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You know, I probably need to be careful about suggesting that I can produce unlimited "more" upon request.
Still, I do happen to have a few unfinished stories here and there.
My Dad's New Girlfriend
- Nicholas Fellheimer
So there I am, sitting in class listening to Mr. Reinhardt talk about Romeo & Juliet, and all I can think about is that no one ever told me that dog-cum was so much runnier than guy-cum.
Here it is, leaking out of my pussy, and nobody told me. Oh, heck, it's starting to leak pretty bad - I can feel it puddling in the wooden seat and up against my bare butt-cheeks. God, how did I ever let Sasha talk me into going out with her friend Nikolos?
Trying to be cool and keep all the thin, watery dog-cum from staining the back of my skirt, I lift my butt off the seat for a second and flip my pleats back.
Bad move. There's this wet sucking sound as I get up, like a when titty gets a hickey, and then a little liquid sound when I sit, like a bare-assed fourteen year old mutt-slut sitting down in seven dog-cocks worth of fresh fuck-juice.
A couple of heads turn to look at me, and I blush from head to toe. Mr. Reinhardt stops for a second to look over his glasses at the class, then continues.
I look down, and I realize that my dark nipples are poking right through my white dress-shirt. I start blushing so hard that my tits turn a reddish-pink, totally visible through the thin cotton shirt that I'm wearing without a bra.
Oh, hell.
I feel a cool breeze then, as the very back edge of my skirt is lifted from behind. There's a whisper: "Holy shit, dude. I think that's cum on there."
I close my eyes and squeeze my hands into fists.
A deeper voice: "Lift it higher, man. I think Bailey forgot her fucking panties."
I take a deep breath, feeling my entire body tremble.
"Fuck, dude! Look at her ass! Fucking sweet!"
"Woah. How'd she get all those red lines on there?"
I put my head down on my desk, mortified beyond belief.
"Dude, that's from caning and shit, man."
"Bailey, lean forward more. I wanna see your asshole."
I cover my head with my hands, bite my lower lip, and then slowly lift my ass out of the seat and show my abused fuck-holes to the boys behind me.
"NICE!"
"I'm sorry, boys, do you have something to share with the class?"
My eyes jerk up, and Mr. Reinhardt is staring at us in the back of the room.
The deeper voice. Warren, who sits behind me: "No, sir, Mr. Reinhardt, sir."
"Is that a fact?"
I look around as Mr. Reinhardt walks to the back of the room. All eyes are on us. I'm in a half-crouch, tits mashed against my desk, with my ass a good six inches off the seat. Slobbery dog cum runs down both thighs to the insides of my knees, and I'm blushing as red as I ever have.
Warren is leaned back in his chair, using the toe of his left boot to lift the back of my short, pleated school-girl skirt and look directly at my out-thrust ass. He has a huge shit-eating grin on his face. He doesn't let my skirt drop as Mr. Reinhardt walks up, and I want to die like I never have before in my life.
"Just making sure that Bailey was okay, sir. She seemed upset."
"Hm. I see."
Mr. Reinhardt slowly takes his pointer out from under his arm and brings it down to the level of my pussy. I lean forward further, pressing my forehead and cheek against the desk, and my ass raises another inch off the seat.
Everyone in the back row is leaning in now, staring at my dripping snatch. Mr. Reinhardt presses the tip of the pointer against my bubbling cunt, and a dollop of dog-fuck rolls into the pool in my seat.
"Maybe she should go to the nurse's office, Mr. Reinhardt, sir."
The tip of the pointer withdraws from my pussy, and I start breathing again. As calm as ice, Mr. Reinhardt wipes the tip across my cheek and begins walking back to the front of the room.
"I think that you make an excellent point, Warren. Would anyone here be willing to escort Bailey to the nurse's office?"
A dozen hands go up.
"Very well. Bailey Lays, please stand up."
I stand in a hurry, and the squelching sound is louder than before. I look down, and dog-cum is running the backs of both of my legs to my socks. I put my hands to my sides and try to stop blushing.
"Ms. Lays, these nice young men are going to escort you down to the nurse's office. I do not want you to give them any trouble, do you understand me?"
I nod as quickly as I can.
"Please come up to the front of the classroom, Bailey."
I swallow hard and step to the front of the room. He leans in very close, and brings down the tip of the pointer in contact with my nipple. I shudder and rub my knees together.
"You and I are going to have a very serious talk after school about your behavior disrupting my class, do you understand me?"
I nod, closing my eyes.
He tags me hard across the painfully-erect nipple with the pointer: "I asked you a question. Do you understand me, Bailey?"
I squeak: "Yes, Mr. Reinhardt."
"Good. Now, before you go to the nurse's office, clean up that mess that you made in your seat."
I turn, looking at the class with a smear of drying dog-fuck on my cheek, tears brimming behind my eyes and several ounces of semen running down my legs out of my sopping hot cunt.
Everyone in the room staring at me. Every boy has a wicked gleam in his eye and a look of awe, every girl a smug look of superiority or a little tinge of hunger. Nikolos always says: "Everyone loves a fuck-doll."
I walk back to my seat on shaking legs, gazing at the pool of liquid fuck in the center and spilling off the sides onto the floor.
"Clean it up, Ms. Lays."
I turn at the sound of his voice, pleading with my eyes. 'With what?', I want to shout!
"Use your top, Ms. Lays."
I unbutton my dress shirt slowly, trying to keep my fingers from trembling too much. The thin material wasn't going to do much good trying to soak up semen, but the moment I stand topless I feel my nipples harden in the cold. I crumple the warm shirt to use as a rag, wishing I could pinch my tits.
I begin to bend over at the waist, keeping my knees straight like Nikolos has taught me, and a crack of lightning shoots through my backside as Mr. Reinhardt lays his pointer across my ass. I gasp, thrusting back, presenting white butt-cheeks streaked with pink marks from just such a flogging.
"We do not have all day, Bailey. Perhaps you should try licking it up."
And there I am, face down in front of an entire classroom and slurping up the dog-cum that has poured out of my pussy, pinching my hard nipples as surreptitiously as I can and squirming while Mr. Reinhardt lays strokes across my ass, when I realize how glad I really am that my dad started dating Sasha.
Maybe I should start from the beginning:
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My dad is a great guy, and I do my best to be the best daughter ever. It can't be easy raising a 14-year old girl all by yourself, especially since he also has to take care of the little hellions, my baby sisters Gracie and Natalie - they're 11 and 9, respectively.
Steve, my dad, he says that Gracie and Natalie take more after my mom than I do, which is really sweet - he says that they really remind him of her during her 'wild days'.
I don't really know what he means by all that, but I guess that my mom IS kind of wild - she left my dad to go see the world when I was only six, right after Natalie was born, and my friend Mandy tells me that my mom had some kind of a 'reputation' when she left.
I don't really know what that means, either, but Mandy says that her dad isn't allowed to mention my mom at home. Something about a golf-ball through a garden hose, I guess, and her dad getting caught 'red-handed'.
Anyway: my middle sister, Gracie, is always getting in trouble. She's been caught shoplifting a bunch of times, although somehow she and my dad have convinced all of the stores to drop the charges. Gracie sometimes come home and tells my dad that she's "been a bad girl" or is "feeling like a bad girl", and he takes her into his bed room to discipline her. Boy, that girl sure needs a lot of disciplining! Anyway, I've heard through the grapevine that Gracie is sometimes disruptive in class, and she probably would have gotten kicked out of school if the principal and a few of her teachers didn't like her so much. She's only in 6th grade, but she joined the Jr. High boy's soccer team at our school last year at the coach's suggestion. He and Dad were hoping that a little bit of disciple and some "team effort" would help straighten her out, and so far it's seemed to work.
Gracie is always talking about the coach and how cute he is, and even though she never actually plays on the field, the team gave her an MVP trophy this year at their big end-of-season dinner. She calls herself the team mascot and the "ball girl", and after they gave her the trophy she went to the showers to thank the whole team privately. I've never seen a group of boys so happy, and the coach's wife was practically beaming when she came out.
My littlest sister, Natalie, well ... she's just daddy's little girl. She pretty much gets anything she wants: I wanted a dog for years, but it wasn't until Natalie asked for one that we got one. Champ, our golden retriever, sleeps in her room, and the two of them have a game which she calls "get the peanut-butter." I don't really know much about it, because Natalie always closes the door when she plays it unless Gracie or Dad go in with her, but it must be a lot of fun. The one weird thing about Natalie, other than how she sometimes wants to sleep in Dad's room, is that although she's old enough to use the ladies-room like any other girl her age, she always insists on going into the men's-room.
I remember, about a year ago, we all went to a movie at the local multiplex as a family, and Natalie announced that she had to pee just while we were sitting down. She and Dad went to the bathroom together, and it wasn't until the movie was over that I noticed that they hadn't come back. Gracie had headed back to the back row to talk to the dad of one of her friends from school, but the lights came up and Natalie and Dad were still gone.
When I went to the back of the theater as the show was ending, Gracie was sitting on the guy's lap; she must not have been very comfortable there, because she kept squirming around. Her friend's dad was really nice, though, and said that he always enjoyed meeting polite young ladies like my sister. I told him that I wouldn't exactly call my sister polite, and he just laughed. When I excused myself to go find my dad, he said that he would take care of Gracie while I was gone.
I finally found my dad standing by the busiest men's room in the theater! There must have been six different bathrooms that he and Natalie could have chosen, and they had to choose the one with a half-dozen guys in line to go in! Dad said that Natalie was still inside and that she was doing fine, but he wanted to stay here and watch out for her just in case.
Anyway, we ended up staying the rest of the day: I watched the same movie three more times, and Gracie met up with a couple of dads of her different friends in the back row. At one point, she found the dad of one of her friends in the very front of the theater, and the two of them got to hollering quite a bit right in the middle of one show while she was sitting on his lap. The usher came down and I thought that he was going to throw Gracie out, but after he took her up to the back row and talked with her for few minutes, everything seemed to be okay.
On the way home, Natalie was wrapped up in a blanket in the back seat because she was feeling tired and had lost her sundress in the bathroom, and Gracie wanted to sit in the front seat with dad and talk about the friends she had made. I guess that Dad was pretty upset with how she had behaved at the theater, because he took her to his room and disciplined her all night.
Anyway: our family is otherwise pretty normal. That is, we were, until Dad started dating Sasha.
I was pretty surprised when Dad came home with Sasha. It's not because she was so pretty - my dad is a very good-looking guy with a great job as a land developer, and has gone out with a couple of really attractive women over the years. It's just that Sasha was so young: at 20, she's only a few years older than I am, with a job as a waitress at a club that my dad and his friends go to, and she has a seven year old daughter named Erin.
Sasha and Erin came home with my dad one night, and she really wowed me right away: I was sitting watching television on the couch, and Sasha came right over, told me to stand up, and gave me a great big hug. It was a little wild, because she kind of grabbed my butt and and she nibbled on my ear a little bit, but she kept saying that we were going to be the best of friends, and I knew that she was right. She looked totally amazing in a tight red dress that looked like something out of a movie, and when I told her how pretty it looked she pulled it straight off over her head and asked me if I wanted to try it on!
I was blushing head to toe, standing there in my nightie while I tried not to embarrass either my dad or his date, but I had to admire Sasha's figure. She wasn't wearing any underclothes, and her breasts (not that I was looking!) were the same bronzed-tan as the rest of her. I didn't know what to do, so I just fidgeted and tried not to look at anything - I glanced at my dad, and he was holding Sasha's daughter Erin and running his hands through her hair.
"Bailey, don't you want to try my dress on? You and I have GOT to be about the same size. It will look so pretty on you!"
I didn't know what to say.
"Oh, are you shy, Bailey? Don't be! It's just us girls and your dad! Here, let me help you with your nightie."
She was so pretty, and I was so embarrassed, I just kind of pulled in on myself and tried not to let her see how much I was blushing while I closed my eyes. My dad said something, low so I couldn't hear, and suddenly Sasha was stroking my arms. She didn't know it, but she accidentally started rubbing my nipples through my nightie with her thumbs.
"Bailey, I'm going to take your nightie off. Lift your arms."
I did, and Sasha pulled the thin fabric over my head with one move. With my eyes still closed, I felt her lift my tits with her hands, rolling my nipples with her fingers.
"Oh, you and I are definitely about the same size. Let's see your butt."
With a yank, my panties fell to the ground. They puddled around my ankles, and Sasha pulled my butt-cheeks open with her fingers.
"Bend over, Bailey."
I dropped to my knees and touched my hands to the ground, still with my eyes closed. I heard Sasha put her fingers into her mouth and pull them out with a pop, the same way my dad does when he has to check my temperature when I look feverish.
"You are a very good girl, Bailey. Are you a virgin?"
That seemed like a very strange question to ask, but all I could do is gasp as she entered my ass with a pair of slim fingers. She sunk two digits into me, and pressed her palm against my privates. I tried not to let her know what she was doing, but I jammed my lips and my little clitty against her hand as hard as I could.
I guess she didn't know what I was doing, because she started rubbing her hand back and forth.
My dad spoke up: "Sasha asked you a question, Bailey."
"Yes ... yes, Sasha, I ... I am a vi-virgin."
I guess that Sasha got distracted then, because one of her fingers slipped inside of my vagina. Trying not to let her know that it had happened, I pushed my hips back against her hand as slowly as possible.
She laughed, and then she pulled her fingers out of my butt. With my eyes still closed, I could hear her walk over to my dad, kiss him on the cheek, and then walk upstairs. A few minutes later, the lights in the TV room clicked off. Finally, I opened my eyes and stood up: the house was dark and quiet, and Sasha's dress was draped across the couch where I had been sitting.
That night, Sasha left her daughter with Dad and spent the night in Natalie's room along with Champ and Gracie, and I really respected that - she and my dad were obviously dating, but I thought that it was really admirable that they didn't take it too far, too fast.
The next morning at breakfast, Sasha sat at the table completely naked, and so did Natalie. Once my other sister joined us, she wanted to get naked for breakfast, too. My dad was nowhere to be seen, but Sasha told us that he and Erin were taking a shower together.
Breakfast was ... different. While she talked with us about school and boys, Sasha calmly took a banana off the counter, licked it, and slipped it between her legs. I wasn't sure what exactly was going on until she started breathing heavily. We all stared, but I guess I was too obvious.
"Is there ... unf, fuck ... something ... fuck me ... wrong, Bailey?"
"No, I just ..."
Sasha leaned across the table, still working the shaft into herself below the table with one hand, and slapped me across the face.
"From now on, you will address me as Mistress. Is that understood?"
I closed my eyes, then pressed my hand to the cheek she had struck. Without realizing it, I spoke.
"Yes, Mistress Sasha."
"Good. Unf, fuck, this is good. I think I'm going to like Steve's family. Girls, do you want to try this?"
I opened my eyes, and my two little sisters were nodding enthusiastically.
"Well, there's only two bananas. Bailey, get on your knees."
I dropped to the floor as Sasha pulled the yellow cock from her gaping hole, licked it, and passed it to Gracie.
"Gracie, that should be nice and slick. See if it can fit into you baby sister's tight little cunt. Bailey, come over here."
I crawled and hands and knees over to Sasha's chair, my ears burning with embarrassment. Placing one leg over each of my shoulders, she slid down her chair and wrapped her knees behind my head.
"Bailey, stick your tongue out."
She rubbed her steaming vagina across my mouth, pressing her clit against my tongue and wiggling back and forth. My sister spoke: "I think we got it in, Sasha."
"Yeah, that will do. Gracie, go slip something into that hot little pussy of yours and then go get a yardstick."
I watched Gracie go padding of, and turned to see Natalie stroking the banana through her immature little slit with eyes locked on me. Moments later, Gracie returned - an inch of yellow fruit jutting out of her hairless sex, a yardstick in her hands, and a huge grin on her face.
"Gracie, take Bailey's panties off. Panties are no longer allowed in this house. Now, we're going to play a a game called 'Truth or Get Raped', Bailey. Do you understand?"
I nodded as best I could as my panties were stripped to my knees. Sasha stared at me for a moment, then cast a glance to Gracie.
The yardstick cracked across my ass, and I squealed into Sasha's pussy.
"I asked you a question, Bailey. Do you understand?"
Mumbling, with a mouth full of clit: "Yes."
Sasha stared at me and then smiled. She flicked eyes to Gracie, and the yardstick snapped across my butt-cheeks again. I opened my mouth to cry out, and a mass of warm, wet cunt was pressed into my mouth.
"Keep your tongue where it is and suck. If I didn't know better, Bailey, I would say that you were trying to get spanked. Now, do you understand?"
My mouth even more full than before: "Es, Mis-tess Tha-tha."
"You are a very good girl, Bailey. You're going to love this game. Natalie, go get Champ."
I heard bare feet slapping on linoleum as Sasha rolled her hole against my tongue, and then the clicking of claws across the floor.
"Hold him, Gracie. Natalie, you get him ready for bitch-pussy."
Champ started to nose me in the side as I worked Sasha's clit. In moments, he was breathing hard against my ear. There I was, on my hands and knees sucking on a mouthful of hot pussy, when Champ's slick doggy dick began to press against my backside.
"Oh, lovely. Natalie, hold onto his big, fat doggy-cock. Gracie, use those magic fingers of yours on Bailey's little fuck-hole."
My pussy gaped open at her touch. Her tiny digits worked their way across my overheating membranes, and I felt a flood run across her hand.
"Wow! She's so hot, Sasha!"
"Yeah, this little whore likes to be told what to do. Okay, little miss Bailey: are you ready to play 'Truth or Get Raped'?"
"Mmm, mm-mm mm-mm."
"Good girl. Now, I want you to nod for yes and shake your head for no. Is that understood?"
I nodded. "Mmm, mm-mm mmm."
"Oh, and don't let go of that pussy. You're doing a good job, you sweet little cunt-sucker. Now, first question: do you masturbate?"
I nodded. What could I do? "Mmm, mm-mm mmm."
"Sasha, she's rubbing her pussy all over my hand - I think she's trying to get Champ's dick!"
"Well then, she IS a good girl. Do you masturbate thinking about your daddy, Bailey?"
Nodding: "Mmm, mmmm mmm."
"I thought so. Do you like eating my pussy, Bailey?"
Nodding: "Mmm, mm-mm mmm."
"Oh, Bailey, you just have to meet my friend Nikolos - the two of you would get along like two pees in a pod. I'm going to set the two of you up on a date, I think."
I didn't know what to say. "Mmmmmm."
"God, I love the way you suck my cunt."
"Sasha, I think that Champ is ready to fuck Bailey now."
"Well, then let him have his bitch. Bailey, your little sisters are going to put Champ's big doggy dick in you now."
My eyes crossed, my knees nearly gave you, and I squealed into Sasha's pussy. Champ pressed into me through Gracie's expert fingers as she flicked to my clit, and I felt Natalie's hand wrapped around the very base of his shaft pressing into the lips of my cunt. I trembled all over, rocking back and forth as he pressed further into me than anything ever had.
Sasha mashed herself into my face: "Oh, yes this is nice. Don't stop licking, you little whore."
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