad."

   It was contrite, but not quite sincere enough.  That had REALLY hurt,
though it had graduated down to only a dull ache.  Fortunately for him.  I
let Daddy off the hook with a sniff.  "Well, be more careful next time. 
That really hurt!"

   Did I just say next time?  Did I really mean that?  I'd have to think
that one over later.

   My big dog had apparently decided he was done with the jackhammer
thrusting.  He was just resting his weight against my back, with an
occasional jerk of his hips creating an almost pleasant tug on his embedded
doggy cock.  Without the overriding pain and grunt inducing lunges, I
finally had the opportunity to try and understand what had just happened
and what exactly was buried so deep inside of me.

   I could actually FEEL it inside.  It was...  warm, very warm.  And it
throbbed, I could imagine I could feel my dogs heartbeat through his cock.
I could feel every inch where I achingly stretched to envelop this massive
intruder.

   My Dad's quiet question broke me free of my curious introspection. 
"What are you thinking about, Sweetie?"

   "I'm feeling him inside me.  He's so deep, and feel's so hot.  And it
hurts, a lot.  But...  it's a...  GOOD hurt." I suddenly found the perfect
comparison.  "It's like how my muscles ache after I've won a swim meet. 
Only better."

   He felt so deep.  I wondered if I could actually feel him in my belly. I
carefully brought one hand and gently rubbed my tummy.  I was kind of
disappointed, "I feel like I should be able to feel him, but I can't."

   Gradually, I began to notice an odd sensation.  I'd actually managed to
get used to the deep stretching, almost a low throbbing deep in my belly.
I'd even adjusted to the large bulge just inside my vagina, actually
pushing from the inside out whenever my dog gently tugged on his embedded
cock.  But now everything from the deepest pit, but especially that lump at
the base barely enveloped by the entrance to my vagina was...  swelling. 
It felt like someone had managed to get a balloon all the way into me and
was inflating it.  It started out kind of pleasant, but rather quickly
became uncomfortable and in some places, such as the lump at my vaginal
entrance, even painful.

   "Uh...  Oh, boy...  Uh...  Oh, my!" I was starting to groan from the
sensation.

   Daddy, still sitting beside me immediately questioned my outburst. 
"What is it Princess?  What's the matter?"

   "Oh my God!  He's getting bigger!  God, it's really starting to hurt!" I
could see the concerned look on Daddy's face as he leaned back to look at
the junction where I was now joined with my...  doggy lover?  I guess that
was true, he had fucked me good.  I wondered when he would breed me or if I
would even feel...  Then suddenly, another "Oh, my God!" I could feel
something deep in my belly.  It was warm, really warm, and I could feel
it...  sloshing around.  It felt like...  Ewww!  I looked up at Daddy in
disgust and said, "Daddy, he's PEEING in me!  I can feel it in my belly."
The idea of it was SO disgusting!

   I couldn't believe it when Daddy laughed.  It wasn't funny.  This was
nasty!  "Oh, Amy!  No, it isn't pee, it's called cum.  It's the stuff boys
make that contains the sperm that help make babies.  It means this big guy
here is finally breeding you."

   Oh really?  That's okay then.  But why does it feel so runny, and why
does it keep coming?  In the videos Becky and I had watched, the men had
covered the girls' face and boobs with that white goop.  But it was sticky
and looked like hand lotion, and there couldn't have been all that much,
several tablespoons maybe.  This felt...  different, and already more than
just a few tablespoons.

   "I don't know Daddy.  It still feels like he's peeing.  How much do you
think he'll put in me?  I'm already starting to feel full." I was feeling
full.  Like a sitting down at Thanksgiving dinner and eating until I
couldn't take another bite full.  And the spurting in my belly hadn't even
slowed down!

   Daddy reached up and rubbed behind my dogs' ears.  Good, he liked my new
dog too.  That will make it easier when the time came to convince him to
let me keep him.  His next words though kind of killed my pleasure in that
thought though.  "I'm really not sure, Sweetheart.  It may be quite a bit."

   Quite a bit?  What did he mean by 'Quite a bit'?  I sure know what he
meant by 'just a little' the sneak.  But quite a bit?  Where would it go?
Why was I worrying, it wasn't like I could stop anything now.  Besides, I'd
just found that sneaky little seed of an orgasm again.  That spurting
pressure must have found it.  Hooo, boy!

   Still, I'd best reassure Daddy I was okay.  Just in case.  "Um, Daddy?
It's okay.  It kind of hurts, but not too much.  It's making it feel like
my belly's stretching, but its feeling kind of...  Ohhhh, Daddy." That
orgasm seed must have loved all that dog sperm pumping into my belly,
because all of the sudden it erupted into a giant tree, no, a MOUNTAIN!  I
barely managed a "It feels REALLY good!" before a big wave suddenly washed
me off that mountain top and roared like an avalanche down its side,
carrying me along for the ride!

   I remember grunting and moaning through gritted teeth.  Beating clenched
fists against the patio tiles.  Muscles were rippling, especially the ones
in my belly enveloping that...  that...  fire hose pouring into my belly. I
could hear my doggy lover howl in victory and I would have joined him if I
could.  I moaned and shook, and even think I blacked out for a brief
period. How I didn't fall over I'll never know.

   When I finally quit shaking and caught my breath.  I was so exhausted I
just wanted to curl up into a ball and go to sleep.  Still, I wanted to try
and explain to Daddy how I felt.

   "Oh, Daddy!  Oh, Daddy!  That was amazing!  I can't believe how awesome
that felt.  I'm really tired though, is he done yet?" Hey, my description I
just gave you was much more accurate than the silly comment I gave to
Daddy. I've had time to actually think about how it felt since then.  Don't
complain.

   It must have been enough.  His reply came close to setting me off again
if I'd had the energy.  Still, it managed to give me the giggles.  "I don't
know Sweetie.  If it were me, I would have been done and passed out a long
time ago."

   My God!  He had been actually thinking of making love to me enough to
make that comparison?  Score!  I started wondering how making love to Daddy
would be different from getting fucked by my dog.  The first thought was I
that I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have been QUITE so painful.

   I was just getting really going with that chain of thought when my dog
interrupted me.  I wish he would quit that.  Anyway, he released my hips
with his forelegs and dropped down fully on my back.  It was like I was
suddenly wearing a fur coat.  A HEAVY fur coat.  I hoped this meant he was
almost finished breeding me.

   I remembered what Daddy had just said and giggled again.  Then said,
"That would have been nice..." It WOULD have been nice if Daddy had been my
first instead.  I don't think I would have minded quite so much if my dog
had actually been second.  Say what?  What did I mean second ?  Save that
thought for later...

   Anyway, I continued.  "I wish he'd hurry up.  He's heavy." Plus my tummy
was still feeling awfully full.  I reached back to rub it, maybe that would
help.  "Hey, I can still feel him squirting in my belly.  It's really
warm."

   Then just as the rubbing started to make things better, my dog began
tugging on my poor abused pussy making it hurt again!  What was up with
that?  "Hey!  Stop that!  Ouch!" That last part was when his foreleg began
jerking along my hip and he started scratching me again!  Didn't we already
have enough of that?

   Daddy sort of leaped forward, grabbing that annoyingly painful leg, and
ended up helping my dog get his front off of where it had been so heavy on
my back and over to my right side.  What a relief!  But it didn't last. 
His rear paw began scrabbling against my thigh, scratching me up again. 
Daddy helped with the hind leg too, but whatever my dog was trying to do
felt really funky, but a little painful.  I really wish that whole painful
part would be done.

   Anyway, I complained the whole time about how that bowling ball in my
pussy was tugging so hard and I was getting scratched up even more, until I
suddenly experienced the most amazing sensation.  I could feel that
wonderful thing, that fabulous doggy cock that was filling me so
completely, TURN inside me.  It's indescribable.  I don't know how it
didn't trigger another orgasm.  Unfortunately it didn't last long.  I could
actually have enjoyed that all day.

   At least when my dog was done and had turned around, it was SO much more
comfortable.  No heavy fur coat on my back.  No more scratching legs around
my waist.  Even the pressure pulling against my aching pussy was more
tolerable.  The only thing was that something was tickling my back and
shoulders.  It took me a moment to realize it was my puppy's tail, too
funny.

   I think I breathed a sigh of relief as I informed Daddy, "Oh, that's
much better.  He really was getting heavy."

   I had moved my hand back to support myself while my dog shifted off my
back.  I brought it back to rub my sore tummy again.  The new position must
have changed something.  I could better feel the jets of doggy cum
squirting into my tummy.  Dad just had to feel this!

   "Daddy, he's still squirting!  It's really filling me up.  He's so deep!
You have just got to feel this!" I grabbed Daddy's arm, almost causing him
to fall over.  That would have been funny!  Anyway, I placed his hand over
my belly so he could feel.

   It felt like...  a spark, a gentle heat, something marvelous when Daddy
touched my belly.  He'd touched me before, but not like this.  This was...
different...  erotic, sexy, not like I was a little girl at all.  I sighed
at the sensation.

   He gently rubbed me tummy, then paused.  I could see the look of wonder
in his eyes as he could feel what I had.  That gentle throbbing as a result
of my wonderful dog's still spurting cock as he continued to fill me with
his puppy juice.

   "Oh, Amy, that is...  I can't think of the word.  It's beyond amazing.
I'm so proud of you." Then he enveloped me in a very loving hug.  I melted
into it.  I wish it could have lasted forever.  Unfortunately my wobbly
arms reminded me how long I'd been kneeling on my hands and knees and how
tired I was from my three orgasms.  I looked over and longingly gazed at my
lounge chair.  Perfect!

   "Thanks Dad, but my arms are getting tired.  Could you drag my chair
over here?  I think that will help."

   He laughed as he got up, dragged my lounger over to me and got me
comfortably settled with my upper torso and arms resting on the lower seat
area.  What a relief.  My weight was off my arms and I could fold them and
rest my head on them.  I was so tired I might have even fallen asleep
despite my pussy still being attached to my doggy's enormous dick.

   He sort of startled me with his question, "Can I get you anything else
while I'm up?"

   I would have replied more firmly if I was less drowsy.  Daddy couldn't
go anywhere yet.  He had to stay and keep me safe.  Instead I managed a "No
thanks.  I'd rather you stay here with me.  Could you rub my tummy some
more, please?  It's feeling sore from being so full."

   Now, my tummy WAS sore from being so full.  I was stuffed with a massive
dog cock, and it was trying to empty a bathtub into my belly.  I felt
enormously bloated, but in a good way.  Even more than that though, I
wanted Daddy to keep rubbing me.  It was very comforting and distracted me
from all my aches and pains.

   Daddy gently rubbed my tummy again, and I closed my eyes in dreamy
contentment.  I could feel his hand drift lower, over the gentle mound
above my pussy.  Hmm, don't stop, I remember thinking.  He must have heard
my thoughts because his hand drifted lower.  As gentle as he was though, it
still hurt when he brushed the lips of my labia.  I hissed involuntarily
and his hand jerked back to my belly.

   Damn!  Why did it have to hurt so bad just now?  Daddy was about to feel
me up!  It wasn't fair!

   At least the rubbing helped.  My tummy was really becoming uncomfortably
full.  Being bred by my dog was amazing, but I wish it could have been
finished sooner, and definitely less painfully.

   Daddy's hand had quit rubbing, and I let out a sound of complaint.  At
least he had the kindness to ask, "Does that help you feel better?"

   I closed my eyes again, enjoying the sensation.  I dreamily answered
with a "Yeah, it does.  I am so sore, both my tummy and my cunny, but the
rubbing make it feel much better." I turned to look at him, and sincerely
continued, "I'm really glad you're here Daddy.  Thanks." I was SO glad he
was here.  I couldn't imagine how I would have survived this ordeal without
his help.  I think it would have been...  a devastating experience instead
of such an amazing one.

   Meanwhile, Daddy smiled back at me and gently replied.  "Anything for my
little girl." I could hear the love, the acceptance of what had just
happened.  It filled my heart.  I don't remember ever being so close
together.  I would definitely have to thank my dog...  Why was I still just
calling him dog?  I should use his name.  What was his name?

   Chapter 7 "Daddy?  He really needs a name." I think my question
interrupted some thought Dad was following.  I could see how it startled
him.  He only managed to answer with a confused "What?"

   I'm sorry, it made me giggle.  "Don't be silly Daddy.  My dog, he needs
a name.  We have to call him something.  We just can't call him Dog."

   "Well, do you have something in mind?  I think under the circumstances
you should pick the name."

   That made me giggle even harder, "Daddy, that's too funny.  'Under the
circumstances...'" Here I was still stuck to my dog by my pussy and he
thought I shouldn't be the one to name my own dog?  Get serious.

   I looked back at my doggy lover, imagining different names to see if
they fit.  It had to be a strong name, definitely.  He looked back at me,
his tongue hanging out of his mouth, looking at me with that silly grin of
his.  His name had to invoke that mischievous look of his.  It had to be
unusual.  It had to be...

   Ah-ha!  The perfect name popped into my head.  We had just finished
studying the Vikings in history class, so that may have influenced my
choice, but it was just perfect!  I tried it out in my mind as I looked at
him, and it fit perfectly!

   I couldn't wait to tell Daddy our new dog's name!  Unfortunately, in my
enthusiasm, I must have tugged a little too hard against my newly named
dog's cock where it was embedded inside me.  It apparently hurt both of us,
because I winced and he whined.  It didn't matter, "Sorry boy, but I've
figured out your name.  Your name is Loki!"

   I could see the surprise Loki's name initially caused Daddy.  I saw him
look appraisingly at my doggy lover for a few seconds before nodding.  He
reached over to scratch Loki behind his ears and officially greeted my new
dog.  "Hello there Loki, it's nice to meet you."

   I was ecstatic.  Daddy accepted Loki!  There was no way he wouldn't let
me keep my dog now!  Another mildly painful tug on my pussy brought the
fact that Daddy was patting Loki with the hand that was supposed to be
rubbing my tummy.

   "Daddy, don't stop rubbing my belly!" He at least had the nerve to look
like he'd been caught like he had his hands in the cookie jar.

   It was rather pleasant, the three of us on the patio.  Daddy rubbing my
tummy, so full I could tell it was swelling without even looking.  Loki
with his doggie cock buried inside me, still breeding me.  At least those
spurts had finally subsided.

   It was Daddy's turn to break the silence of just enjoying each other's
company.

   "Amy, don't you have a math test on Monday?  Are you ready for it?"

   Where did THAT come from?  Did he somehow know I was daydreaming about
what I expected his reaction to my new bikini would be through most of
today's review?  (The fact that what actually had happened was so far
beyond my bland daydream was almost funny.) Besides, it was only Friday.  I
had the whole weekend to prepare!  Still, habit prompted an obedient, "Yes,
Daddy, but I have the whole weekend to study for it."

   "Just so long as you don't wait until the last minute, I'll be checking
on you." God, Daddy could be SUCH a fuddy duddy.

   My reply of "Yes, Daddy," led to the best time I think I've ever shared
with Daddy.  I've read Daddy's description.  I won't waste your time with
additional details.  I just enjoyed our conversation, as each of us took
turns petting Loki (though it was VERY awkward for me to reach him), who I
thought would just melt from the attention.  He was such a good dog, and
not just because he was an amazing fuck.  Ha, snuck another fuck in there!

   I think Daddy kept better track of time than I did, but 40 minutes
sounds about right.  I think I was on the verge of dozing, when Loki
suddenly started tugging hard against my poor pussy.  I had become so used
to the stretching sensation of Loki's cock so deep in my belly, that I
didn't notice as it began...  shrinking.

   As the tugging grew firmer, I could FEEL as my belly...  pushed...  the
steadily deflating intruder out of my womb, the ring of my cervix squeezing
along its length as it tightened back down to...  normal I guess.  Whatever
was happening, it still left my belly uncomfortably full, but now with a
sloshing sensation.  Really funky.

   Then, with a final painful tug, and an audible 'POP', not like a balloon
or soda can, much softer, my poor aching pussy finally released that
amazing dog cock.  Dad said it slithered out, which sounds gross, but it
matches the sensation.  Plus a whole bunch of Loki's doggy cum poured out
of my vagina.  I was so relieved to be released from that stuffed feeling,
but also sad that I now had this...  empty feeling...  in my cunny and
belly.  Very strange.

   I collapsed in relief against my lounger.  I was EXHAUSTED.  I felt Loki
briefly licking my butt and thigh, where some of our juices must have run.
I suddenly worried that he might begin licking my aching pussy.  Oh, please
don't!  I was SO sore!  That would only hurt worse.  I breathed a sigh of
relief when he stopped.

   It was the sound of Loki's nails on the patio deck that caught my
attention.  What was he doing?  I drowsily looked up and back, and saw him
heading for the open gate.  Where was he going?  Did I just do something
wrong?  What was happening?  Loki couldn't just leave?  He'd just gotten
here!  In a panic, I shouted "Loki, don't go!" But it was too late, he was
gone.

   I couldn't believe it!  I must have done something bad to make him
leave. I heard someone sniffling, and realized it was me.  If I'd had any
more energy, I'd have thrown myself at Daddy and bawled my eyes out.  Or
more likely run naked after Loki to bring him back.

   As it was, I barely managed to say, "It's not fair.  He's gone and I
didn't even get a chance to say good bye." My heart was broken, and was
never going to be the same again.  My doggy lover, who I...  loved...  who
had...  stolen...  the gift of my virginity I was saving for Daddy, was
gone.  Oh God, what had I done to deserve this?

   It was Dad who provided a ray of light in the darkness of my anguish. 
Uh, oh, romance novel again.  Still, when he said, "It's okay, baby.  I'm
sure he'll be back.  We'll just have to keep an eye out for him," it did
manage to quell the anguished wail building in my chest.  I leapt at the
idea!

   "You think so?  Really?  Thanks, Daddy!" I was overjoyed, Dad was always
right!  Loki would be home before we knew it, and between Daddy and him, my
life would be complete.

   His next comment reminded me how sore I was from my experience.  "I
think it's time to take you inside and get you cleaned up.  Loki
accidentally scratched the hell out of you and your neck is still bleeding.
I imagine you're pretty sore from his being so deep inside you."

   Oh, was Dad right about that.  I don't think I could have taken more
than three steps.  I don't remember rubbing my neck, but I was surprised I
had blood on my fingertips.  Oh, to be clean!  What a marvelous idea!  I
held my hands out to Daddy and asked, "Carry me, Daddy!" Then I noticed my
bikini bottoms in a lonely puddle of cloth where they had fallen.  "Oh, and
don't forget my new bikini, I don't want to lose it."

   I saw the twinkle in his eyes before he turned and stepped over,
grabbing my new bikini bottoms.  My bikini top had come un-tied behind my
back sometime in the last hour, and was just hanging from my neck.  I went
ahead and took it off entirely just as Daddy turned to come back.  Why keep
it on now?  I didn't feel the least bit self-conscious being naked for
Daddy anymore after what had just happened.

   I loved Dad's gentle smile as he gently lifted me into his arms, holding
me under my shoulders and knees, letting me rest my head on his shoulders.
Even though I could still feel Loki's dog cum leaking from my pussy, the
feeling of Daddy's arms holding me was very comforting.  I snuggled in as
we headed into the house.

   It was chilly in the house.  As we passed from the tile in the kitchen
to the carpet, Daddy had the nerve to warn me about leaking on the carpet.
It wasn't my fault I was dripping everywhere.  Still, he had a point, I
could feel the sloshing in my belly.  I started to giggle.

   "I'll try not to leak Daddy, but don't think I can.  There's a lot of
Loki's stuff still in me."

   I thought Dad was going to drop me when he suddenly shifted me, almost
turning me upside down.  I actually squealed in laughter over that.  Before
I knew it, we were in his bathroom and he had set me back down on my feet.

   He turned to the shower, got it started and adjusted the temperature.  I
stood there, not willing to move yet.  When he was satisfied with the
temperature, he turned back towards me and...  froze.  I must have looked
dreadful.  I felt absolutely dreadful.  I saw his eyes darken in concern as
he looked over my body.  He winced several times.  I saw his lips
straighten as he made some sort of decision as he turned away.

   Where was he going?  Didn't he realize how much I still needed him?  Had
he figured out I was saving myself for him and was upset that I had... 
had...  let Loki take my gift meant for him instead?  Didn't he realize I
had been trying to get him to notice me as a woman for months?  Did he
notice, but something about me kept him from being interested in me?  Was
he jealous of Loki?  Was he unwilling to share me with my dog?  What was
the matter?

   I barely managed to say "Daddy?"

   He turned back towards me, with a "Yes, dear?" His eyes were very dark.
I couldn't see anything behind them.  The not knowing what I had done that
made him want to leave scared me.

   I almost couldn't ask.  I dreaded his response, but I had to know.  In a
very quiet voice, I asked the question that covered so much, the answer
which would let me know whether I would ever have a chance to share that
special place in his heart beside Mom.  That place I so wanted him to share
with Loki now in my own heart.  To know if I'd ever realize my dream of
making love with the most sexy man I ever knew.  Just to...  know.  I felt
completely lost.

   "Daddy, do you think I'm ugly?"

   I found myself swept into a hug so tight, it almost hurt.  I was so
exhausted, and sore, and dirty, I don't think I know what I felt.  Still, I
heard Daddy's voice as he tried to comfort me.  "No, Sweetheart, I think
you are the most beautiful young lady I know.  Why do you ask?"

   Couldn't he see?  I almost sobbed as I started.  "Because of what
happened.  Because I let a dog f-f-fuck me.  Because...  because I think I
LIKED it.  Not at first, I was so scared and it hurt so much.  But then you
were there, and it was good INSTEAD of bad.  You made me feel safe in spite
of everything, even though it hurt so much!  And the part where he bred me
felt so GOOD!  What's wrong with me?  Why do you leave me?  I already miss
him!" I was sobbing hysterically by then.

   I don't recall what Dad was saying as he gently rocked me, only that it
was what I needed to hear.  I eventually managed to get my emotions under
control.  It took me a second to process his last comment.  Something about
having my cuts and scratches looked at before dinner.

   THAT caught my attention.  Get them looked at by WHOM?  "Oh my God!  No!
What if they figure out what really happened?  I would just die!" Could a
doctor look at me and figure out I was a dog fucker?  They would send me to
a mental hospital.  There's no way I could go!

   Fortunately, Dad's sensible, fuddy duddy tone, actually managed to calm
me.  I just wanted to get off this emotional roller coaster.  "Amy, these
really should be looked at.  We can tell the doctor you were attacked by a
dog.  It wouldn't be far from the truth.  If we only show the scratches and
bite marks it will be okay."

   I was still scared a doctor would just KNOW what really happened.  But I
guess Daddy had a point.  I looked at my feet and muttered some sound of
agreement.  I felt Daddy step back, and begin to turn away again.  My eyes
snapped up.  He was leaving me!

   "Daddy?" He stopped, and turned back!

   "Yes Baby?"

   "Please stay.  I don't want you to go." I didn't want him to leave me,
ever.

   "You really do need to get cleaned up."

   God, sometimes Dad could be so dense.  But this was my chance, my big
chance.  I needed Daddy with me.  To keep me safe.  To accept me.  To love
me.  This was my opportunity to make my dreams of Daddy come true.  I could
tell the moment was NOW!

   "I know I do, but I want you to stay...  To help me...  In the shower...
Please?"

   I held my breath.  I could see the indecision in his eyes.  I saw a
glint of...  desire?  Desire for me?  After everything?  I was beginning to
feel light headed from anticipation.  What would Daddy do?  Then I saw his
jaw set.  It was like he was preparing to put his hand into a fire.  What?
What?  What was he going to do?

   Despite everything, all my planning, all my dreams, all my desires, I
was still surprised at how...  simple...  such a huge shift in our lives
could be.  He smiled the most loving smile imaginable, loosened his shorts
and let them fall around his ankles leaving him as naked as myself, took my
hand, and led me into the shower.  Grand slam, it's out of here!  Game
over! I think if I hadn't been so tired, I would have cheered.

   Chapter 8 It was like a dream come true.  Only my poor aching body was
telling me this was real.  He stood behind me, and started with my hair. 
All of the sudden I realized why so many movie and novel sex scenes
involved showers.  It was so erotic.  The feel of his hands as he rubbed my
scalp, lathered up my hair, and gently rinsed it almost made me purr.

   Then, he began to soap up and rub my back.  This was nothing like when
Becky rubbed me, and not just because we were in the shower.  This was
Daddy rubbing me.  I so needed more.  I reached back and grabbed his hands.
I needed his arms around me, like in so many of my dreams as I lay awake at
night, imagining it was Daddy as I found myself rubbing my cunny furiously.
But this was so different, not what I had imagined, so much better.  I
leaned back against him, and brought his hands up and placed them over my
newly sprouted breasts.  I could feel the nipples harden and poke into his
palms.

   Oh, why didn't I follow Dad up when he took his shower earlier?  I so
regretted losing his gift of my virginity.  I ached for my loss, his loss.
I couldn't blame Loki, what the three of us had just shared was... 
immeasurable.  It was just...

   I didn't mean for Daddy to hear me.  I uttered a very regretful sigh. 
"This, THIS, was how I had hoped it would it be." I only knew he had heard
me when he briefly paused, then continued cleaning me, even more gently
than before.  I was glad the shower helped disguise my tears of regret and
heartache.

   His hands continued down from my new breasts down past my ribs, to
gently rub my belly.  I looked down and wasn't really surprised to see the
slight swell from the pressure of all of Loki's cum still trapped in my
belly.

   His hands continued further, gently, I so wanted him to rub my pussy, to
trace the labia, gently rub my clit, even now aching for his touch.  But I
was too sore, too stimulated, it would only have hurt dreadfully, ruining
everything.  Instead, I placed his hand beneath mine and held it gently
over the gentle swelling of my pubic mound.  It wasn't fair.  I wanted so
much more, but couldn't have it.

   He left his hand there for forever, or maybe just a minute, before
kneeling and gently continuing down my legs, cleaning as he went.  I winced
occasionally where soap burned in some of the deeper scratches, but it was
no matter.  I was regretful when he finally reached my feet until the
realization struck me that it was now my turn.

   We both turned around until I was facing Dad's back, him still on his
knees.  I copied his approach, minus the reaching around to rub his chest.
My arms just wouldn't reach.  I washed his hair, his back and prompted him
to stand.  I loved to touch Daddy's back, trace the muscles.  He was
slender, wiry, a runner's build.  My hands drifted to his buttocks, a
nervous tick as I first touched his right butt cheek almost made me giggle.

   I started to reach between his thighs.  I burned to touch his penis, but
made myself wait.  Soon enough I reminded myself.  Instead I dragged my
fingers back through the crevice between his firm buttocks, delicately
tracing the muscles and reveling in the naughtiness of it all.  I hadn't
realized I had rubbed my finger across his anus until I both saw and felt
the shiver run through Daddy's body.  How interesting, Daddy likes having
his ass played with.  I cataloged that for later.

   I continued down his muscular legs to his feet, and still kneeling while
facing his feet, prompted him to turn and face me.  I so wanted to look up
and see his penis, but this sense of...  anticipation, was too enjoyable. I
continued rubbing the front of his legs, no sense in even pretending to be
washing.  This was just too erotic, and despite all the soreness, made me
gooey in the pit of my stomach, and not all of it from Loki's puppy seed.

   Finally, I reached his thigh and then Daddy's waist, before looking up
and gazing at Daddy's beautiful penis, right in front of me.  It looked
nothing like I would have expected, bigger than any of the pictures from
health class, nothing like the cocks in those sex videos Becky and I had
watched on her brother's computer.

   It was...  limp, kind of wrinkled, with a purplish tip with a small
indent in the tip, undoubtedly where he peed from.  The base was surrounded
by a mat of short curly hair, pubic hair.  I could make out his balls
beneath, looking like a pair of large marbles inside a sack.  I was amazed,
I was curious, I...  couldn't believe it made that large bulge I saw
earlier when Daddy saw me in my bikini.

   I reached up, and gently poke it with my finger, almost giggling at how
it sort of flopped.  Then I froze in astonishment as it began to grow,
almost like a balloon.  Within seconds it was huge!  So stiff it rose in a
45 degree angle.  I touched it again, and felt its firmness, how it sort of
wobbled back and forth.  It was longer than the palm of hand, and bigger
around then my hand could grasp.  It looked bigger then how Loki's cock had
felt when he had just fucked me.  I wondered what it would feel like having
Daddy's penis inside me, to fill that empty space in my belly.  I cursed
fate that I was so sore I couldn't find out right this minute how it would
feel inside me.

   There is a huge difference between what something feels like where you
can see it and where you can't.  Although I was amazed at the size of Dad's
erection, it turns out having it in front of me made it appear a lot bigger
than what Loki had just put me through.  Not.  However, Daddy is a much
more considerate lover.  Oops.

   I proceeded to gently wash Daddy's balls, intrigued by the feeling.  The
idea that I was holding the...  source that created ME, was unbelievably
erotic.  I released him, and continued up his torso, tracing the muscles in
his stomach and chest.  The water was beginning to get cold when I reached
his neck.  I could see the love in Daddy's eyes, the desire, the
acceptance, the EVERYTHING.  I think that was what prompted me to reach
around his neck and pull him down to where his head was at my level, than
lean forward and give him a loving kiss on his lips.  They were everything
I'd ever dreamed, so very different then Becky's.  I loved them, I loved
everything about him.

   As I released him, still looking in his eyes, I felt like telling him
everything I felt in my heart, but just couldn't find the words.  I had to
settle for, "Thank you Daddy!" I think he understood by the look of love
that filled his eyes at my words.  I hugged him tightly and then stepped
out of the rapidly chilling shower, with Daddy following closely.

   I gingerly dried myself off, I was still very sore, while Daddy dried
himself off right next to me.  I was already getting chilled, so hurried to
my room to get dressed.  Daddy was right, of course Dad was right, getting
cleaned up made me feel a LOT better.  I wasn't even exhausted anymore,
rather I was feeling...  hungry.  My stomach chose that moment to grumble
and burble, voicing its displeasure.  Didn't Daddy say something about
dinner?  I think so.

   "Dad, where are we going for dinner?  What should I wear?" It better be
something quick, with lots of food, I discovered I was starving.  Maybe a
buffet, how about...?  The suggestion I was about to make was completely
forgotten at Daddy's response.

   "We're going to Oliver's!"

   Oliver's?  I'd been begging Daddy for AGES to take me to Oliver's.  It
was high-class, it was swanky, it was...  romantic!  It was perfect!  Now,
what was I going to wear...  Duh, I know exactly what I want.  However,
Daddy's suggestion distracted me from that important decision.

   "How about you wear that nice blue dress, the one you wore to your
school dance last month?"

   God, Daddy was such a fuddy duddy.  My blue dress was fine, for a school
dance.  Oliver's was romantic.  I needed something less...  boring. 
Besides, I had the perfect selection.  It was almost like I could see into
the future when I ordered my NEW dress.  Oh, won't Daddy be surprised!

   "Thanks Daddy, but I have a better idea." I stood in front of the
mirror, holding up my new dress, and noticed the nasty marks on my sides
and neck.  Drat, we were going to stop at that damned clinic first.  "Um,
Dad?  I really can't wear THIS to the clinic, it would really not look
right.

   Daddy's suggestion to wear my shorts and shirt and bring my outfit with
me was okay, but he really didn't understand everything that went into
getting ready.  For the look I wanted, I would almost have to bring a
duffel bag.  Still, I could make it work...  except for...

   "Dad, that will work but I have a problem, I'm still leaking!" How
embarrassing.  For that matter, how long would I have to put up with this?
How much did Loki pump into me?  I liked the sensation, but the leaking was
becoming awkward.

   I was still pondering that question when Dad stuck his head in my door,
thank God I'd already put my dress up in the garment bag to take with us,
that would have completely ruined my surprise.  Anyway, he threw a box at
me along with a quick, "These should do the trick.", before ducking back
out, leaving me with a box of tampons.  He WOULD have a stash in the event
puberty finally claimed me.  He's such a loveable fuddy duddy.

   Although, as I tried to insert one, I think I would have preferred a
pad. I was still rather raw and painful, and those 'smooth applicators'
just weren't quite smooth enough.  Still Daddy was right, again, and once I
got it in place, it seemed to solve the problem.

   Getting panties on wasn't too difficult, though the thongs were
definitely out.  Low cut bikinis would just have to do.  My shorts were a
different story though.  All my shorts were just a little too tight,
particularly in the crotch area.  I was in for a rather uncomfortable
episode.  I gathered up everything else I thought I'd need, and put them in
my purse.  The rest I managed to fit in the garment bag with my dress.  I
was not looking forward to changing somewhere on the way.

   Daddy looked VERY nice, distinguished, and handsome.  If I wasn't
starting to stiffen up or so thrilled to have him take me to Oliver's I
think I would have dragged him upstairs and ravished him.  Or maybe have
him ravish me.  Hmm...  Meanwhile, walking around wasn't TOO awfully bad,
but sitting down in the car was an exercise in caution.  It wasn't until
Daddy had already backed out of the driveway that the idea of why I didn't
just wear a pair of sweat pants hit me.  I felt like such a dumbass.  Too
late now.

   We went to the same clinic where we had gone last year when I had
sprained my wrist.  I was so nervous the doc would take one look at me and
just KNOW I had fucked my dog, that I really don't remember the details. 
He 'tsk-tsk'd' over my scratches and bites, provided some antibiotic cream,
told me to keep them clean, you know, the usual.  He really made me mad
though when he mentioned the idea of reporting a violent dog to animal
control for them to keep an eye out for.  Report MY dog?  I don't think so!

   I think I was still simmering as we were getting up to leave, since I
don't even remember him mentioning the rabies shot, though I sure did when
he stuck me with it.  That just gave me one more thing to seethe over. 
Loki with rabies?  Not a chance!  What a dumbass, him, the doctor this
time, not me..

   I was still seething over the insults that stupid doctor had directed at
my Loki as we got into the car.  It was sitting down again that distracted
me from that train of thought.  I glanced at the clock in the car as we
were pulling out of the parking lot, and noticed we had over an hour before
our dinner reservation.

   "Daddy, we've got almost an hour, could we run back to the house so I
can get ready?  It would really be much more convenient."

   I was rather pleased when he agreed.  I had this great idea that would
blow his socks off but it wouldn't have been possible if I had to change
'on the road'.  As we stepped back into the house, I told Daddy that I
wanted to surprise him and wait until I was done.  I almost skipped
upstairs over the thought of what I was going to do.

   I had a picture of Mom shortly after her and Dad had just met.  I don't
know where she was going, but she was dressed beautifully.  The dress I had
gotten online with my swim suit was almost identical.  THAT was the look I
wanted to surprise Daddy with.

   It was a bit of a trick getting that look just right, though.  I knew
how to put my hair up, and that wasn't too hard while the dress and shoes
were also easy.  I had ordered some makeup along with the dress.  Daddy
wouldn't let me wear makeup yet, but I thought it would be nice to have on
hand when he did.  Besides, I figured he would approve of this exception.
The makeup actually took longer than I thought it would, it was really hard
to match Mom's appearance from the photo.

   The only thing left was it took me a bit to figure out what to do about
the scratches and bites on my legs and neck, but antibiotic cream and
concealer did a surprisingly good job in hiding those.  I made sure to keep
one more surprise for Dad before getting the last part of my ensemble,
Mom's necklace.  I knew Dad was saving those for me when I was older, but I
knew where he kept them.  Mom's necklace and my earrings Daddy gave me for
my birthday completed the picture.  It was perfect!

   I reminded Daddy to keep his eyes closed as I came downstairs to show
him my look.  He looked so handsome, yet funny with his eyes clenched shut.
I stood before him, nervous for some reason, and took a deep breath.  Then
told him, "Okay Daddy, tell me what you think."

   I was NOT expecting the reaction I got when he looked at me.  His face
turned white as a ghost, almost like during that phone call from the
hospital after Mom's accident.  That was bad enough, but when the tears
welled up and began to fall, I felt absolutely dreadful.  What had I done?

   "Daddy, Daddy, are you okay?  Why are you crying?  What's wrong?" I was
getting worried.

   His reply...  I don't know how to describe it.  I thought my heart would
just explode with joy.  It was more than I could have dreamed possible. 
"Oh, Amy, you have no idea of how much you look like your mother right now.
For a moment I thought I'd seen a ghost.  I can't believe how absolutely
beautiful you look right now."

   I will treasure that moment forever.

   I don't remember running over to him, I only remember being enveloped in
a powerful, loving hug.  "Oh, thank you Daddy, do you really think so?  I'm
sorry I made you cry." I was almost crying myself, only managing not to
through sheer will.  I didn't want my mascara to run.  I almost didn't
care.

   "It's okay, you just startled me.  I can't believe how grown-up you
look. Your mother would have been proud."

   That statement bounced around my head.  It made me so desperately miss
Mom while at the same time having Daddy tell me how grown-up I looked made
my heart sing.  I wouldn't have been surprised if my heart had burst right
there for the love I had for Daddy just then.

   I tried to regain control.  I had to remind myself to act more mature,
more like a grown-up, not like a silly girl, but it was so hard.  I finally
managed to say, "Oh Daddy, I do wish she were here, but don't make me cry.
I don't want my makeup to run.  I did this especially for you."

   "Thank you Amy, you have no idea how happy you just made me and how
beautiful you look." This was almost like a moment from one of my romance
novels, the emotion, the passion, the overwhelming love.  Too bad it had to
end.  Daddy looked at his watch, and exclaimed "Oh no, we really should be
going or we'll be late!"

   He then stood up, and offered me the crook of his arm like I chivalrous
knight escorting me to our evening out.  I lightly took it, and we went out
to the car to leave for dinner.

   Our night out at Oliver's was everything I had dreamed about.  It was
wonderful, it was delicious, it was SO romantic.  I loved how Daddy focused
on me the entire time, treating me like a young lady instead of a child.  I
wish I hadn't been so exhausted so I could have remembered the details, but
it was still another memory to treasure.

   I almost fell asleep on the drive home, but managed not to doze.  It was
late by the time we got to the house, and I almost asked Daddy to carry me
upstairs.  I was tempted to ask him to carry me to HIS room, but I was so
tired and still so sore and had to get undressed so the idea never got past
the 'wouldn't it be nice if...' stage.

   He did manage to focus my attention when he thanked me for an enjoyable
evening and that he looked forward to our next date.  Next date!  He
considered this a date!

   I was so happy!  "A date?  Oh, Daddy, I had a nice date with you as
well." Then I remembered my second surprise for Daddy tonight.  I took the
hem of my skirt and quickly lifted it up.  The look on his face was so
funny as he realized I had gone to Oliver's of all places without any
panties, just a lacy garter belt holding my stockings up.

   I didn't give him too much of a look, or maybe I did.  I could already
see the bulge of his erection form in his pants before I dropped my dress,
and scampered into my room with a giggle.  It was the perfect ending to
a... perfect day?  I remember thinking that, and wondering how I could say
that.  The shower and dinner with Daddy were perfect, but how could getting
fucked by a dog qualify.

   I was still mulling the strange idea around my head is I got ready for
bed, remembering to clean out my bites and scratches and apply new
ointment. I also removed the tampon without really thinking about it.  I
didn't bother with a nightshirt when I collapsed into bed, I fell asleep
completely naked.  My last thoughts as I drifted off were, "Maybe Daddy
will peek in and see me like this.  Wouldn't that be nice?"

   Chapter 9 I woke up rather early Saturday morning.  I remember having
had the most bizarre dream.  It involved Daddy being a werewolf.  We had
dinner, and walked through the woods, and he made love to me in a clearing,
than changed into an adorable Loki.  I knew where it had come from, but it
was still strange.  I think what had woken me up was the fact that my
sheets were absolutely soaked, and I don't think it was all from where I
had leaked the rest of Loki's cum all night.  My dream had been incredibly
erotic.

   Still, I wasn't going back to sleep now, so I got up and put on a light
sundress.  Shorts just weren't an option, I was still sore, though much
better.  I decided to skip panties again too.  I wondered how long it would
take Daddy to notice.  I stripped my sheets off, and placed them in the
laundry room for later.  Then like a lightning bolt, I remembered.  Daddy's
promise of Victoria's Secret!  Mmmm, the possibilities.

   I was still dreamily thinking about what I was going to get while I made
breakfast.  The smell of bacon must have drawn Daddy down.  He still looked
half asleep, almost pensive.  I know now he was feeling guilty about what
had happened yesterday for some reason.  Maybe that was part of being a
fuddy duddy.  Why should he feel guilty?  I actually had a fabulous day
yesterday, despite how bizarre that sounded.  Even the soreness was
beginning to wear off and I'd almost finished leaking.  That was kind of a
bummer, I liked the sensation though didn't care for the mess it left.

   I had Dad help me get breakfast ready and then we sat down to eat.  I
was surprisingly hungry, and knew better then to try and talk to Dad before
he finished his first cup of coffee.  I kind of impatiently bounced until
he was almost finished before popping my question.

   "So, when are we going shopping?  You promised yesterday I could get
anything I wanted at Victoria's Secret today." Then, since we were on the
subject of shopping anyway, I continued with something I had filed away in
my mind yesterday regarding Loki.  "We should get a dog bowl and food for
Loki when he comes back too, while we're out.  I imagine he's quite hungry.
What do you think?"

   Dad must have swallowed something wrong, because he began to cough and
choke.  It was so bad I had to run over and pound him on his back to help
him.  "Are you okay, Daddy?"

   He said something about the coffee going down the wrong pipe before he
answered my question about shopping.  Would you believe he asked whether I
wanted to go to the mall AFTER lunch?  I don't think so!  He even agreed
stopping at the pet store while we were out would be a good idea.  Of
course it was a good idea, it was MY idea.

   I left Dad to clean up from breakfast while I headed up to do some
laundry.  I was almost at the door when I realized that Daddy hadn't
appeared to notice I wasn't wearing panties this morning.  I'd have to fix
that.  I turned around and got his attention, then raised my skirt and
flashed him again, just like last night.  You wouldn't believe how much he
blushed, it was too funny.  Then I dropped it and skipped upstairs.  Maybe
Daddy WASN'T quite the fuddy duddy he pretended to be.

   Anyway, the morning went surprisingly quickly considering how antsy I
was for the mall to open.  Even his ruling that I must wear panties when we
went out did not bother me, though I tried to argue just for the sake of
appearances.  I got him back though, when I put on one of my lacy blue
thong panties that I got on my shopping trip with Becky.  I thought Daddy
would trip over his tongue he was panting so hard when I showed it to him.
Score!

   I would tell you about that memorable shopping trip, but I think I'd
like to keep this story under a thousand pages.  Just let it be said, I had
a ball and I thought Daddy would just die of embarrassment.  Daddy must
have been under a spell, he let me drag him everywhere in the mall and get
just about anything I wanted.  I wonder if I could have gotten him to buy
me a car that day.

   We had lunch at the food court and stopped at the pet store on the way
home.  We picked up everything Loki could possibly have needed.  Daddy
tried to make a joke about getting a doggy bed for Loki.  NOT funny.  I
rather firmly told him Loki was sleeping with me.  Then I thought of how
there was plenty of room in Daddy's bed for the three of us.  Now where did
THAT idea come from?  Who cares?  Now, how to make it happen...  Oh, back
to my story.

   So I had an unusually enjoyable trip to the mall with Daddy, and eagerly
hauled my spoils to my room.  Then, since it was such a nice day, decided
it was a good time to go swimming.  I threw on my still new bikini, though
it sure didn't feel 'new' and headed for the patio.  I decided to forego
covering up since Daddy had already seen the goods.  Oh, my.  That almost
gave me the giggles.

   So I convinced Daddy to join me, and while he was getting ready went out
onto the patio.  I was hoping Loki had already returned, and was rather
disappointed when he wasn't there.  Then I noticed the gate was closed. 
Daddy!  What were you THINKING?  How was Loki supposed to come back with
the gate locked?

   I stalked over to the gate, mumbling about Alzheimer's and other
reason's parents just lose their minds before flinging open the gate.  I
did look around and made several loud whistles, hoping Loki was close
enough to hear, but with no response.  Sigh.  Still, I latched the gate
open and headed back to the pool.  I saw Dad there at the door to the house
holding two Cokes, and was about to tell him what I thought about him
leaving the gate closed, when the goofy grin on his face almost gave me a
case of the giggles.  Not fair, he cheated!

   It was quite pleasant enjoying the sun on the patio with Daddy.  I don't
think either one of us were reading our books though.  I noticed Dad
couldn't keep his eyes off me.  The thought he found me that sexy just gave
me warm gooey feelings in my belly and made my little pussy drool.  I
figured I would give him more of a show, kind of a payback for closing the
gate and leaving Loki outside.

   I started with a little squirming.  Just enough to make sure he was
paying close attention, before I went to the next step.  I turned and
looked at him, and asked, "Daddy, my cunny is still sore from yesterday and
sort of itches." It sure itched all right, but not because it was sore. 
"My swim suit is bothering it.  Do you mind if I take it off?"

   I could already see the lump in his swimsuit which completely
contradicted his casual response.  "Well, since it IS uncomfortable, I
don't see any reason to let it irritate you.  Go right ahead."

   I almost laughed.  Where was my fuddy duddy Daddy hiding?  Where did
this wonderfully lecherous man come from?  I loved it!  To be honest, there
really isn't all that much to my bikini, but I still think I set a record
removing it revealing my body to Daddy.  For some reason, I really enjoyed
being naked around him, and not because he'd been there yesterday while
Loki fucked me.  I still had to tease him some more though, so stretched as
far as I could while saying, "Thank you Daddy, that's much better." I
almost giggled at his groan.

   Too bad he didn't just jump me right then and there.  I would have been
more than willing.  I was still a little sore deep in my belly, but Daddy
was so gentle, it would have been okay.

   As the afternoon wore on, I found myself completely ignoring my book.  I
was watching the gate, hoping Loki would show, or watching that bulge in
Daddy's trunks.  I was wondering if I would have to hire a band and raise
banners to convince him to carry me away to his bed when he abruptly sat
up. Yes!  He was going to do it!  However, his very concerned voice sort of
dashed that fantasy.

   "Amy!  Did you forget your sunscreen?" I tried to tell him that of
course I didn't, I put it on as soon as I sat down...  Oops.  I looked at
myself, and was rather surprised at the rather alarming shade of pink my no
longer covered breasts and hairless pubic mound had become.

   "Oh, no!" I was so embarrassed.  I quickly grabbed my things and hurried
inside.  God, I hoped I hadn't gotten sunburnt.  That would be unbelievably
uncomfortable.  I was in the kitchen slathering aloe on myself when Daddy
came back in.  I was really depressed.  Not because I had let myself get
burnt, but because Loki hadn't come home.  Where was he?

   I looked at Daddy and voiced my unhappiness, "He didn't come back..."

   He tried to cheer me with his response.  "It's only been one day,
Sweetie.  Give him a chance.  I'm sure he'll show.  I'll put some food out
for him and make sure the gate stays open this time.  I'm sure that will
bring him back."

   I couldn't help but leap at the idea, the alternative was too terrible.
I gave Daddy a big hug, leaning my head into his shoulder.  "I hope so
Daddy.  Thank you for understanding."

   It was pleasant hugging Daddy, his short chest hairs lightly tickling my
new breasts, his leg between my thighs where I could gently press my pussy
against it generating flashes of pleasure in my tummy.  The feel of...

   I couldn't help it, I giggled.  I still owed Daddy for closing the gate.
"You have a woody!  You have a woody!"

   "Enough of that you wench!  You'd better learn to behave or I will
tickle you into submission!" Then the cad made good on his threat and began
tickling me!  I managed to squirm out of his grasp and make a dash for my
room, but not before he gave me a swat on my butt.  I hadn't had so much
fun with Daddy in ages.  Well goofy fun I mean, last night had been fun
too, but a more serious fun.

   For the rest of the afternoon, I was still rather depressed that Loki
hadn't come home yet.  Most of the soreness had vanished, and the thought
of how that huge doggy cock had made me feel so completely full just made
me wet.  I began to wonder what was wrong with me.  I was getting just as
excited thinking about my dog as I was when thinking about Daddy.  I'd
never heard of girls having sex with animals though there were some jokes
I'd heard about boys and sheep.  Which reminds me, have you heard the one
about...  Focus, Amy...  I'll have to tell that joke another time.

   Anyway, I was starting to feel...  like a worse perv then Brian.  He was
only watching naughty things, I was actually DOING it, and with my dog no
less.  It was bothering me.  I mean I liked it and everything.  Um, when
had I decided I liked it?  I was even looking forward to Loki's return so I
could be his little doggy bitch and he could breed me again.  No, so he
could FUCK me again.  But I really wanted Daddy to make love to me too!  I
couldn't figure out what I wanted.  I spent most of the afternoon kind of
squirming over how what kind of girl that must make me.

   I was still squirming over my conflicting thoughts during dinner.  Daddy
must have noticed something was up.  He was unbelievably dense about my
desire to have him take me to his bed and ravish me, but he was rather
astute when something was bothering me.  Still, his question gave me the
opening I think I needed.

   "What's the matter, Sweetie?  You look troubled."

   Having an opening doesn't mean it's easy to take it.  My thoughts and
concerns had sort of combined into something I would really like to do, but
was too embarrassed to ask for.  Me, embarrassed after everything that had
happened since yesterday.

   "Umm, well...  um..." At least Daddy had the patience to sit attentively
until I could get it out.  "Daddy, I want to find out more about girls who
fuck dogs.  I know there's stuff about it on the Internet..." EVERYTHING is
on the Internet, "could you help me look it up.  I really want to know. 
Please?" I so wanted to know, to find out I wasn't some twisted freak.  I
could only look at my toes while waiting for Daddy's decision.

   His reply wasn't at all long in coming.  "Sure Amy, we'll go ahead and
see what we can find." I was so glad I almost jumped to me feet to make a
beeline to my computer before the rest of Dad's reply stopped me.  "But not
until you cleanup from dinner, finish your homework for Monday, and we're
both ready for bed.  It might take a while to find what we want, so don't
get your hopes up."

   I couldn't decide if I wanted to jump for joy or sigh in frustration. 
The important thing was that Daddy agreed with my request!  I couldn't
wait! I tore through the kitchen getting everything cleaned up and put
away. I even mopped the floor so Daddy wouldn't have an excuse to renege on
his offer.  I swear when I was done, the kitchen could have made the cover
of Better Homes & Gardens.

   With the kitchen out of the way, I jumped into my homework.  Math was a
bit of trouble, I really should have taken better notes during the review.
I ended up having to pull out quite a few old assignments to get everything
squared away.

   The best part while I was doing my homework though was when Daddy broke
out Loki's new food and water bowl and set them up on the patio right by
the door.  Did I ever mention how much I love my Dad?

   Still, I finished up my homework just after seven and was heading up to
get ready for bed.  Dad put a brake on that idea though, the big fuddy
duddy.  Said it was too soon.  Instead, he announced we would watch a movie
first.  He had me make some popcorn while he got things ready.

   Everything was set by the time we sat down, my leaning up against Daddy
while the Blue Ray loaded.  I briefly wondered why Daddy had a smirk, until
the menu screen came up.  He had chosen Thor!  "Daddy, that's not funny!" I
thumped him on the arm at his little laugh at my expense.  Thor, indeed...

   Still, it was an enjoyable movie, especially considering how pleasant it
was snuggling with Daddy while his hand rested on my hip.  I had changed
into my blue sun dress after getting a tad sunburnt, and Daddy's hand
rubbing on my hip felt nice, more than nice actually.  I didn't realize
either I had been squirming or Daddy's hand had been...  drifting, but
about half-way through the movie I realized he was now rubbing my bare
bottom.  It seems somehow I had ::snicker:: neglected to put panties on
again.  The feeling of his hand on my bare ass definitely gave me a warm
squishy feeling deep in my belly.

   Daddy's hand on my bottom was nice, but I found myself wanting more.  I
squirmed my hips even more, as if to get comfortable, until his hand was
cupping the cheek of my ass with his fingers drifting back and forth
through my butt crack.

   Mmmm, now I know why that felt so good to Daddy in the shower last
night. I recalled how he had shuddered when I touched his butt hole, and
wondered how it would feel to me.  I squirmed a bit more, and almost bit my
arm that I was using to rest my head on as I snuggled against Daddy's side
when he finally touched it with his fingertips.  Oh, my God!  I almost came
just from that!  I could never have imagined having someone you love touch
your ass like that could be so erotic.

   It felt so amazing that without shifting those wonderful fingers rubbing
my ass, I gave Daddy a hug and told him thanks.  I'm sure he didn't mind
one bit either, the glint in his eyes and that smile on his face would have
melted stone.  We both settled down and finished our movie, though I
shivered occasionally when he rubbed me just right.

   I was actually disappointed when the movie ended and Daddy stopped
rubbing my ass, disappointed until I remembered Daddy's promise, that is. I
think Daddy didn't want to stop either, because he had a sort of regretful
look.  I couldn't have that, so I jumped, leaned over and gave him a kiss.
I had been dreaming of kissing Daddy like I had been kissing Becky and the
feeling of his lips against mine were everything I could have imagined.  I
would have liked to do a more serious kiss, but really wanted to surf the
Net with Daddy, and I think I would have kissed him all night if I weren't
careful.

   I broke the kiss to the sound of a groan of disappointment from Daddy,
which almost convinced me to kiss him again.  Almost.  I saw another
erection tenting his jeans, and a wicked idea popped into my mind.  Just as
I turned away to head upstairs to change, I gave Dad's dick a quick grope
and a squeeze, leading to yet another groan.  Score!  I giggled as I ran
upstairs.  My romance books were right, teasing like this was fun, and I
hadn't come close to finishing teasing Daddy tonight.

   Instead of wearing my usual comfortable t-shirt tonight, I decided to
try one of my new purchases from Victoria's Secret I'd picked up at this
morning's trip.  It was a lacy blue baby-doll nighty that was see-through
from just the right angle.  Ooooh, wait until Daddy saw me in this!  It
came with a matching g-string panty, but I decided to forego that option.
Not because my pussy was sore, it didn't bother me at all anymore, but
because I was already getting wet in anticipation and figured it'd be
coming off soon enough anyway.

   Daddy seeing me in my new nighty was everything I imagined, his eyes
popped again when I finally came down and a lustful look filled his face.
It was about time he looked at me like that!  I did a brief twirl to tease
even more before realizing HE wasn't ready yet.  Men!  I had to grab his
arm and pull him to his room, complaining at his slowness, "Come ON, Dad.
Hurry up and get ready, you PROMISED!"

   I pulled out his sweatpants that he wore before bed, and turned around
to find he STILL hadn't gotten his clothes off.  He wore a lop-sided grin
as I threw his sweats at him, and tapped my foot impatiently as he stripped
down.  Watching him strip like that was rather arousing, and made me even
damper.  If I weren't so worried about being a freak for enjoying fucking
my dog, I would probably have jumped Daddy right there.

   Still, Daddy FINALLY finished getting ready, and I dragged him back
downstairs to my computer.  I waited until he got settled, then plopped
myself down on his lap straddling his legs.  My anticipation was so high
I'm surprised Dad didn't feel the wet spot I was already making on his
sweat pants.  Once we got started though, all worries about my pussy
drooling all over Daddy's leg ceased.

   I was amazed at how quickly Dad found animal porn sites.  It was just
like watching the porn with Becky on her brother's computer, but that was
tame by comparison.  This was...  UNBELIEVABLE!  I don't remember my sigh
of relief as I realized I wasn't such a freak, so MANY girls loved their
dogs.  Physically I mean.  Like the porn sites I had seen with Becky, some
sites were better than others but it didn't matter.

   Daddy must have found it erotic as well, I could feel his cock swell
between my thighs, and I found by wiggling just right, I could work Daddy's
sweatpants down until his penis was released.  I mischievously wiggled
until it was comfortably pressed between the lips of my labia, almost at
the opening to my vagina.  I giggled at his groan at the sensation.  I was
surprised he didn't just push his penis into me, or rather disappointed.  I
know he found me sexy and desirable, why wouldn't he make love to me?

   Regardless, I was VERY disappointed when Daddy called it a night, though
I do admit I was very tired.  I was pleasantly surprised when he swept me
up and carried me to my room, though bummed he didn't feel me up while he
did.  He tucked me in and I told him good night, then I thought of one last
tease before sleep.  I held my hands up like I used to when I was little in
a silent gesture for a hug and a kiss.  When Daddy obliged though, I pulled
his head close and gave him a much better kiss.  I loved the feel of his
lips on my, and the taste of his lips as I traced them with my tongue, but
I wanted more.  I pushed my tongue against his lips until he parted them,
and then slipped my tongue inside until I teasingly touched his own tongue.

   He grabbed the back of my head and neck, pulling me tight against him as
we shared a passionate French kiss.  It was nothing like I had done with
Becky.  It was better!  I was disappointed again when it ended.  I wanted
to pull him down into my bed with me, but really was too tired to do more
than think about it.  I don't remember him leaving, though vaguely recall
telling him thank you.

   I woke up sometime around 2:30, having to pee.  As I shuffled back from
the bathroom, I noticed Daddy sleeping on his side on his bed.  I decided
his bed looked more comfortable than mine.  Besides, I'd just had a wicked
thought of how I could tease him one more time.  I shimmied out of my
nighty, and snuck into Daddy's room and crawled into his bed, naked as he
was.  He mumbled something about what was I doing?  Hello!  Wasn't it
obvious?  Instead I said something about a bad dream, snuggled my back up
against him and pulled his arm around me.  Yes, this was MUCH better.  I
fell asleep with a great sense of being loved and protected.  It was quite
pleasant.

   Chapter 10 Sunday morning came way too early after the physical and
emotional roller coaster I had been riding the last two days.  I remember a
peck on the cheek from Daddy, and something about having to get up.  Nope,
that wasn't going to happen.  Maybe I could find a way to convince him to
come back into bed with me, perhaps to finally ravish me instead?  Now
there was an idea with possibilities...

   However, it was not to be.  It was his improbable statement about having
to get up and get ready for church that yanked me into complete
wakefulness. "Church?  How could we possibly go to church again after... 
You know." I'd forgotten how Dad had become much more...  religious after
Mom died.  I'm sure it contributed greatly to his fuddy duddy-ness and may
have been getting in the way of my convincing him to ravish me.

   I thought my question had a certain validity.  I couldn't imagine going
to church knowing I loved to fuck my dog and that I desperately wanted to
fuck my Dad.  Wasn't there a saying about a whore in church?  Although I
was certainly no whore.  So far I'd only been with my dog and planned to be
with my Dad.  What about making out with Becky?  Did that count?  WAS I a
slut?  That would be bad.  Regardless, there was no way I could go to
church ever again!

   I was really getting worked up into a panic, but fortunately Dad calmed
me down with his question.  "Are you still the same person you were before
Friday?" I had to agree with that.  I WAS the same person, only...  More
experienced?  He continued, "So how is today any different from any other
Sunday?" I hate it when he's right.  Still, it would be nice to see my
friends.  Maybe he had a point.

   So, we got ready for church, Daddy teasing me about dressing
appropriately as if I didn't have everything else making me uncomfortable.
I found a rather nice outfit to wear, and headed down for breakfast.  Daddy
was too concerned with time, and I was too worried about, I don't know,
being struck by lightning or something when we got to church, to talk much.
I was still trying to come up with an excuse not to go.

   What suddenly dragged me out of my gloom at the guilt I felt going to
church after my unbelievable naughtiness was after breakfast and I took a
look at Loki's dog bowl.  It was empty!  I frantically searched the yard,
hoping he was somewhere I could see him.  "Daddy!  Loki's bowl is empty! 
He must have been here last night!" I ran over and gave him a huge hug.  I
was so relieved that nothing had happened to my dog and he was still close
by.

   I was still bubbling over from that sign of his presence all the way to
church and through the service.  I even forgot to be paranoid.  It was
better when I saw all my friends.  I made all of them jealous when I told
them of my shopping trip with Daddy yesterday and all the stuff he'd let me
get, though didn't mention Victoria's Secret, not even to Becky.  I wasn't
prepared to answer questions about why Daddy would have let me go THERE. 
Lisa talked about her latest boyfriend and enthusiastically about her
upcoming cruise.  Again.  But that's okay, she's my friend.  All in all, it
actually turned out to be fun.

   I was still bubbling after church when Dad and I joined the families of
some of our friends for lunch.  I was sitting between Becky and Melissa.  I
almost kicked myself when I told them that Daddy was letting me have a dog.
At least I hadn't told them who he was or his name either.  I felt kind of
bad for misleading Becky.  Perhaps she wouldn't be quite so freaked out if
I told her.  I mean she was really cool about me and my Dad.

   After lunch, we spent the afternoon in back around our pool.  I didn't
even bother with my bikini, and just came outside naked.  Considering what
Daddy paid for that bikini ::snicker:: it was a shame not to wear it, but
having Daddy ogle me was worth it.  I tried to get him to ditch his trunks
as well, but I think having gone to church re-filled his fuddy duddy
reservoir.

   Daddy cooked steaks on the grill while I get the rest of dinner ready.
Afterwards, we watched another movie while I enjoyed Daddy playing with my
ass again.  I was wearing panties this time, and the feel of him slipping
his hand down the waistband was almost as erotic as not having panties on
at all.  Who knew?

   After dinner, we got ready for bed again.  I wore my nightshirt this
time, but skipped the panties again.  Then, we went back down to my
computer, and we looked at some more porn.  I think Becky would have
freaked if she saw me sitting in Daddy's lap as we surfed for porn. 
Actually, she probably wouldn't, I think she'd probably plop herself down
on MY lap.

   Anyway, we started out with more animal porn.  There are only so many
GOOD sites.  I preferred the ones where the girls loved their dogs, not
used them if you know what I mean.  I also saw women getting screwed by
horses.  That made me hurt just to watch.  Loki was painful enough, but a
horse cock?  Some of the story sites were good too, though we ended up
saving most of those to read later.  We gradually drifted into various
other sites.  Quite a few of them were rather nasty, as in verging on gross
and we didn't stay there very long.  Other's really caught my eye, anal sex
in particular.

   I already knew how much I liked having my ass played with, what would
Daddy's penis feel like?  Daddy's erection had already escaped his sweat
pants, so just to sort of test the feeling, I reached down and grasped his
penis with my hand.  Oh, my!  You should have heard Daddy moan.  But when I
placed it up against my asshole, oh my God!  I think we both groaned.  It
was fabulous, but huge!  I decided right then that since I had lost the
gift of my virginity to Loki I was going to give my virgin ass to Daddy. 
Only now I had to figure out how he would fit, my ass was so very tiny. 
Maybe some of these videos would help...

   As nice as the idea of anal sex was, some of the video's involving oral
sex made me just as wet.  I already knew how good it felt for Loki to lick
my little cunny but I couldn't wait for Daddy to do it to me.  Then there
were the blow jobs.  I'm twelve, I know what a blow job is, but always
thought it kind of gross.  I mean guys PEE out of their dicks.  But
watching some of those girl's go down on those guys left me so wet that I
desperately wanted to try.  What really blew me away was the one video
where I could tell the girl tried to swallow her man's penis.  I could SEE
it in her throat.  What would that feel like?

   I grumbled when Daddy called it a night.  He reminded me tomorrow was a
school day and I had a math test.  Gee, Dad, thanks for reminding me.  I
thought about joining him in his bed again like last night, but he was
watching the news.  Boring!  Instead I thought about all the videos we
watched and the feel of Daddy's dick against my ass.  I love that phrase,
it sounds so naughty.  I ended up rubbing myself as I imagined first Daddy
then Loki, then somehow both kissing my mouth, my boobs, my pussy, and my
ass.  Then when I inserted my finger in my ass, it set off a tremendous
orgasm.  Wow!

   I woke up before Daddy on Monday.  I had to hurry if I didn't want to
miss my bus, and I sure managed to wake Daddy up with my shouts of glee
when I noticed Loki's food bowl was empty again.  The phrase Daddy used,
that I bubbled during the morning, carried me through the day.  Lunch was
fun with my friends, and I wasn't even annoyed over my math test.  I wasn't
even annoyed when I got my test back and found that I had missed one
question that I KNEW the answer to, but missed because I accidentally had
my graph reversed.

   It was cloudy and rainy on the way home.  I was so hoping Loki had come
home while I was at school.  The weather looked like it was going to be
dreadful, and I didn't want to think of Loki stuck out in it.  Dad was
still working in his office when I got home, but that didn't stop me from
sticking my head inside to ask, "Did you see him?  Did he come home while I
was gone?" I could tell by the look in his eye that Loki still hadn't come
back.  Where was he?  I worried about him for the rest of the afternoon.

   I did have one thing that sort of brightened my day though.  I'd given
some thought about how good having Dad rubbing my ass felt, and that
fabulous orgasm from last night when I stuck my finger in there.  How much
better would it be if HE had his finger in me?  I'd put my sundress on
after school without panties again, and decided to try something when he
rubbed my ass again.  Heck, it was so crappy outside now was as good as
any. I got myself ready, and then went over to the family room where he was
watching some science show about the universe.

   So, I snuggled up to him as had become our routine with Daddy's hand on
my ass as a commercial ended.  He was rubbing my cheeks nicely, but I was
impatient for him to discover my surprise.  I wiggled my hips until his
finger drifted down to my butt hole to discover what I'd done.  I'd taken
olive oil and spread it around and just inside my ass.  I wanted to enjoy
this, not be rubbed raw.  I grinned at the look on Daddy's face when he
discovered what I'd done.  It didn't take him long to take advantage of my
offer.

   I felt him press his finger against the muscular ring and just LEAVE it
there.  No!  No teasing!  I actually plunged my hips backward to compel
that finger inside me.  Oh my God!  It was amazing!  His finger was so much
bigger than mine, and the best part was that it didn't hurt a bit!  I was
kind of worried about that.  The feeling as he sort of...  twirled his
finger around inside me was fabulous, I leaned back against him and
practically purred.

   I don't think either one of us paid too much attention to the show, but
I was VERY disappointed when the end came and he carefully removed his
finger.  I'll admit the oil was pretty much gone, and his finger was
starting to burn, but even that felt good.  I didn't want him to stop. 
"Daddy, why'd you stop?"

   The excuse he gave about making dinner was not any consolation for his
having stopped fingering me, but I figured I'd let it slide.  Still, I
figured getting dinner out of the way would just make the chance to sit
down with Daddy on the couch again later so he'd feel me up some more come
that much sooner.

   Unfortunately, being in the kitchen let me see just how hard it was
raining outside along with the thunder and lightning.  I felt so bad for
Loki, outside in all that nasty weather.  "Daddy?  How do you think Loki's
doing out in such nasty weather?"

   His reply didn't make me feel any better, not worse at least, just not
better.  "He's a smart dog, I'm sure he has a hiding spot where he'll be
warm and dry."

   I sighed at the thought, thinking how cold and wet Loki must be.  "I
just wish he were warm and dry here."

   The sincerity of his response, "So do I Sweetie.  So do I." at least
helped a little.  I was so glad he understood how bad I felt over Loki
being out in such terrible weather.

   After cleaning up from dinner, we watched some more TV.  'America's Got
Talent' was on tonight, and I never missed an episode.  I knew Daddy wasn't
a fan, but appreciated that he watched it with me anyway.  I found myself
bouncing on the edge of the couch in excitement over several of the
performances.

   After my show, I decided it was some more internet fun time.  We had
started too late last night, and I wanted some more time.  Besides, I had
plans and couldn't wait to get them started.  So I told Daddy to hurry up
and get ready for bed.  I could tell that I'd confused him when he told him
to skip a shower, but that was just part of the fun.

   While he got himself ready, I hurried and got myself ready.  Still, it
took me longer than him, and Daddy was already waiting downstairs in my
computer chair when I arrived.

   I recalled how erotic our shower Friday had been with no words, and
thought this would be a nice occasion to repeat it.  My anticipation
already had me damp, and I couldn't wait for when Daddy figured out what I
had in mind.  I had to be careful to control the giggles so I didn't ruin
things.  I wanted this to be special.

   So, wearing my now favorite night shirt, I entered the family room
carrying a towel and a small jar.  I could see the puzzled look on Daddy's
face from my unusual accessories.  I waved for him to stand, to which he
bemusedly followed, whereupon I placed the towel on the seat of the chair
underneath him.  Then, I stepped around in front of him and grabbed his
sweat pants and jerked them down around his ankles.  I'm sure he wasn't
sure exactly what I had in mind, but his dick didn't care, rapidly swelling
into an impressive erection.  I briefly shivered at the thought of what I
had planned, mostly in excitement.

   Now that he was only wearing his t-shirt, I waved for him to take his
seat.  I was really getting horny from the process myself.  I used my
shoulder to move his knees to either side and shuffled forward until my
chin was only inches away from his straining penis.  Daddy must have been
excited too, because I could already see a drop of precum on the tip of his
beautiful cock.  I picked up and opened the bottle I had brought with me,
and was about to pour it in my hand, then changed my mind.  I wanted to do
something else first.

   I leaned forward, and I could hear the catch in Dad's breath as I gently
kissed the very tip of his penis.  Wow!  I couldn't believe I'd just done
that!  I sat back about to pour the contents of my jar in my hand, then
decided to tease Daddy again.  I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his
penis again, parting my lips slightly.  I wanted to taste it, him, my
Daddy. I gently extended my tongue, just touching that droplet on the
crown, barely enough to taste.  I heard Daddy stop breathing completely.  I
can only imagine what it must have looked like.  Damn it!  I should have
brought the camera!  Oh, well, I wasn't about to stop and go get it now!

   I couldn't decide quite what that taste was, kind of salty.  Sort of
like sweat but without the bitterness.  A tang I couldn't identify, very
strange.  I did know that I LIKED it.  I wanted more, but not right now, I
still had my plan to satisfy that burning itch in the pit of my tummy.

   I reluctantly released me lips from Daddy's wonderful penis before I
changed my mind, and poured the contents of my bottle into my hand.  Daddy
almost ruined the whole moment when he cautiously asked, "Um, Amy, what are
you using?"

   I almost told him Tabasco sauce, but instead I told him the truth. 
"It's olive oil, Daddy, now hush." I then gently began to cover Daddy's
perfect cock in a glistening coat of oil.  I could see the muscles in his
legs quiver as I gently stroked his throbbing erection, the oil making the
entire shaft deliciously slippery.

   Once I was satisfied, I took some more oil and carefully reached between
my legs and spread it around my ass.  Tonight was the night.  I desperately
needed Daddy inside me finally.  I wanted to give him the only gift I had
left.  I was going to let him be the first to have my ass.

   When I was ready for Dad, I stood up and leaned forward, pressing my
lips to his.  Not a peck like before, or even that wonderful French kiss
like the other night.  I was already too excited for that, I pulled his
head tightly against me, my tongue already extended out into an already
open mouth as Daddy's hand reached up to my own head and pulled me tight
against him.  I was lost in the sensation, the passion, the love, the LUST.
I WANTED Daddy in the worst way and I was bound and determined to have him.

   I broke the kiss, panting heavily as I stared into Daddy's eyes.  I saw
the smiling twinkle, the desire, the protectiveness, everything.  I saw
into his heart, and nearly cried as I saw that I had finally found a place
next to Mom as not just a daughter but as a lover.  It was incredible.  The
aching need in my belly forced me to look away.  I couldn't wait anymore. I
spun around and straddled Daddy's thighs forcing them together.  I was
almost panting in need as I reached between my legs to grasp Daddy's
wonderful cock and lined up with my desperate rosebud.  (I think I've let
my romance novels influence me again.)

   Regardless, the feeling of his slippery penis against my virgin ass made
me gasp in delight.  I took a deep breath, than began lowering myself onto
that steel pole that was Daddy's throbbing cock.  I could feel the pressure
build.  I gasped and groaned in frustration, trying desperately to relax
until, Sweet Jesus!  the muscle at the entrance abruptly surrendered and
that warm, throbbing shaft just slid into me.

   I froze, but not in pain.  This didn't hurt at all unlike my now
seemingly silly concerns.  It wouldn't have mattered if it had hurt or not
though, I needed Daddy's cock in me even if it would have split me in two!
I slowly dropped lower, relishing the feeling as my body enveloped that
incredible penis.  I shuddered in ecstasy and longing when my buttocks
finally stopped at Daddy's hips.  Ecstasy at having all of him inside me,
longing that there wasn't more.

   Now, I'm not complaining about Daddy's penis.  It is actually quite a
handful, no pun intended, and I doubt I could have taken any more than his
eight inches (really), if I think I could have, which I don't.  Still it
took a bit of adjusting to get used to, I hadn't really considered the
WIDTH, just the length.

   I relished in my triumph, my success, my achievement, my love for my
Daddy.  After a minute or so, my body managed to adjust to the welcome
intruder inside me.  Daddy wrapped his hands around me and held me tight as
he whispered in my ear, "Thank you for this gift, Amy.  I will treasure it
forever."

   I almost broke down and bawled right there.  Daddy UNDERSTOOD!  He
recognized my regret that I had lost my gift of my virginity for him, but
it didn't matter!  I don't know what else I thought other than how I
thought my heart would burst with my love for my father, for my Daddy, for
my lover.  Though words couldn't possibly describe how I felt, I had to
tell Daddy somehow how I felt.

   "Oh, Daddy, I love you, I'm just sorry this is the only gift I have left
to give you."

   I thought my heart would burst just a second ago?  That feeling was
nothing at Daddy's reply.

   "Every day with you is a gift and a treasure.  Don't ever forget." Yet
another moment I will treasure forever.

   Daddy's version is rather eloquent and surprisingly accurate, for a
fuddy duddy.  Giggle.  He even got it right that I recovered first and
started moving.  I had an aching itch in my belly, and only Daddy's
beautiful cock could possibly scratch it.  I found rocking back and forth
most effective at first, but it rapidly wasn't enough.  I tried to lift
myself and drop back down, but my legs weren't long enough.  I discovered
another seed to an orgasm hiding in me, only I needed Daddy's help.

   "Daddy, help me!" I implored, and was grateful as his hands grabbed my
narrow hips, helping me rise and fall, harder and harder, faster and faster
upon the glorious length of his masculinity.  What is it about romance
novels that keep intruding on my descriptions?

   Suffice it to say, the steady rise and fall as Daddy plumbed the depths
of my ass found that orgasm seed, and made it grow.  And grow.  And GROW!
Until suddenly, with a groan of his own, Daddy gripped my hips almost
painfully tight, and pulled me down hard against him.  I could feel his
cock embedded inside me throb and swell as I felt it explode inside my
belly, seeming to spray my insides with his cum.

   That was all I needed for the wave of my own orgasm to crash down on me.
I moaned, I groaned, my arms and legs shuddered, I saw stars.  It was
AMAZING.  It was all I could have dreamed to have my Daddy orgasm inside
me.

   We both lay back, Daddy against the chair, me against Dad, quietly
panting, enjoying the complete relaxation following such an amazing
experience.  I could have sat there together forever.  However, I could
feel Daddy's erection soften, and though I tried hard to squeeze my
sphincter muscle to keep it inside, it soon fell out.  Still, we continued
snuggling, enjoying that warm glow of togetherness.  However, way too soon
I heard nature calling me.  Reluctantly, I stood up, and then with an
increasing sense of urgency made a dash for the bathroom.

   I heard the shower running as I left the downstairs bathroom.  I still
felt a little sticky from the oil and despite finally having sex with
Daddy, was still more than a little horny.  For some reason I decided to
sneak upstairs.  I don't know why I tried to be quiet, Dad wasn't about to
hear me over the sound of the shower.

   I could see Daddy's outline dimly through the shower curtain as I
quickly removed my night shirt and slipped inside.  The warm smile he gave
me really made my tummy tickle.  I was so glad he finally realized how much
I really loved him.

   Our shower together was very similar to Friday's, he washed me and I
washed him.  I was surprised my ass wasn't the least bit sore after having
just had his cock in there.  That was so different from when Loki bred me,
I was so sore afterwards for almost two days.  I was really looking forward
to letting Daddy make love to me...  conventionally.  I would have done
that tonight, I think, if I hadn't wanted to give Daddy my gift.  Besides,
having him inside my ass felt really fabulous, so it just gave me one more
thing to look forward to.

   While the two of us were drying off, a question that had been buzzing
around in the back of my mind popped into focus.  Why had everything Daddy
and I had done together, our first shower, our first passionate kiss, our
first sleeping together, his first rubbing then fingering my ass, the first
time he made love to me, our shower just now, why had I always been the one
to, shall we say, get the ball rolling?

   Without really thinking about it, the question sort of popped out of my
mouth.  "Dad?  Why don't YOU start anything when we're being naughty?  So
far I'm the one starting everything.  Am I doing something wrong?"

   He stepped over, giving me a big hug, "No, nothing wrong at all." Then
with a lopsided grin, "Unless other people find out, I doubt they'd
approve."

   That gave me the giggles, "I won't tell if you don't, but you didn't
answer my question.  Why?"

   I could tell he was thinking about his answer.  What was there to think
about?  I was starting to get worried that there WAS something wrong, when
he finally replied.

   "It seemed the right thing to do.  You've grown up quite a bit the last
few days.  I think I didn't want to rush you past the point where you felt
comfortable.  I rather like how things are happening.  I don't think I've
been so happy since your mother died."

   Oh my God!  I couldn't believe his answer.  DADDY loved me so much he
was scared of pushing things?  The big fuddy duddy.  Perhaps I should have
just jumped his bones that first morning after the sleep over at Becky's.
Then the next part hit me, because how much I'd grown up?  What did he
mean? I was still skinny with no hips and barely any boobs.  I didn't FEEL
grown up, not really.  Sexy maybe, but not grown up.  But DADDY thought I
was.  I'd have to think about that later.  Then finally the last part about
Mom, that almost made me cry with joy.  My emotions were bouncing all over
the place and all I could manage in response for that wonderful explanation
was an inadequate "Thank you Daddy."

   I was still feeling a warm glow at Daddy's comment as I headed to my
room for bed.  My night shirt I had been wearing while Daddy finally
ravished me had gotten all wet on the bathroom floor, and I had to get a
new one before going to sleep.  I had only taken a step, when Daddy reached
out and took my hand.  I looked back, and he nodded towards his room.  Gee,
what a fast learner!  I was so eager to share his bed that I almost jerked
him off his feet.  I snuggled in, and sighed as Daddy snuggled against my
back, putting his arm around me.  I felt completely loved and safe being
held like that.

   The only way it could have been any better would be if Loki were asleep
at the foot of the bed.  My last thought as I drifted off to sleep was how
much I wished he would hurry up and come home!

   Chapter 11 Waking up in Daddy's arms was wonderful.  I felt his arm
tighten around me briefly before releasing as he got up to start the day. I
grumbled a bit while getting ready for school, I now wished more than ever
for summer break to get here so I could enjoy the feel of Daddy's arms that
much longer.

   I heard Daddy gathering up the trash as I managed a quick breakfast
before heading for the bus.  It was still pouring rain, and I was really
worrying about Loki.  I should have been joyful, happy, and ecstatic!  I
had finally broken through the shell of Daddy's fuddy duddy-ness and made
him mine!  Being around him made my heart sing!

   But as soon as I stepped out into the rain, my worry about my dog
overwhelmed me.  My depression must have been obvious, Becky and Tami tried
their best to cheer me up but I just wasn't in the mood.  I was actually
enjoying wallowing in my depression, if that makes sense.

   Tuesday dragged unbelievably slowly.  Even the weather finally starting
to clear up on the bus ride home didn't raise my spirits.  Becky and Tami
respectfully gave me my space, which I appreciated, but it wasn't enough to
help my worry.  Where was Loki?  What if something had happened to him? 
What if it wasn't him eating the food we set out every day?  What if I
never saw him again?

   I was so depressed when I got home, even seeing Daddy didn't raise my
spirits, which sounds really dreadful considering last night was so
wonderful.  I could see the concern in his eyes, but like Becky and Tami he
also gave me my space.  His acceptance and sympathy for my feelings just
added guilt to my feelings of worry and depression.  It wasn't fair!  How
could knowing how much someone cared about you only make you feel WORSE?

   I hid up in my room all afternoon.  Daddy insisted I come down for
dinner, but I really wasn't hungry.  At least he didn't try and cheer me
up, and made no comment when I excused myself and escaped back into my
room. He did come up later on his way to bed.  I wanted so much to join
him, to have him cuddle me, to be comforted by him, but my guilt over how I
treated him today got in the way.  Yes, I was being absolutely silly I
realize, but hey, what do you expect?  Despite everything, I'm still only
twelve.

   I was huddled into a ball facing the wall, consumed with worry and
guilt. I could feel Daddy's love and concern as he gave me a quick kiss on
my cheek before leaving for his bedroom.  I almost didn't say anything, but
that would have been really unfair to Daddy.

   "Daddy, what if he DOESN'T come home?  What if he's gone forever?" That
was the question that had been eating away at me making me miserable all
day.

   His hug in response was powerful, kind, understanding.  "Someone must
have been eating the food we've been leaving out.  I rather doubt Loki's
gone far.  Just give him time.  He may have been on his own for a while. 
It may be that he has to get used to being around people again."

   His response was both soothing and silly.  Getting used to being around
people again?  He sure was used to being around me.  I just wanted him
around me right now.  I just wanted to hold both of my lovers, my Daddy
lover and my doggy lover, right now!

   "Thanks Daddy, I just hope it doesn't take too much longer." He gave me
another quick kiss and left for his room.  I was still debating joining him
in between my worries for Loki when I finally drifted off.

   I had miserable dreams all night.  I couldn't remember details, only a
sense of loss, of searching, of finding happiness only to discover it
wasn't enough.  Understandable, but miserable just the same.  The fact that
the weather outside was so glorious felt like a personal affront to my
mood. Daddy tried hard to cheer me up over breakfast, and I could see the
love and caring in his eyes, but that only made me feel even guiltier.  I
had finally realized my dream of earning Daddy's unconditional and physical
love, and I wasn't following up on it.  What was wrong with me?

   To top it off, I normally liked Wednesdays.  I had PE and always enjoyed
activities with my friends.  Today was supposed to be gymnastics, which I
loved almost as much as swimming, though I was already too tall to be very
good at it.  But even that wasn't enough to make me happy this morning.  I
continued moping through the day, practically luxuriating in it the blue
funk I was in.  At least it didn't feel like the day hadn't dragged like
Tuesday, but that may have just been because I was too bummed to notice it.

   Before I knew it, school was over and I was home again.  Daddy must have
heard me, because he stuck his head out of his office and offered a cheery
hello.  I mumbled some reply, and because I didn't want to hear another
negative response, didn't even ask if Daddy had seen Loki.  I dragged
myself to my room, and prepared for another afternoon of abject misery.

   Looking back now, I don't know how Daddy managed to maintain his
cheerfulness in the face of my admittedly excessive drama.  I should have
realized that was more of a sign of his love than the actual sex.  Though
the sex is a good thing...

   I heard the sound of the lawnmower in the backyard, but that just
reminded me of Friday and dumped me further into the pit of my depression.
God I was being absolutely ridiculous.  I don't recall exactly when the
mower stopped, but shortly after I heard Daddy calling me from downstairs
saying, "Amy, you need to come down here!"

   I really didn't want to.  It was too much effort and I was too depressed
to muster the energy to go anywhere, even downstairs.  Hopefully Daddy
wouldn't be too insistent.  He'd understood so far and had been leaving me
to my solitude.  Still, a reply was in order, if only to keep him from
coming up and bothering me.  "I really don't want to."

   No such luck being left alone, it seems Daddy was going to insist.  "No,
you need to come down here.  You have company."

   Company?  I didn't want company.  Besides whom could it be?  Probably
Becky.  She had been rather concerned over my moodiness, and probably came
over to join Daddy in trying to cheer me up.  I wouldn't be surprised if it
was Dad who invited her over.  I love Becky, but I'm sure she'd understand
if I didn't want to see her.  "I'd really rather not.  Couldn't you ask
them to come back some other time?"

   "Amy, I'm not going to be so rude.  You really shouldn't hide in your
room all day.  You might as well come downstairs and say hello." Damn, he
WAS going to be like this.  I didn't want to be sociable, but since Daddy
wasn't going to give up, and if I didn't come down I'm sure Becky and him
would just come up here, I'd better follow his request.  Perhaps I could
quickly convince Becky that now wasn't a good time and send her home with
promises of getting together later.  Yeah, that might work.

   I rather enjoyed stomping downstairs, broadcasting my mood to anyone
within hearing distance.  Daddy was in the kitchen holding the door for me.
I thought it odd that he hadn't invited Becky in to sit down.  And he had
called me rude?  Maybe Becky was going to try to get me to swim with her
and was waiting outside.  Drat, this might take more than I thought...

   I was still following that train of thought as I stepped past Daddy onto
the patio.  If I'd been paying attention, I might have noticed his impish
smile and the twinkle in his eye.  I had taken about two steps, looking
around for Becky, already mustering excuses for why I didn't want to swim
today when I felt like I'd hit a brick wall.  I actually thought my heart
had stopped in shock.  There, not five feet away was Loki.  My dog.  My
other lover.

   I wasn't sure if I may have been dreaming.  If it were, it sure was a
rather vivid dream.  I don't remember first saying his name.  "Loki?" But
if it were a dream, than why had Daddy called me down?.  If he was seeing
him than that must mean he's really here.  Oh my God!  "Loki!  It IS you!
Where have you been?  I've missed you!" My worry, my guilt, my railing at
the unfairness of the world, it just...  vanished, to be replaced with
overwhelming joy.

   Loki's head snapped up and I found myself gazing once again into his
soulful brown eyes and his impish grin.  I couldn't believe he had returned
home!  I think I threw myself at him, hugging him while petting him and
sobbing in relief that he was okay and safely home.

   Suddenly, that big wet tongue swiped up my neck and across my face,
transforming my sobs of happiness into a sudden attack of the giggles.  He
must have been glad to see me too!  He must have liked the salt of my
tears, because he concentrated on my cheeks and I barely had time to close
my eyes as he licked over my eyelids and across my nose.  It was wonderful!
It was unbelievable!  I could only laugh in delight.

   It was his tongue swiping back down my nose across my lips and into my
mouth that suddenly lit a fire in my belly.  My doggy lover had returned! I
pulled his head closer, and found myself sucking on that wonderful tongue.
I tried to keep up with it using my own tongue, but it was everywhere in my
mouth.  It even felt fabulous as it touched the entrance of my throat, and
if I'd had time to think about it I might actually have tried to swallow
it. That thought still makes me wet just thinking about it.

   Loki's puppy kisses were already turning me on something fierce.  I was
already thinking about stripping my clothes off, getting down and being his
little bitch so he could breed me again right there when Daddy interrupted
that chain of thought.  What a fuddy duddy.  "Amy, Loki, you'll have plenty
of time for that later.  However, you appear to be a rather dirty boy. 
Before we get any further, I think a bath is in order."

   Any further?  I knew Daddy loved me and that he knew I loved him, but he
also understood how I also loved Loki?  And he didn't mind?  That he
actually approved?  That he was willing to share my body and heart with my
dog?  If it were at all possible, I think I would have loved Daddy even
more and jumped him right there.  If only I weren't already aching to be
filled by my doggy lover.  There were those videos where girls were getting
it in both their ass and their pussy at the same time, could I...?  Another
thought for later.

   I pulled my brain back and remembered how erotic the anticipation of
having sex with Daddy had been, I wondered if it would feel the same with
Loki.  Besides, Daddy was right, Loki WAS a very dirty boy.  My clothes and
I were already filthy.  I joyfully agreed with Daddy, "That's the most
perfect idea, Daddy!"

   Then I thought a moment, Loki was a big dog and I didn't want to wait
TOO long before he fucked me, maybe some help might be in order.  Besides,
I needed Daddy nearby so I wouldn't get nervous.  "Um, he's kind of a big
dog, could you help me?  Please?"

   Daddy laughed and agreed, and I herded Loki up to the bathroom while
Daddy got the bath supplies together.  I was delighted as Loki bounded
around like a puppy.  He would go, sniff a corner here or there, and come
back with a lick on my cheek as if he were signaling his approval to me. 
He couldn't lick my face after I bent over the tub to get the water
running, but the big trickster solved THAT by shoving his nose up the back
of my shirt to lick my lower back.  That sent shivers up and down my spine,
but it was the nips at the seat of my pants that gave me the giggles.

   Daddy had just stepped into the bathroom as a scolded my dog with a "Not
yet you naughty boy!  There will be time for that AFTER your bath!"

   With Daddy's help, we got Loki into the tub.  I could tell he loved it,
though was amazed at the amount of dirt that washed off of him.  We had to
change the water out TWICE before he was finally clean.  It was actually
rather sensuous rubbing my lover all over like that in much the way I had
with Daddy on Monday.  The only difference was Loki wouldn't be able to rub
me...  Still, that was just another thing that made Daddy special. 
Besides, I doubted Dad could lick me like Loki could.  Though that would be
an interesting experiment...

   I was curious about the difference between Loki's 'equipment' and
Daddy's as I moved down to Loki's underbelly.  His balls were sort of
similar, but MUCH larger.  They would have had to be to fill me up as much
as he had last time.  His penis was still hidden inside his sheath.  I
remembered that from the different videos we had watched.

   Something had already started getting him worked up though, a little red
tip was already peeking out.  I wondered how much of if it was my rubbing
and how much was the scent of me just aching to be bred.  I saw Daddy
smiling at me and noticed I had been stroking Loki's sheath.  For some
reason, I felt embarrassed and reluctantly let go.

   After finally getting my dear Loki clean and dried, Daddy and I both
stepped back to admire him.  I thought he was beautiful before, but all
clean and brushed he looked absolutely gorgeous!  I crouched down, hugging
and petting him, just enjoying the nice clean scent of him.  Loki had begun
sniffing my crotch again, and I noticed his penis had extended about two
inches from his sheath.  Suddenly, I not only remembered how GOOD it had
felt being bred, but how much it had HURT.  Could I stand letting Loki hurt
me again like last time?  I looked up at Daddy and tried to explain.

   "I want him Daddy, right now more than anything.  But I'm scared."

   I could see the love and concern in Daddy's eyes as he told me "It's
okay to be scared, Sweetheart.  If you'd like, I'll be there to help you."

   I laughed.  I think he meant to do that, make me laugh I mean.  It
actually did help.

   "I wasn't about to do this without you there, Daddy.  I'm just worried
how much it will hurt." I'm sure I would have been terrified to do this
without Daddy there to support and help me.  Plus, as strange as sounds, I
couldn't imagine sharing my body with one lover without the other being
present.  Is that twisted?  I don't really think so.

   Daddy looked thoughtful for a second, than responded.  "Amy, he's so big
I think it WILL hurt, probably more than a little.  Are you sure you want
to do this?"

   That was another reason I loved Daddy so, he was always truthful in the
things that matter.  Well, maybe not completely, I remembered that 'maybe
just a little bit'.  I was scared at this confirmation of my worries, but I
ached for Loki, my insides felt so empty without him.

   I remembered how wonderful I felt afterwards and how Loki was the
catalyst that had made all my dreams come true.  I looked inward and asked
myself.

   "Is this worth it?" I was amazed how quickly my heart answered with a
resounding shout, "YES!!!!" My decision made, I looked up at Daddy and
nodded yes.  I didn't trust my voice just then.

   I sort of wondered if Loki could read my mind or perhaps my heart,
because just then Loki, who had been sitting quietly the whole time Dad and
I had been talking, bounded over to me and licked my face.  It felt like he
too was trying to convince me I didn't need to worry and that everything
was okay.  Or maybe just that he was horny and wanted me to hurry up. 
Heaven knows I was horny as hell.

   In any case, it was time.  I was ready.  I stood up, took a deep breath
and announced "I guess it's time to go downstairs to the patio." Then I
decided to tease Dad just a little, after all HE didn't look at all as
apprehensive as I felt by adding, "And don't forget to close the gate this
time." I wasn't about to chance my dear Loki wandering away again.

   That triggered a laugh from both Dad and I.  It even looked like Loki
laughed with us as well, with his tongue hanging to one side like it was.
We were still laughing as we headed downstairs.  Loki continued bounding
around, much as he had been in the bathroom, sniffing corners or anything
else that called attention to exploration, than returning as if to confirm
my approval.  It was also fun to watch him beg for the occasional scratch
from Dad.  I couldn't believe my fortune that Daddy understood and
approved. I still can't believe it.  I hope that when Daddy reads MY
version it helps explain things where he had just taken so much on faith,
the big fuddy duddy.

   I briefly stopped at the door to the patio.  I realized I didn't quite
want to repeat the experience from Friday.  Quite a few of the videos we
had watched had given me several ideas.  Mostly, this time I wanted to SEE
what was happening.  I turned to Daddy before stepping out and asked him
"Daddy, could you get the things you'll think I need?" For a second, I
thought I was done until it hit me.  What had I desperately wished for last
Friday?  "Oh, and bring the camera from the closet.  I want to be able to
watch this later."

   The thought of sitting on the couch with Daddy and Loki watching the
tape of my being a...  what was Daddy's phrase?  Oh yeah, a little twelve
year old human bitch for my dog almost made me cum right there.

   I almost giggled at Daddy as he rushed around gathering up the things he
thought we'd need.  I completely trusted him to not forget a thing.  He was
my Daddy.

   Meanwhile Loki had moved behind me and was pushing me towards my lounge
chair, the big goof.  "Soon, soon baby", I soothed.  I had already stripped
off my shirt by the time I'd gotten to my lounger and dropped it on it,
then started on my shorts and panties.  I couldn't believe that I had
already soaked all the way through leaving a surprisingly large wet spot on
my shorts.  It almost looked like I had peed myself!

   Once I had removed all the obstructions preventing Loki's access to my
absolutely available body, I decided to play a little while we waited for
Daddy.  The delay absolutely ramped up my anticipation, my desire.  I was
actually eager for Dad to return so we could begin.  I could tell Loki
sensed it too, but he seemed to enjoy following my lead, much the way Daddy
had when he first made love to me.  I could already tell this was going to
be better than Friday.

   We played out on the freshly mown grass, Loki bouncing around in front
of me before crouching down as if he were going to leap at me.  Meanwhile I
shifted side to side, trying to trick him over which way I was going to
run. But the big sneak would constantly dart forward and sneeze, right into
my pussy, sending massive shivers up and down my spine and causing me to
giggle even louder.  It was glorious!

   I didn't notice Daddy until I saw him heading for the gate to close it.
I felt kind of guilty for not doing it myself already.  I didn't really
mean it when I teased Daddy about it.  Still, I was having too much fun
romping with Loki to worry about it.

   Now that Daddy was here, I decided it was time.  I was more than ready.
I didn't even have to calm Loki down.  As soon as I stopped teasing him he
came right up next to me and sedately followed me over to the patio.  I
guess even HIS impatience must have gotten to him because he dropped back,
pushing me faster towards our destination.  I giggled at his pushing, and
half-heartedly scolded him, "Stop that you silly boy.  I know what you
want, and I'll let you have it in a moment." Then in a lower voice, almost
to myself I added, "Oh Loki, I want it too."

   Chapter 12 Loki and I made it to my patio lounger before Daddy.  I
looked at the pile of stuff Daddy had brought, trying to figure out just
what he expected to use if for.  I could understand the towels and stuff,
but the foam mattress?

   Loki once more lived up to his name, when he began teasing me by licking
me up and down my face and neck.  He must have liked the taste of my mouth
because he quickly snuck his tongue inside...  okay, it wasn't very sneaky,
I kind of chased it down...  but then he would just swirl it around my own
tongue before withdrawing it just as I was enjoying it.  I couldn't believe
he was such a tease!

   That was marvelous, but it got better.  With my clothes out of the way,
he had unrestricted access to me.  His tongue slithered...  I think I like
that term...  down my neck and across my chest before suddenly swirling
around my nipples.  Oh my God!  It was like I was zapped with a lightning
rod.  The feeling was so intense I gasped in surprise and felt my nipples
draw achingly tight, only making them more sensitive.  I just wish he could
have sucked them like Becky did.

   I didn't really have time to follow that thought, I was too horny.  I
held Loki's head as it drifted lower.  I remembered the feel of his tongue
licking my pussy Friday, and I ached again for the sensation.  I was not
disappointed, he only perfunctorily licked my belly and hip before diving
between my thighs and lapping at the torrent of Amy juice, I like that term
too, that felt like it was just pouring out of me.

   Oh!  The sensation was everything I remembered and more.  I had such a
grip on the frame of the lounger my hands ached, and to top it off he
started...  Daddy says chuffing, it felt more like a dry sneeze...  INTO my
pussy while at the same time he burrowed his tongue into me!

   "Oh my God!  Oh, Daddy!  Oh, Daddy!" I couldn't wait to see the look on
my face when we watched this tonight...  "Daddy!  I thought I asked you to
bring it!" Daddy at least had the sense to look embarrassed at his
forgetfulness.  And I think just earlier I said I trusted Daddy not to be
forgetful, I take it back.  I'll give him credit for getting the camera set
up on the tripod in record time just as Loki started swirling that amazing
tongue around the little nub of my clit.  Then, Daddy had the nerve to ask
me where I wanted it!  Couldn't he see I was sort of busy at the moment?

   I almost didn't manage to make it before Daddy finally had the camera
turned on and recording, it didn't help that Loki had delved his tongue
back into the depths of my pussy where he abruptly found a waiting orgasm
seed that promptly grew into a massive tree.  I remember shouting something
to Daddy about Loki's tongue in me, but my orgasm crashed over me with a
vengeance.  I shuddered, I groaned, I swear I almost ripped Loki's ears off
when I grabbed them.  It was his pained whine that abruptly brought me out
of an amazing cum.

   Poor Loki's ears!  I quickly released them, and gently pushed his head
away from my throbbing pussy.  "Oh my God!  I can't take anymore!  Please
Loki, please stop!"

   Loki whined in protest, but stepped back looking at me reproachfully as
if I'd taken away a favorite toy.  Now that I think about, that's pretty
much what I did.  I looked over to Daddy and the camera, making sure he had
gotten that on tape.  Why do they still call it tape?  It's a fricken
memory chip, there's no tape involved anymore.  Whatever.  Anyway, I could
see that he had, and turned my attention back to my wonderful Loki.

   Oh my God!  With Loki standing in front of me at an angle panting, I
could finally get a good luck at his cock!  It was a dark red, with several
pale patches and dark purple veins.  It looked like sort of like a skinny
Coke bottle, with the pointy tip flaring wide before tapering just slightly
before widening out again.  It was about...  a little longer than Daddy's
but narrower.  Call it nine inches.  It sure felt a whole lot bigger on
Friday!  I was actually relieved.  I thought Loki might have been hiding a
phone pole in his sheath!

   I kind of shifted down until I was on my side facing Loki's
hindquarters. I reached over and gently guided his rear leg closer, until
he stood with that wonderful cock maybe two inches from my face.  I then
dropped my hand down, until I was able to gently touch it.  I wasn't sure
what it would feel like, Loki whined a bit as I rubbed it, and I watched it
sort of jiggle around at my touch.  I looked back up at Daddy.  "It's so
hot, and feels so...  strange.  It's not like yours at all, Daddy."

   He gave me the silliest grin, and the movement of his hand drew my
attention where he had his hand under the waistband of his shorts,
obviously adjusting the massive erection he was sporting.  I grinned at the
thought that he found my actions with Loki so...  stimulating.  I decided I
would REALLY give him a show.

   I leaned my head forward, and carefully enveloped Loki's amazing cock in
my mouth.  I grinned around Loki's tool at the sound of Dad's gasp of
disbelief, before concentrating on the sensation of my first real blow job.
I sort of rationalized not doing Daddy first with the excuse I wanted to
practice first, but the feeling of a cock in my mouth was unbelievable.  I
felt the tip squirting a little, and was almost disappointed that Loki was
coming too soon until I remembered from some of the video's this was only
his precum lubricant, similar to what Daddy had when I tasted his on
Monday.

   I was curious about whether the taste would be different, and drew my
head back until I managed one of those squirts on my tongue.  It was salty,
bitter, almost metallic.  It was similar yet different.  I kind of liked
it. I moved my head forward, taking more of Loki into my mouth as I swirled
my tongue around his penis.  A girl could really get to like this...  I
moved further down, then back, down and back, my lips closed tightly around
Loki's shaft.  I kept going a little further each stroke until that pointy
tip brushed the back of my throat.  The unexpected sensation almost made me
gag.  I'm just glad I didn't accidentally touch Loki's cock with my teeth.

   I had been amazed by one of the video's Daddy and I had watched, and
although I wasn't sure I could do it, I just had to try it.  I took a deep
breath and moved forward again down Loki's cock.  I felt it against the
entrance to my throat again, and managed to suppress the gag reflex before
it...  slid past and down my throat!  I could hear Daddy groan as I
swallowed more and more until I felt my nose actually bump against his
sheath.  My jaws ached and my throat burned, but I felt victorious!  I had
managed to take a nine inch cock in my mouth all the way to the base!  Too
bad it wasn't really something I could brag about at school without being
labeled a slut.  I certainly was NOT a slut.  I only fuck my Dad and my
dog, so there!

   I wish I could have held Loki in my throat longer, but it burned and I
couldn't breathe.  I regretfully brought my head back until that wonderful
dog cock escaped from my lips.  I hope Daddy enjoyed the show.  I looked up
at him, and was surprised at the hoarseness of my voice.  "What do you
think?  I wasn't sure I could do it."

   I could see the stunned look on Daddy's face.  "That was amazing, Baby!
Where did you learn to do that?"

   I honestly replied, "I've never done that before, this was the first
time.  I saw it on one of the porn videos we watched and thought I'd try
it." I rubbed my sore throat, trying to figure out just how far down I'd
taken Loki.  I couldn't tell, maybe when we watched the video later
tonight?

   I continued, "It wasn't what I expected.  I'll have to try again later.
Did you get it on camera?" He'd better have!  He glanced down, and
confirmed he'd gotten it all.  I looked over at Loki who was giving me a
dirty look.  He must have loved my first blow job as much as I enjoyed
giving it.

   I looked back down at Loki's cock, no wonder my throat hurt!  It was
actually larger than when I first starting sucking him!  Maybe he did have
a phone pole hidden in there!  I could see that the tip was squirting a
little harder now, I pointed it out to Daddy, suggesting Loki was ready for
the main course, ME!  I was certainly ready to serve myself up to him.  "I
think I'm ready for him Daddy.  Can you help me get ready?  I want to be on
my back so I can touch him." I also wanted to be on my back so I could SEE
better!

   Daddy had me put some socks on Loki's front paws to keep him from
scratching me.  I was glad for that, the scratches from before were mostly
closed up, and I didn't want to gain any more.  Dad made me get off the
lounger and kneel down while I put an old pair of his socks on Loki's front
paws.  I was kind of disappointed when it fell back down as soon as I let
go.  My complaint to Daddy only got me the directive to use the duct tape I
hadn't even looked for.  D'oh!

   Meanwhile, I had been listening to several odd sounds behind me as Dad
did whatever it was that he was doing.  It appeared we both finished at the
same time, because I turned around as he spread a towel over the folded
over foam mattress I think he'd gotten from the closet.  He had me sit on
the end, which surprisingly placed my hips just below the level of Loki's
hips, it was perfect!  The only problem was when I leaned back I was a
little too uncomfortably low, but Daddy adjusted something that made it
just right.  I almost felt like I was laid back in a very comfortable
dentist's chair.

   I felt bad for Loki, he whined the whole time we were getting things
ready.  I imagine it's because I had gotten him all worked up and then we
just stopped.  I actually understood, because the break had caused me to
dry up a little.  I tried to rub Loki and comfort him as we finished
getting ready.  He wouldn't be depressed for much longer!

   Dad was so helpful getting me comfortable.  I don't think I could have
possibly managed it by myself.  He still seemed rather concerned, probably
because he had a better idea of what was going to happen having gotten a
much better view last time.  Then he had to go and give me second thoughts
when he asked, "I think we're set.  Are you ready?  I don't think we'll be
able to stop after this." I appreciated the sense of fatherly concern.  I
just felt it was a little...  misplaced, at the moment.

   Still, it did cause me to sort of confirm my readiness, asking myself if
I were ready, and firmly answering in the affirmative.  I almost felt like
I was an astronaut preparing for lift-off.  T-minus one minute and
counting...  I probably would have giggled again, but didn't want Daddy to
think I was nervous.  He just might call the whole thing off if he thought
I was the least bit hesitant.  I answered his question with a definite nod,
my little pussy already starting to get wet again in anticipation.

   I gave Loki one last caress before Dad led him around and between my
thighs.  The scent of my pussy must have been something, because as soon as
he got close enough his tongue made a bee-line to where my pussy was
already noticeably leaking down the crack of my ass.  I was so primed I
jumped at the touch of that marvelous tongue.  Daddy said I flinched, I
most certainly did not 'flinch', I think his concern may have biased his
description.

   Loki didn't get much of a chance to do more than a quick lick, because
Daddy continued guiding him forward.  I could see the puzzled look on
Loki's face for a moment, before he figured out he had to put his paws on
either side of my chest in order to get himself in position.  As soon as he
sort of hopped up and straddled me, I got another unobstructed view of the
tool Loki was about to use to plunder my depths.  Oops, romance novel
again. I was mesmerized.  It was not possible this was the same penis I had
been sucking on just a few minutes ago.  This was noticeably longer and
thicker.  Loki definitely had a phone pole stashed inside that sheath of
his!

   I was beginning to worry, not for myself but for Loki, that this
position would be too awkward for him.  That he would have problems
entering me without his paws around my skinny waist giving him leverage.  I
really shouldn't have worried though, as soon as the tip of his wonderful
cock touched the skin of my inner thigh, any sign of confusion on his part
vanished along with my concerns on whether this would work.

   Dad said it was fear on my part in his version.  Nope, it was more my
apprehension that this position wouldn't work.  Loki immediately began
jabbing blindly, which actually is as mildly uncomfortable as it sounds. 
The discomfort caused a flurry of complaints on my part, "Ouch!  Not there!
Loki, be careful!"

   I tried to reach between my legs to grab that dancing dog cock and guide
it into my achingly empty pussy, but the angle was just too awkward.  Where
was Dad's help when I needed it?  "Daddy, you're supposed to be helping
me!" I couldn't believe he was sitting there like a bump on a log while I
kept getting jabbed on my inner thighs by the stick that was Loki's penis.

   Daddy quickly grasped Loki's doggy cock, eliciting a whine of
frustration.  I wasn't sure if the whine came from Loki or me.  I watched
in rapt fascination as he guided that throbbing shaft between the lips of
my labia, sliding it delicately up and down along the groove until he found
the notch at the entrance to my vagina.  Finally, it was time!  Finally, I
was going to be bred!  Finally, I was going to be my darling doggy lovers
little human bitch again!

   Dad had barely moved his hand out of the way before Loki suddenly lunged
his hips, desperately trying to bury his cock inside me.  Despite my
excitement and eagerness to have that wonderful cock inside me, filling the
dreadful emptiness in my belly, the abrupt pressure against the muscle
guarding the entrance to my vagina HURT.  I had forgotten just how much
pain I was going to have to endure, but I didn't care just now.

   I groaned through gritted teeth and desperately grabbed the side frame
of my lounger against the splitting pain.  I breathed deeply, trying as
hard as I could to relax, to push my hips forward despite my instinct to
pull away from the steadily mounting pressure.  I concentrated on relaxing,
and was amazed as I FELT the ring at the mouth of my pussy dilating once
again against the insistent pressure of Loki's doggy cock.  I could feel
the watery spurts from Loki's penis tip making the area around the entrance
so very slippery in an attempt to assist his mounting his mate.  That would
be me, in case you've been asleep.

   Still, I was surprised when my pussy abruptly yielded to my doggy lover
and enveloped Loki's massive intruder.  I winced at the incredible
stretching sensation and yet was amazed it hadn't hurt more.  This was
nowhere as painful as it had been Friday!  Did being on my back make this
much of a difference?  Was I already 'stretched out' from last time?

   I gasped out the air I hadn't even realized I was holding and look down
where Loki was now joined with me.  I already felt so full, I was rather
surprised to find only the tip was in, and there was still at least ten
inches left to bury inside me!  I almost couldn't believe I had room in me
for that whole thing!

   I reached up with one hand and gently petted my wonderful Loki as I
watched him, his hips frantically hammering back and forth as he gradually
worked that wonderful cock further into me.  I could FEEL the muscles of my
vagina separating, wrapping around the tip of Loki's doggy cock as it led
the way for the rest of his massive intruder, allowing it to steadily
penetrate inch by wonderful inch, filling that aching emptiness inside me.
I was so wet with excitement that I wondered why that marvelous doggy cock
didn't just slide in with one push until it came out of my mouth.  A silly
image, but considering how much I could see waiting to enter me it sure
looked possible.

   It wasn't just the fabulous length that was filling me so wonderful, it
was the throbbing width.  It was amazing how each time it pulsed, that
marvelous cock grew just a little bit more.  I wished I knew just HOW big
it was going to get, Dad had never really given me a good description.  I
only knew when breeding time came it would be MUCH bigger around.  I almost
shuddered in anticipation at the thought.

   So far I had been reveling in the sensation of being filled so
completely, the knowledge I was finally getting fucked by my doggy lover
again and having Daddy next to me sharing the experience and keeping me
safe.  Even the occasional discomfort, as a muscle didn't stretch quite
enough or where Loki accidentally jabbed my insides causing me to wince
didn't take away my enjoyment of this experience.  It was so unlike
Friday's almost...  traumatic experience.  This was actually very
enjoyable! Even better, I wasn't getting pounded to point where the air in
my lungs was getting pushed out in those annoying grunts.  These feelings
truly ramped up my already high level of horniness.

   Anyway, it was hard to judge Loki's depth.  I'd guess the distance from
the tip of my thumb to the tip of my pinky with my hand outstretched, maybe
four inches, when Loki suddenly bottomed out at the end of my vagina with a
VERY painful jab deep in my belly.  Actually, painful doesn't quite
describe it.  This was probably the only time I regretted that tapered
point on Loki's cock, since it felt like he was trying to punch a hole in
my gut.  Maybe I had started enjoying things a LITTLE too soon.

   I instinctively grabbed the rails of the lounger frame and emitted a
painful groan.  I could feel Daddy's hand rubbing my leg, and the feel of
his hand really helped by reminding me of his presence.  Each jabbing
thrust HURT now.  I knew it would go further, hell, I wasn't even half way!
I tried to ask Daddy what he thought the holdup was.  Hey, I was a little
distracted at the moment!  "Daa...  Ow!  Daa!  Ow!" That just wasn't going
to do.  I focused on talking clearly despite the pounding in my belly. 
"Daddy, I think he's stuck in me.  He's so deep and it hurts.  Why won't it
keep going?"

   Daddy's reply almost made me slap my palm on my forehead over my 'd'oh!'
moment, I should have realized that myself.  "I think he's reached the end
of your vagina baby.  The only way he'll get further is when he finds your
cervix and passes through it into your womb."

   I was still calling myself all sorts of names for forgetting such a
rather obvious detail, when a sudden lunge of Loki's hips didn't just cause
a throbbing stab, but a suddenly familiar hot burning poker shoved up my
pussy kind of jolting pain.

   The stretching when Loki's doggy dick first stretched the mouth of my
cunny open letting him slide inside me was mildly uncomfortable, but
surprisingly pleasurable to be honest.  Even the steady jabbing against the
back wall of my pussy wasn't too awfully bad, just reasonably annoying. 
This however was excruciatingly painful.  I grabbed the side rails of my
lounger and gritted my eyes in teeth in pain as I moaned in agony to Daddy.

   "Oh my God!  Oh my God!  Oh my God!  Oh, God Daddy, I think he just
found it!"

   I didn't think Daddy could actually do something about it short of
grabbing Loki and pulling him out of me, though I couldn't see how he could
do it without getting bit.  I mean, if Loki didn't bite him, I just might
have.  Well, maybe not...  I'd have to think about it.  Ha-ha!

   I was actually glad though that Loki had stopped thrusting into me, and
instead was just pushing really hard.  If that tip had become dislodged and
I ended up getting jabbed repeatedly at my cervix, I think that WOULD have
been more than I could stand.  Still, the pain of that steady pressure was
excruciating and I thought it would just go on and on and on, when suddenly
I felt an internal pop and felt Loki's monstrous cock slide further into
me.

   I remember a red haze and arching my back, I remember that, and I think
I screamed but Daddy says I didn't.  I felt like I imagined getting shot
would feel like, an abrupt agonizing pain followed by a much lesser aching
throbbing.  I collapsed back on my lounger, only then realizing I had a
death grip on Daddy's forearm.

   My painful response must have upset Loki since he licked my face and
shoulders, as if to convince himself that I was actually all right.  I
petted and soothed him, where after only a brief time, he must have felt I
was okay and proceeded with those hammering thrusts.  Have I mentioned that
he's an amazingly smart dog?

   I could feel Loki now deep in my belly, and looked down where we were
joined as my hungry pussy continued to swallow that massive doggy cock. 
And massive it was, I was amazed at how much was in me, there were only
about three finger widths left before the noticeable bulge of his knot.

   Although I was amazed at the length I had absorbed, I was appalled at
the width of it now.  It was easily as wide as my wrist, and I couldn't see
any sign of my labial lips at all.  The only way I could tell Loki's penis
wasn't just some weird growth sticking out of me was the little triangular
indentation surrounded my clit, and even that was being rolled in on each
of Loki's in-strokes and back out when he pulled back.  The stimulation to
my clit was amazing, and I could feel that little orgasm seed hiding around
inside my belly somewhere again.

   I was concentrating on trying to hunt down that seed and making it grow,
when Dad managed to get my attention, pointing at my belly.  What I saw
drove the thought of that little orgasm seed out of my mind as I saw and,
now that I was paying attention, (that comment I made much earlier about
pain applies to other sensations as well, anyway), could FEEL a...  lump
moving back and forth in my stomach just below my belly button.  I was
amazed!  I grasped what it was much quicker than Daddy.  After all I could
actually feel it.  I was looking at the tip of Loki's beautiful doggy dick
as it pressed against my tummy from the inside!

   I rushed my hand to my stomach and felt it moving from both the INSIDE
and the OUTSIDE.  It was unbelievably amazing!  "Daddy, I can...  I can
FEEL him.  Oh, Daddy!  I can actually FEEL him in my belly!" I couldn't
believe it!  I just had to have Dad feel it too!  I grabbed his wrist, and
pulled it to me, placing his palm over that moving lump.  I could see the
look of amazement in his eyes as well, and was so happy once again that it
was Dad sharing this experience with me.  I even regretted that Mom wasn't
here as well, though I have no idea how she might have reacted.  I think
NOT GOOD would be an incredible understatement for starters...

   Daddy removed his hand from my belly, and gently replaced it with my
own. I reveled in the sensation.  I reached up and petted Loki some more
with my other hand.  I just had to convey some sense of how much I loved
and appreciated him, and how much I enjoyed being his lover, his mate.  You
can imagine my irritation when Daddy broke into my thankfulness of the love
I had for my dog with an unbelievably silly question.

   "Amy, do you want to be Loki's little human bitch?"

   WHAT?  Where did THAT come from?  Hello!  Wasn't that just a little
obvious?  Has my poor father just completely lost his mind?

   "Good God, Dad, you know I do!  Duh!" Maybe Daddy was a little right
that my 'duh' came out more as a groan, but I prefer not to think so. 
Maybe a moan might be better, I was really enjoying the stretching
sensation of that wonderful cock filling me so deeply as well the sensation
of the bulge defining the tip of Loki's cock inside me.  Meanwhile, his
question was absolutely retarded.

   "You didn't answer me, Angel.  Do you want to be Loki's little human
bitch?"

   Couldn't Daddy just leave me alone to enjoy my doggy fuck?  Hey, I loved
him so very much but was irritated with him at the same time,
understandably so.  But if giving him what he wanted would keep him from
bothering me, than that was easy enough.  "If it's that important, than yes
I want to be Loki's little human bitch!"

   Have you ever thought you knew what something meant and then abruptly
realized that you really didn't?  I had just been hit by that realization.
Maybe Daddy wasn't being such a dummy after all.  I knew I enjoyed having
sex with my doggy lover, I mean I was on the verge of getting off before
Daddy so rudely interrupted me.  But I had been sort of looking at things
all wrong.  I hadn't cared for those videos where the women were using
their dogs, and I was on the verge of doing that.  As weird as it was,
Daddy making me answer that question reminded me it wasn't all about me. 
To share with Loki what I was experiencing, I WOULD have to be his little
twelve year old human bitch, and I liked that thought.  That thought alone
felt like a ray of sunshine on my little orgasm seed, because I suddenly
felt it start to grow.

   Then Daddy went and blocked out the sun shining on that seed again with
another question.  This one wasn't at all stupid.  I almost hauled off and
hit him when he popped it on me.  "Amy, are you ready for Loki to breed
you, to fill you with his puppy seed?  Do you want to have his puppies?"

   I couldn't believe the sense of anguish this question gave me.  I mean,
I'd had my Sex-Ed classes, I knew what the purpose of sex was.  I just had
never thought it through.  I mean, I hadn't even thought of having a baby
with Dad yet, that was a responsibility I was SO not ready for.  Hmm, maybe
after I finished High School...  But puppies would have been different,
wouldn't they?  I loved Loki, as much as I loved Daddy, and the thought of
not having anything come of my love for him broke my heart.

   I suddenly realized I desperately wished it were possible.  I barely
remembering answering him it hurt so much.

   "Oh, Daddy, I so want to be bred by Loki!  For him to fill my belly with
puppy seed until it explodes!" Then in a very little voice, I managed, "Oh
God!  Oh, Daddy!  If only I COULD have his puppies."

   I was still sobbing in anguish over Daddy's questions.  I wasn't even
aware when my sobs changed over from the heartache of Loki not being able
to fully breed me since I was only a little HUMAN bitch to the physical
pain located at the mouth of my cunny where the pressure against it was
causing it to burn with the strain of stretching so grotesquely far.

   I could hear Daddy's apology and warning.  "It's okay Amy, I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to make you cry like that.  But I need you to look, Loki's
almost finished fucking you.  I need you to get ready."

   I had been wallowing in abject misery so much that I hadn't even
realized that Loki had sunk his entire doggy cock into me up to his knot,
and that brutal lump was now banging into the mouth of my pussy, causing
that painful stretching I was already experiencing.  I was still upset with
him for asking those questions of his, and annoyed at distracting me from
enjoying more of the sensation as Loki pistoned his dick inside my belly,
filling that aching need.  Now reminded, (remember my comment about that?)
I saw that huge bulge battering against my poor cunny.  Now noticed, that
pain jumped out and reminded me it was there.

   "Oh God, Daddy, it hurts!  He's so deep.  I don't think I can!"

   I listened to poor Loki whine in frustration at his failure to seat his
whole cock inside his willing mate.  That would be me.  I really was
willing.  I was just worried about how that huge lump was ever going to get
past my already massively distended ring leading into my pussy without
tearing me apart.

   I felt Daddy put his hand over my own, still rubbing that lump in my
belly, not moving anymore, just bulging right above and to the left of my
belly button.  Daddy's voice caught my attention again.  "Sweetie, this is
the last stretch before he can breed you.  He needs to knot with you.  I
can help him to make it faster, but I need you to be ready.  Are you ready?
Remember, this is really going to hurt."

   At least he got it right this time.  I still couldn't believe he told me
'might hurt just a little' on Friday.  Fortunately, I WAS ready.  I had
been ready for some time now, at least since Saturday.  I tried not to
think about what was coming.  Instead I got a firm grip on the lounger
frame and closed my eyes.

   This I just couldn't watch, I'd have to wait to catch the video later
tonight.  I took a deep breath and nodded rapidly.  I wanted this last
painful part over so I could get to the wonderful part lying just beyond.
That was what I was telling myself, the best part soon, the best part soon.
I sort of remember nodding to Daddy that I was ready.

   I could hear Daddy's hand as he rubbed Loki's back with it.  I heard
Loki's whine change pitch back and forth between frustration at his lack of
progress and pleasure at being rubbed.  Then I heard a surprised yelp from
Loki before I heard...  absolutely nothing.  Time just froze leaving me in
utter agony.  I imagined a gorilla had grabbed me by my ankles and just
torn me in two.  The burning stretching sensation was devastating.  I think
I may have passed out for a moment.

   It was the abrupt...  not lack of pain, that was still there, but rather
the excruciating agony just...  ending, that brought me back to my senses.
It was almost like flipping a light switch.  One second I was being
tortured, the next I was relatively fine.  Relatively as in it was like the
difference between burning yourself with a candle and with a blow torch. 
Both hurt, just one hurts that much more.

   I was still sore, aching, uncomfortably stretched, and the mouth of my
pussy burned like fire, but that was surprisingly tolerable.  Actually the
pressure itself, both deep in my belly and just inside my pussy was
quite... pleasant.  Yeah, I'm babbling, so would you if you'd just gone
through what I just had experienced.  Most of all, I felt triumphant.  I
had done it!  Again!

   I collapsed in relief to the feel of Daddy's hand stroking my cheek,
murmuring congratulations at my success at taking all of Loki's doggy cock.
I felt proud of myself as well, and was already looking forward to the
sensation of Loki pumping his puppy seed into my belly, despite still
groaning from the residual pain and immense stretching sensation.  Hey,
just because I loved it didn't mean it wasn't rather uncomfortable.  I
imagine having a baby will be like that when I get older.  Hmm, I'll be
seventeen when I graduate high school, maybe I could convince Daddy then...

   I was so glad Daddy was there, it made the wonderful experience of being
Loki's little human bitch that much more amazing.  Even through the pain,
the knowledge of his presence made things just that much more tolerable.  I
tried to explain to him, "Thank you, Daddy.  It hurts Daddy, it hurts so
bad.  It hurts all the way into my belly.  He's so deep and it hurts.  But
I want it Daddy.  It wouldn't feel right if it didn't hurt."

   It was true, it wouldn't feel right, but this sort of pain was... 
special.  Now, I'm not a masochist by any means, I'd seen of some bizarre
ways people would...  mutilate themselves or even do things that would
leave permanent marks.  Nuh-uh, that is not for me.  I'm not even
comfortable with the idea of bondage.  This sort of discomfort was...  good
because it was from me giving something special to the two boys I loved
most.  Even Daddy fucking my ass on Monday had a few rather uncomfortable
moments, but it was SO worth it.

   Chapter 13 Anyway, back to the present.  Since I was now feeling a WHOLE
lot better, I just had to explore where Loki was buried inside me.  With my
eyes still shut, I reached down between my legs, surprised I could feel my
labial lips again.  I was rather surprised I didn't feel the stickiness of
blood where Loki's gigantic knot had almost stretched me to the breaking
point.

   It was a lot easier now that Loki was no longer thrusting, or even
pumping.  He would occasionally move his hips which actually felt AWESOME,
or gently tug against me which did NOT.  I avoided my throbbing clit, I had
found that little orgasm seed again, but didn't want to go off yet.  I knew
Loki would begin breeding me momentarily and I wanted to wait for that
before cumming myself.

   I wrapped my thumb and index fingers around the base of Loki's cock,
enjoying the throbbing sensation as the pulses against my hand matched the
pulses deep in my belly.  I could even feel my pussy bulging outward from
the pressure of Loki's knot, still expanding inside me.  I knew I was
close, whether I wanted to delay it or not, my little orgasm seed was
growing.

   I tried to keep a sort of running commentary.  I wanted to try and
explain to Dad what I was feeling, and I wanted something for the camera
that had better still be recording this.

   "Daddy, I can feel his knot inside me.  I can feel it...  getting
bigger." I had mentioned my sensation of that earlier, but there is a
difference between describing it and vocalizing it.  Pardon me for not
keeping things neatly organized, after all this is MY story.

   I was also beginning to voice my displeasure at Loki for the occasional
tug against me.  I mean, get on with it and let the breeding begin!  My
mounting orgasm was on a plateau and I really didn't want to make it wait
much longer.  At least the painful tugging was keeping it sort of in check.

   "No Loki!  Don't pull!  Easy, boy!"

   Despite everything though, I couldn't delay my orgasm any longer.  It
mounted and crested until it finally crashed down on me.  I remember
babbling something at Loki, and wrapping my legs around his lower back as I
ground my throbbing pussy against him.  I could feel the muscles in my
pussy and belly milking Loki's wonderful doggy cock, and it must have been
effective because with one final swell it suddenly began to just explode
inside my belly as I could feel hot jets of his cum fire hosing inside me.

   "Oh God, oh Daddy!  Oh my God!  I can feel him cumming!  Oh Daddy!  He's
breeding me!" I was ecstatic, this was what I had been waiting for, this
was why I had endured such tremendous pain.  The orgasm I was already
starting to come down from abruptly took me back up, higher than before!

   I heard Loki howl as I twisted and thrashed.  I beat my fists against
the frame of my lounger and groaned through gritted teeth.  I don't know
how I managed to avoid passing out from over-stimulation.  It was intense,
it was the most amazing orgasm imaginable.  It was the best!

   Actually, how would someone judge what was the best?  I mean, when
you're having an orgasm it's kind of hard to compare.  Yeah, there are
several that barely qualify as satisfying.  I mean I doubt I could come
close to what I received with Loki or Daddy through straight masturbation,
but comparing the really powerful ones?  Not possible.

   Regardless, it was absolutely stupendous.  I remember finally coming to
my senses to the sound of Loki panting above me, and a warm wet sensation
on the left side of my chest, right above the nipple capping the beginning
swell of my finally developing breasts.  I wearily opened my eyes, to see a
drooling line of dog slobber dripping down from Loki's marvelous panting
tongue, to collect on my chest.

   I imagine some of you are thinking, "Ewww, dog slobber!" However, I
didn't think so at all.  If I'd had more energy, I might have reached up
and rubbed it into my skin.  I mean, my body was still enveloped around
Loki's massive dog cock as he pumped what felt like gallons of puppy juice
into my immature twelve year old womb.  I was being his little human doggy
bitch, heck, just earlier I had been sucking on that fabulous tongue, so
what was wrong with a little doggy slobber?

   I was enjoying the pulsing sensation as Loki came inside my belly, when
Daddy surprised me by reaching over and scratching Loki behind his ears.  I
instantly felt completely guilty!

   "Oh, Loki, I've been neglecting you!  You wonderful dog, you!" I didn't
even think about it, and reached up around Loki's neck and hugged him
close, lifting myself right off my lounger to hang under Loki's belly.  I
loved the sensation of his belly fur rubbing against my own chest and
belly. The short bristly hairs teasing my nipples were intensely erotic.

   I wanted to show Loki my gratitude for his letting me be his mate, his
bitch.  I reached out my tongue and touched it against Loki's still panting
tongue before following it up to his muzzle.  At the touch of my tongue
against his, Loki immediately followed it back down into my mouth, where I
reveled in the sensation as it probed every corner as I gently sucked on
it. I was in absolute heaven.

   Unfortunately, my arms were too tired to hold myself up against my
darling doggy lover, and I was forced to fall back to my couch, though
still continued to pet and stroke my wonderful dog.  I lay there enjoying
the sensation of Loki injecting even more of his cum inside me, where the
sense of fullness was already bringing that swelling sensation deep in my
tummy I recalled from last time.

   I was also enjoying the occasional puppy kisses, as Loki periodically
licked my chest and face, though too quickly to allow me to enjoy his
tongue inside my mouth again, the big tease.  However, Loki soon began to
fidget.  Dad was the first to realize Loki was ready to dismount and turn
away from me.  I was rather disappointed that I wouldn't be able to kiss
and pet him anymore, though it did sort of give me an idea to think
about...

   Daddy helped Loki get his legs up and over me while I had my hand
between my legs to both keep Loki's tugging from being too painful and at
the same time feel that utterly wild sensation of his doggy cock spinning
inside of me.  That feeling alone was almost enough to trigger another
orgasm.  Hmm, maybe next time.

   Still, Dad quickly managed to get Loki turned around, and other than
having his tail wagging in my face to the point where I had to grab it and
hold it against my side.  Loki's relocation didn't stop his balls from
continuing to pump doggy cum into my belly.  The pulses were still going
strong it was just that the spurts were noticeably growing weaker.

   Daddy and I began gently rubbing my belly, and I was...  pleased I could
already feel my tummy swelling from the pressure of all that doggy cum
inside me.  I hoped that being on my back this time wouldn't affect how
much it would eventually expand to, and that I might find a way to keep it
inside me when Loki finally pulled out.

   The thought of walking around looking pregnant from the pressure of
Loki's cum sent shiver's up and down my spine, and was definitely another
possible source for yet another orgasm should I pursue it, better yet, the
thought of BEING pregnant with his puppies.  I had to stop that idea or I
would have gone off, and like I said, I had other ideas...

   Daddy's kiss on my forehead reminded me again how much I loved him too
and appreciated his sharing my mating with my dog.  I didn't deserve such
an understanding and amazing father.  I understand some of what he was
thinking after reading his version, but that only makes him even more
special to me.

   Speaking of being so special to me, I had to do something to sort of
reward Dad for being so special.  I remembered some of the things from
various video's we had watched, and decided to try some of those out on
Daddy.  If I'd thought about it, I should have done them much sooner, but
hey, I had gone through a particularly emotionally overwrought week, and
even I agree my head wasn't exactly screwed on straight.

   The pressure inside my belly was actually becoming a bit uncomfortable,
maybe trapping enough inside to look and feel pregnant WASN'T such a good
idea.  I wanted something to distract me from the discomfort plus... 
reward (am I using that word too much?) Daddy for being there with me.  I
started with just telling him, "Daddy?  Thank you, for everything, for
being here, for helping me." Now for the fun part, "I want to do something
for you.  Take off your shorts and come here."

   I could see the silly grin on Daddy's lips and the questioning in his
eyes.  Good.

   "Okay, step over and straddle me right here." Daddy stepped over me on
my lounger, just above my shoulders, but was...  "No, not that way!  Turn
around!  You need to be able to keep rubbing my tummy!" I could tell it was
a rather awkward position for Dad since my lounger was just a little too
wide, plus allowing him to still be able to continue rubbing my tummy.  I'm
sure he wouldn't mind once he realized what I had planned for him. 
::Snicker::.
"Okay, that's almost it, scoot back a little...  perfect!" I had
arranged Daddy so he was straddling me with his balls almost brushing my
nose and his iron hard dick, still drooling a combination of clear precum
and cum from its tip.  I briefly wondered just how many times Dad had cum
as a result of watching Loki fucking me, Daddy's twelve year old dog cock
loving little human bitch.  Hmm, I like that phrase, 'Daddy's twelve year

old dog cock loving little human bitch'.  It has a certain flair.

   Anyway, I briefly wondered how many time's he'd cum already, and whether
I could make him cum again when...  I opened my mouth wide and used my
tongue to guide Daddy's cock into my already watering mouth.

   I almost giggled when I heard Daddy's groan of pleasure, but had to be
careful not to touch him with my teeth.  I swirled my tongue around the
head, savoring his taste.  It was a little stronger than from Monday,
probably as a result of the actual semen still present.  Still, it was
wonderful.  I swirled my tongue around his shaft before pulling my head
back while sucking firmly before releasing his cock from my mouth with an
audible pop.

   I guess Daddy having his dick in his daughter's mouth must have
distracted him from the rather important task of rubbing my increasingly
sore tummy.  I grinned as I gave him a light slap to remind him of his
responsibilities.

   I smiled as Daddy went back to gently rubbing my belly, and then moved
my head forward again, this time licking back and forth along the length of
his cock.  This was so much different from the blow job I gave Loki
earlier. Not better, just different.  Daddy's responses added just that
much more to the experience.

   When I reached the base of his shaft, I gently teased the sack
containing his balls, those wonderful things that just twelve years ago had
helped make me.  I was going to have to be careful with those kinds of
images, or I would definitely go off on another orgasm, and I still had
other plans right this minute.

   I continued swirling my tongue around his scrotum, before drawing first
one, then the other testicle contained within into my mouth where I gently
sucked as I rubbed it with my tongue.  The strangled moan Daddy made at
that was even more arousing.  I had to tell that flutter in my belly firmly
to settle down.

   I released his balls from my mouth, and still using my tongue traced the
crevice between his thighs until I reached the pinkish round muscle of his
rosebud.  I remembered how he had shivered that first time I had washed him
in the shower on Friday, when I had touched him there and wondered what
he'd do if I did...  this!

   I still had a grip on his butt when I had slapped him just a moment
before and that helped spread his ass cheeks far enough apart that I had
easy access to actually swirl my tongue around his asshole.  I know what
you're thinking, 'Ewww'.  It wasn't like that at all.  I'd seen videos of
rim jobs, and considering how much I enjoyed my own ass being fingered and
fucked, didn't see any problem with repaying the favor.  I could smell it,
musky, but not unpleasant.  There wasn't really any noticeable taste, maybe
a hint of sweat.

   Daddy's surprised gasp was everything I could have hoped for.  I was
glad the camera was recording this because I couldn't wait to see the look
on Daddy's face when I had just swirled my tongue around his asshole. 
Then, to make it even better, I stiffened my tongue as much as I could, and
pushed against Daddy's anus, trying desperately to get my tongue inside
him. The low moan from Daddy excited me to where I redoubled my efforts,
but all too soon my tongue became too tired and I pulled back, still
swirling around his wonderful rosebud.

   I gave Daddy a juicy wet kiss on his ass and then had a wicked thought.
I seem to have recalled Dad's rather profound questions earlier just before
Loki had knotted me.  Now it was time for some teasing of my own.  I was
only hoping he was smart enough to realize my game and play along.

   "Daddy, are you ready to let me keep Loki, knowing I'm going to be his
little human bitch and that I'll let him fuck me every chance he gets?"

   His response was everything I could have hoped.  He was going to play
along!  "Gee, Amy, you know I will!"

   I used my foot to gently pet Loki as I continued my game with Daddy.  I
gently nipped his butt cheek before continuing, "You didn't answer me
Daddy. Are you ready to let me keep Loki, knowing your daughter is going to
be his little human bitch who lets him fuck her every chance he gets?"

   I almost ruined the game with laughing along with him at my prodding
question.  "If it's that important, then yes, I will let you keep Loki,
especially knowing you're going to be his little human bitch and that he's
going to fuck you every chance he gets.  But only under a few conditions."

   What did he mean a few conditions?  That wasn't part of the game!

   "Daaaady, that's not how you were supposed to respond."

   Then, in a very profound way similar to his question about being Loki's
bitch and wanting his puppies, I realized what Daddy was really saying.

   He really, truly approved of my relationship with my doggy lover.  He
was willing to share me with him.  I mean, he'd shown by his actions that
he approved but he'd never quite come out and said it.  Not that I
remembered, not like this.  I almost cried in joy over Daddy's approval.

   "Oh, thank you Daddy!  Thank you!  Um, what conditions?" I tried to
restrain my joy, just because Daddy approved of Loki, didn't mean Daddy
couldn't make things awkward just to tease me.

   Maybe if I made some suggestions of what I'd be willing to do, that
might ensure his suggestions wouldn't be quite so...  stringent.  Now, I
will admit, a lot of this was a combination of both my joy and my lust
talking.  Remember, I was still joined to my darling Loki who was STILL
pumping cum into my belly.  I had just finished giving Daddy a fabulous rim
job.  I'd been having some SERIOUSLY erotic fantasies.  I'm telling you
there was an awful lot of lust involved in my suggestions.  Besides, it's
not like I was asking Daddy for anything I wasn't already planning on doing
to him anyway...

   "Dad, what conditions?  You know I'll do anything!  You can have me
anyway you want!  Well, maybe not my pussy, I'm not sure yet if Loki would
share." I stuck that in as a tease of my own.  There was no way I wasn't
going to let Daddy finally fuck my pussy.  "But you could fuck my ass
anytime, and I'll suck your dick and your ass.  I'll let you do anything!
Well, almost anything." Daddy was naughtier than I could have imagined, but
I don't think he was quite as naughty as me yet.  So I added that last
little bit, just in case.

   As to Daddy's version of what has happened, I was definitely winning our
little game.  Although his response to my declaration meant he hadn't
rolled over and given up yet.

   "Amy, you naughty girl, I wasn't going to ask for anything like that. 
However, since you've offered them I most certainly accept." If Dad kept
this up, using such a pompous dignified tone, there was no way I would be
able to avoid laughing.  Still, this was part of the game and I was really
enjoying playing it with Daddy.

   "Daddy!  Don't be so mean, or you won't get anything from me!" I
couldn't help it, I let a giggle through.  I could see the corner of his
mouth twitch as he tried not to smile either.  I count this game tied! 
Then, I could see a more serious look in his eye and the almost-smile in
his mouth disappear.  Uh, oh, fuddy duddy alert.  What level of fatherly
rules were about to be put forth?

   "Okay, okay!  Condition one.  He's officially your dog.  You're
responsible for his care.  Feeding, exercising, and not just in the
bedroom..." I almost lost it there with that comment.  Daddy continued,
"Plus cleaning up after him in the yard.  Next, he seems a rather smart
dog. You really need to teach him when he can and can't have his way with
you.  Quickly."

   Oh my God!  I hadn't thought about that.  I could just imagine what
would happen if Loki tried to jump me when I had friends over.  Daddy must
have been reading my mind because he went on.  "I can't imagine how bad it
would be if he tried to jump the bones of either you or one of your friends
next time they're over."

   I actually had a twinge of jealousy at the thought of Loki fucking one
of my friends.  He was MY dog.  It was almost like catching one of my
friends fucking Daddy.  I don't think I would even want to see Becky... 
Wait a minute, why wasn't I upset like before?  That was weird.  I pushed
that thought to the back of my mind while trying to catch back up with what
Daddy was saying.

   "Also, I do not want him fucking you when I'm not here until you both
get more familiar with it.  I don't want either of you accidentally hurting
each other.  Finally, and most importantly I want you to enjoy each other,
having a dog of your own is something special." Of course it was special. I
don't think there were any other dogs out there like my Loki.

   I was so relieved that Daddy hadn't made his conditions so difficult,
though I think my suggestions were much more fun.  In fact, just thinking
about them and which one I'd do first was really starting to make holding
that pending orgasm I had been keeping a leash on in check.  I gave Daddy
an affirmative response to his conditions while imagining letting him fuck
me right after dinner, assuming I wasn't too sore.  I didn't FEEL too sore,
not compared to Friday...

   I didn't care.  Even if I was sore as hell, I was definitely going to
fuck Daddy right after dinner tonight.  I imagined how wonderful it would
be, his wonderful cock in me, shooting into me, injecting his cum into my
already full womb to mix with Loki's...  Uh, oh...

   That image was too much.  That seed exploded into another orgasm, though
admittedly not as powerful as the last one.  It was fabulous, but I at
least managed to retain a certain level of control as it washed through me.

   I wanted to reward Daddy again for everything, even in the throes of
this orgasm, for playing my game, for understanding, for being there, for
loving me, for just being my Dad.  I leaned my head up, and still groaning
in pleasure, engulfed his penis in my mouth.  It had actually started to
deflate, but it was rock hard before the head had passed my lips.  I sucked
hard against it as I drew it further into my mouth.

   I heard Daddy gasp as I kept going, passing the back of my throat
without even a hint of a gag.  I felt him as he continued down my throat
until my chin bumped into his pubic bone and my nose was nestled against
his balls.  I was actually disappointed, I wanted more.  Still, I could
feel my throat muscles rippling along the length of Daddy's cock as it
tried to expand.  I must have completely drained Daddy's poor balls
completely.  He wasn't able to produce more than a few half-hearted spurts.
It wasn't his fault.  It just meant I would have to do this again after
he'd had time to recover.

   I think I would have held Daddy in my throat forever if I could, but the
need to breath combined with the lethargy from coming down from yet another
orgasm...  was that the fourth?  Anyway, I had to release that wonderful
dick from my mouth with a final suck as I fell back onto my lounger.

   Daddy must have been uncomfortable in his position as well, though he
had long ceased rubbing my belly, the cad.  He moved off of me and over,
until he was squatting at my side, and he hadn't even given me a chance for
one last lick.  Definitely a cad.

   I almost giggled as Loki's tail hit Daddy in the face.  He gently
grabbed it with one hand, while patting Loki's hindquarters with the other,
as he turned a serious look at me and asked, "So Amy, do you agree to ALL
of the conditions?"

   I almost replied with an automatic 'yes Daddy' when I saw the twinkle in
his eyes.  So, our game wasn't over yet?  Maybe another tease was in order.

   "Yes, Daddy, even MY suggestions." Heh, let him think about THAT!

   His next words made me wonder about our game.  "Well, in that case, I
think a little planning is in order.  First thing is we need to get him
licensed and registered.  That way if you somehow manage to let him get
away, it will be much easier to get him back."

   What did he mean 'I manage?' He was the one who left the gate open in
the first place and let Loki out to begin with.  I started out with an
affronted tone, "I manage?  I don't think so.  You're the one home all
day." Then I saw the twinkle still in his eye.  Ohhh, maybe Daddy was a
better player in my game than I suspected.  He really was sneaky.  I
thumped him on the shoulder, hard.  "Daaaad..."

   He continued as if I hadn't thumped him or said anything at all.  "Next,
I'll see about getting an appointment for the vet Friday afternoon after my
staff meeting.  Get him checked out, make sure he's healthy, get his shots,
you know the usual." He paused for a minute, and that twinkle shifted to
something much more mischievous.  "Perhaps we should have him neutered."

   That was NOT the least bit funny, even as a joke.  "Don't you dare!" I
thumped Daddy's arm quite a few times for that one.  Then I was struck with
an appropriate response of my own.  I couldn't help but giggle as I
suggested, "You'd better not, or I'll have to schedule one for you too!"

   He raised his hands in surrender at my gruesome threat and rose to his
feet.

   "When you put it that way, I'll think we'll skip that part."

   He paused to look lovingly at me, "Are you okay with me leaving you and
Loki here while I head inside and get dinner ready?  I know it's your turn
to cook, but I think I'll take care of it tonight."

   I looked up, and returned his look, my heart overfilled with happiness.

   "Thank you Daddy.  Thank you for understanding, thank you for being here
with me." I looked at my other boy, my doggy lover still attached to me
with that wonderful doggy cock.  "Thank you for letting me have Loki, thank
you for letting me be his little human bitch, thank you for letting him
breed me, and finally, thank you for being my Dad." I looked down where
Loki's dog cock was still attached to my pussy, reaching down with my hand
and circling his marvelous cock with my thumb and forefinger while resting
my palm on my pussy lips.  "Yes, I'm fine now.  You can go get dinner
started.  I think it will be a little while before we're done here.  I'll
call if I need anything."

   "Okay Sweetie." Daddy turned to head inside to make dinner.  I hoped it
was something good, though didn't really care.  I would probably have eaten
anything, I was absolutely starving.  Daddy paused at the patio door and
looked back at me.  "Amy?  I do love you."

   I once again basked in the joy of being so lucky for having such a
wonder father.  I quickly smiled back at him, and replied with, "Thank you
Daddy, I love you to.  Go get dinner started, I'm starving, and I think
Loki will be hungry too." Daddy laughed again as he stepped into the house
while I leaned back in my lounger enjoying the utter relaxation after an
amazing series of orgasms while still petting Loki with my foot.  Life was
SOO good.

   I relaxed in the sensation of sharing such a marvelous experience with
my two lovers.  I was really hoping that I wouldn't be as sore as last time
so I could have Daddy love me after dinner, though the thought of possibly
having to wait until tomorrow for him to recover caused me to pout just a
little bit.  Just how different would it feel to have Daddy make love to me
and inject his seed into me to join with Loki's?  I dreamily thought about
the idea, giggling over the imagery as I imagined two species of sperm
introducing themselves inside my womb.

   I was just thinking about what they might say to each other.  Maybe
along the lines of, "Hello there, come here often?", which just made my
giggles even worse.  It was Loki suddenly looking up and towards the gate,
followed by the sound of the latch rattling that suddenly caused me to
freeze in panic.  Oh my God!  Someone was there!  Someone was about to see
me, naked, my dog's cock still buried in my pussy!  And there was nothing I
could do in time to stop them!  Someone, anyone, just shoot me now!

   As the gate swung open, I heard Becky's voice as she entered our
backyard pushing her bicycle.

   "Hey, Amy!  I stopped by to see if you would tell me why you've been
down so bad lately.  I was going to ring the front, but heard you giggling
out back so decided to..." She had just finished leaning her bike against
the fence and turned in my direction.  I could see the look of utter shock
on her face as she took in my unbelievably compromising position.  I
cringed in shame as I waited for the look of disgust, of revulsion, of...

   The look that appeared on Becky's face was SO not what I was expecting.
It was...  Wonder?  Awe?  Glee?  Envy?  She didn't say a word as she turned
back to carefully close the gate, then turned back towards me with her
hands on her hips as she walked towards me shaking her head.

   "Oh, Amy.  This is going to be one awesome story.  I want you to tell me
EVERYTHING!"

   I just don't understand what I've done in my life to deserve my Daddy
and Loki for my lovers, or Becky as my absolute best friend, and I don't
care.  I am just unbelievably thankful that she is.  But enough of that, I
have quite a bit to talk about with my best friend Becky just now, so this
will just have to do.  Good bye!
   The End?