{"sf1_id":1095875,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Shhhhhh . Don't Tell Mommy; Don't Tell Daddy.","author":"The Wizened Raconteur","words":7515,"posted_at":"2016-11-13T01:08:00.000Z","tags":["Age Difference","Bunny","Cub","Dildo","F/F","Fingering","Incest","Lagomorph","Loli","M/F","Precocious","Rabbit","Sex","Underage","Vaginal","father/daughter","mother/daughter"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1095875-shhhhhh-don-t-tell-mommy-don-t-tell-daddy","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1095875","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1095875\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Hi there.\nMy name is Jenna.\nI'm ten years old now.\nAnd I have a secret\nI can't tell Mommy.\nAnd...\nI can't tell Daddy.\nSo I'm going to tell you.\nI love them both very much. That's\nthe reason I don't say anything, because if they found out they might end up\nhating each other, and I couldn't live with that. I just know that if they find\nout they'll both be so upset. I just can't deal with that right now.\n                I'll\nhave to tell this story from a time before I remember things. Daddy has told me\nabout it many times; that is, how it all started. I don't recall that far back,\nbut he does.\n                I guess\nI was a fussy baby bunny back then. I must believe that it's true, because\neverything he talks about is really the way things are now. The things that\ncalm down babies didn't work on me. I spit out pacifiers, and I only took a\nbottle when I was hungry. Otherwise, I just lay there and cried. In fact, the\nonly thing that worked to calm me down still works to this day. I don't question\nit because it just is what it is. People wouldn't understand. Oh, I don't cry\nthat often, but the situation still pans out in the end. And while I can handle\nit myself, I don't. Sometime you get into a habit and find it hard to break.\n                You\nsee, all I need is a loving touch.\n                In a\nspecial place. A very special place.\n                Daddy\nsays he first noticed it when cleaning me up during a diaper change. When he\ngently cleaned up my slit, I would settle down a little. He thought that it was\nbecause I didn't like having a mess, and therefore liked being clean, but he\nsoon saw that there was more to it than that. As he tells it, he finally got\nthe idea to investigate. After cleaning me up and finding me still on the verge\nof crying, he rubbed his finger up and down my slit. He says it made him feel\ndirty, but as he tickled my little pink nub I immediately settled down.\n                When he\nstopped, I started to cry again.\n                What\ncould he do?\n                He\ntries to tell me what he looked up in the medical books he got at the library,\nbut the words are too big for me to understand, even today. I guess it all\ncomes down to the words I have come to understand all too well. Daddy says his\nlittle girl was born horny.\n                I guess\nthat first time, he rubbed me for a while, only stopping when he thought I was satisfied.\nHe felt very awkward doing it, but he says he really wanted me to sleep. When I\ndidn't right away, he covered his fingertip with baby oil and rubbed me until I\nshuddered. Only then did I fall asleep and I slept for a whole six hours.\n                And so\nstarted a routine that still goes on to this day.\n                You\nwant to hear more? Well, not so fast. That's just the beginning of half of the\nstory.\n                Daddy\nworked a lot, and that meant I was home with Mommy a lot too. \n                I cried\nfor Mommy just as much as I did for Daddy.\n                Daddy\ndidn't tell her about what he knew. There was no way she would ever understand.\nIt was a deep, dark secret because he didn't have a choice in the matter.\n                Mommy\nfound out about this trick on her own, without ever knowing that he knew it\ntoo.\n                Mommy\ntells the story much like Daddy does. She was tired and cranky with me; what\nwith my crying and such. She changed my diaper and rubbed down there a little\nharder than normal, because she was upset. I shut right up. When she stopped, I\ncried again. She thought it was strange, but after a few tries, she found that\nI was happiest when she was rubbing my cunny. \n                Like\nDaddy, she found that rubbing my slit vigorously would set me off, into what\nthey call an orgasm. \n                Now she\nknew what the joy of that sensation was, and was shocked and dismayed (her\nwords) that such a tiny little thing like me could ever have the joy of such\nadult pleasures. She told herself that she wasn't going to indulge me in such a\nway, as it wasn't right. But when I wouldn't shut up, she found it was the\neasiest way to placate me (see, I can use a few big words!).\n                She did\nthe same thing Daddy did; she lubed up her finger with oil and rubbed my nub\nuntil I shook and heaved and then fell asleep. She says that it made her feel\nall warm inside too, and after tucking me in, she'd go to bed with a \"toy\" and\ndo the same for herself, or if Daddy was home, she'd have him do the job for\nher.\n                I\ndidn't understand either of those things for a long time.\n                I\nunderstand them very well now.\n                Anyways,\nfor the longest time I don't really remember any of it. There was a point\nhowever, where the situation made a great impression on me, what Mommy called\nan epiphany. I don't pretend to know what that is, but I guess it means that\nsomething happened that stuck in my memory.\n                I don't\nrecall how old I was, and he has never actually told me, so I guess it's a\nsecret that will stay a secret. But I remember it. I remember it vividly.\n                His fingers\nalways felt so nice, and there were times that he explored a little elsewhere.\nBut he told me, once I was old enough to understand, that he was always intent\non preserving my virginity, I didn't know what that was, but I think I\nappreciated his concern.\n                It\nwasn't his fingers that got my attention however. I mean they did, but I was\nused to them by now. What was new to me was something he decided to try on me\none night when Mommy had a night out with her friends.\n                He gave\nme a bath, which I liked very much. I could clean myself up just fine, but he\ncould do it much better. He was careful to pay special attention to those areas\nin need of lingering care. Oh, you know what I mean. He washed up my crotch\nuntil I wet myself.\n                And it\ndidn't matter because I was in the tub.\n                Tonight,\nhowever he dried me off and put me to bed naked. It was strange at first,\nbecause I had never gone to bed naked before. I didn't mind it, since it was\ngoing to make it easier for him to play with me, and if I was still awake, for\nme to play with myself after the light was out. I wasn't supposed to play with\nmyself in public, and so I did my best to behave. But this was my bed and I\ncould do as I wanted in it\n                So\ncould Daddy apparently.\n                He lay\nme down in the middle of it, spread my legs and told me to relax. I was\nrelaxed, but if he was going to give me some more playtime I was all for it. I\nwatched him as he took off his shirt, and grew suddenly curious at what the\nrest of him looked like. I had seen him without his shirt before, but never\nwithout his pants.\n                Today\nwas not going to reveal any of those hidden secrets.\n                He\nknelt at the end of the bed, then reached up and grabbed me by the ankles and\npulled me closer to him. I willing complied, scooting down to make it easier.\nHe pulled me so far down my legs ended up dangling over the edge of the bottom\nof the mattress. This was new!\n                So too\nwas it when his mouth went to my newly washed crotch. I was going to push him\naway, but his tongue lashed out and my fur stood on end. I felt a surge of\nelectricity run through my nerve endings when he did that. My ears stood out\nstraight too...I think. I lost my concentration after he did that.\n                His\nmouth was warm and wet, and his tongue probed around, licking me in ways most\nintimate. His lips found my nub and I felt his cheeks puff out as he sucked in\nair, pulling the tiny pink bit and sending a shot of fire through my veins. I\ngasped as he worked it in and out of his mouth, running the tip of his tongue\nover it just for good measure. Fingers were nice but this was the bomb! I came\nand came and came, until I was utterly spent and the comforter was soaked.\n                And\nstill he didn't stop. \n                I was\nin no condition to complain when one of his fingers began tickling my butthole.\nI was thinking about it when his tongue moved down there, but it felt so good I\ndecided to keep quiet. I was clean after all. After a few minutes of that, the\nfinger returned, only to slip into my butt with a slick pop. I nearly jumped,\nhad his mouth not been back on my cunny doing what he did so well. Between his\nfinger thrusting in and out of my butthole and his tongue between my legs, I\npassed out. I did. But I remembered the whole thing right up until then.\n                At\nthree in the morning I woke up, and I brought myself to another orgasm just\nthinking about what he had done. Who would ever have thought that a finger up\nmy butt would have been so awesome?\n                And\nwhat about Mommy?\n                Well,\nshe was much like Daddy. She did the same thing every time she put me to bed,\nrubbing my special spot until I came, relaxed completely and fell fast asleep.\nIt got to be such a routine between the two of them I wasn't sure I needed it\nanymore. But the thought of abandoning such closeness and such pleasure was\nenough to make me sick to my stomach. I guess I was addicted to sex. I don't\nknow. I don't care what the reason was.\nI liked it.\nMommy would climb up in bed with me\nwhen I was older, singing to me and cooing as she fingered me into submission.\nOver time, things changed, as they did with Daddy. Apparently she didn't think\nthat this virginity thing was all that special. I don't know the specifics on\nit, but I guess it was something to do with a thing called a hymen. Mom had\nlost hers a long time ago, so she said, and I wondered how you could lose such\na thing.\nI figured it out on my own.\nWhere daddy used his tongue and\nmouth, she used her long slim fingers. One evening when he was with his buddies\nand it was just her and me, she put in a movie and we got comfy on the couch. I\nwas used to chick flicks, as she called them, but what she had put in was a\nlittle more...involved. I had never seen a sex scene before, and I wasn't certain\nwhat to make of it. I sort of knew sex was between a male and a female, and\neven though mom and I had been having a little fun together, I never thought\nmuch of it. But now; now this was different.\nBy the time the couple on the\ntelevision screen were making out, mommy had moved me to her lap. She had\nopened her robe and I was sitting on her lap, by bare fur laying right next to\nhers. My head was nestled between her breasts and my ears split by her neck,\nwith one ear on each shoulder. It was very warm and comfortable. And it made my\ncrotch easily accessible to her talented fingers. I liked that a lot.\nAs her nails lightly skipped from\nthigh to thigh, she whispered in my ear;\n\"I think we can move this up a\nnotch, don't you?\"\n\"Sure?\" I said uncertainly.\n\"Why not?\" she said sweetly. \"When\nI was your age I didn't even think about things like this. But you're different,\naren't you?\"\n\"Mmm hmm,\" I murmured quietly,\nunsure what she meant\n\"Everything you and I have done has\nall on the outside,\" Mommy said, \"but a lot of fun is to be had on the inside.\"\nThat got me thinking about daddy\nand his finger up my butt. It made me wiggle a little on her lap.\n\"If you say so.\"\n\"I can show you.\"\n\"Ok.\"\nI figured I'd get a finger up the\nbutt again, which was alright. I was wrong. I mean, what happened was alright,\nbut it wasn't my butt. It was my other hole.\nShe started by massaging my little\nnub with her fingertip until I was squirming on her lap. It soon felt like I\nhad wet myself, but I knew it wasn't the case. Sometimes; I did pee, but often\ntimes I would get wet without losing control of my bladder. It was a different\nsort of wetness. It made things all slippery, which was nice.\nMommy's finger played lightly over\nme for the longest time, until I could feel that wonderful warmth spreading\nover me. And just when the point came when the spasms took a hold of me, her\nfinger slipped inside me with one sharp thrust. It hurt, but not terribly. I\nthink she knew it would and chose the perfect time to do it; a time I would\nbarely notice the discomfort. \nI arched back as she penetrated me,\nand I could feel her finger push up inside until she ran out of finger. I\nhadn't realized that the front hole was that deep. I mean, I knew enough about\neating and how my digestive system worked to figure out that that hole went in\na long ways, but it surprised me about this one. I didn't know about babies and\nsuch back then. I don't think I needed to.\nHer fingertip hit something,\nbecause not only did it stop, I could feel a strange sensation inside me. Then,\nshe curled the end of his finger and slowly began to massage my insides. It was\nstrange; not quite as strange as having a finger elsewhere, but odd in that it\nseemed almost natural, which of course it was. \nHer thumb rubbed vigorously across\nmy pink nub, and between those two things she had me wiggling uncontrollably. I\ncould hardly imagine a more pleasurable thing, though I was still young and\nnaïve. Experience has made me a little more; what's the word? Oh yeah, I'm a\nlittle more jaded now.\nShe finger-fucked me (as she called\nit) until I just couldn't take it anymore. I shuddered into a mass of\nelectrified nerves, rolled my eyes to the back of my head and passed out.\nI didn't wake until morning. The\nfirst thing I thought was that I needed to know more about this thing she\ncalled fucking. Up to now, I just thought it was bad word I wasn't supposed to\never say. I didn't know it actually meant something.\nThe first thing I did upon waking\nwas to stick my own fingers down there, and then inside. I had never done that\nbefore. I guess I wasn't a virgin anymore, but I didn't feel all that\ndifferent. I hoped that Daddy wouldn't notice and get angry with me.  I couldn't tell him how it happened or then\nthey might fight about it. It was weird knowing that each was doing what they\nfelt was best for me, and yet, if they had known the other was doing what they\nwere doing they would have gotten mad. Adults are stupid sometimes.\nI couldn't do what she had done,\nand that made me a little sad. Then again, it made me look forward to bedtimes\nwith her with that much more enthusiasm.\nI'll jump ahead a little, for\nnothing momentous happened after that, not for a while anyways. I was content,\nand sleeping for everyone under our roof went along well enough. Certainly I\nslept soundly after every session, and on those nights when they were both\nhome, I learned how to satisfy myself quite adequately. It was nothing like\nhaving either one of them with me, but it was enough to get the job done.\nAnd those times when I was lucky\nenough, Daddy did his thing, and Mommy did her thing and I was a happy, happy\nbunny.\nIt was Mommy who stepped it up a\nnotch again, and not all that long ago. She brought one of her toys to bed, on an\nevening she knew Daddy would be out for a while with his friends, for it was a\nFriday night. I didn't know what a dildo was, or what it represented, not until\nshe showed me and told me. She giggled a little, nervously I think, as she\ntried to explain the difference between men and women. I listened to her\nstutter through her explanation, feeling the heat come into my cheeks like I\nhad no experience in this stuff at all. She was giving me the talk, and it was\nas if it was all brand new to me. \n                She let\nme hold her toy. It was hot pink, firm, but rubbery. It was shaped, she said,\njust like a male's penis. I knew what that was, but I had yet to see one. What\nI couldn't quite conceive was putting that thing between my legs. It seemed\nso...grotesque an idea. But Mommy took it back, slipped off her robe and\ndemonstrated how to use it.\n                She had\na nice body. Mine was smaller, flatter, and without curves. She had everything\nI didn't. I knew that those were things I had to grow into, but it seemed that\nI could enjoy a few adult privileges despite this. Heck, I guess I had been\nthis whole time. But here I am getting off track.\n                I\nwatched as she slipped that thing into her hole like it belonged there. I had\nnever really paid too much attention to her anatomy, though I had stolen looks\nat it before. Now I watch with unabashed interest as that hot-pink rod\ndisappeared into her. I was amazed that something that size (and really, it\nwasn't as large as they come; I know that now) would fit inside. \n                I was\neven more amazed when it fit inside of me!\n                It wasn't\nas smooth going in as it was for her, however. I think I understood that right\naway. After all, I had come out that hole when I was born. Even a small baby\nbunny is bigger than a dildo. Or a penis.\n                Mommy\nplayed with herself for a while, working the thing in and out with increasing\nspeed. The slurp and slosh of it mesmerized me, as did the look of sheer\necstasy on her face. Her ears glowed as pink as her toy as the blood rushed\naround inside her body in a mad dash to go nowhere and everywhere at once. I\nunderstood that feeling all too well.\n                With a\ncry and a thrust ceilingward of her hips, she collapsed back on the bed gasping\nand heaving to catch her breath. It was totally cool to watch, and I could\nhardly contain myself in my desire to try it too. On the other paw however, I\nwasn't about to try that thing on my own. And besides, it was still up inside\nher. I had to wait until she came to her senses.\n                She\ndid, with a smile on her face and a huge, drawn-out sigh.\n\"Oh, that's so nice! Not as good as\nthe real thing, but a very close second!\"\n                I had a\ndim idea of what the real thing was, but I was willing to try this thing that\nwas second best.\n                \"Can I\ntry it?\"\n                \"Of\ncourse you can dear. It's why I brought it tonight. Your father knows I have\nit, and he has been ever so good not to complain about it, but this must be our\nlittle secret.\"\n                \"Ok.\nBut isn't this already a secret?\"\n                You\nsee, I really did know all about secrets. She couldn't know and he couldn't\nknow and that left me knowing too much.\n                She\ngiggled.\n                \"Yes, I\nsuppose it is. Just between us girls.\"\n                \"Uh\nhuh,\" I said, thinking about Daddy, \"just between us girls.\"\n                She pulled\nout the dildo. It was glistening with moisture, and felt a little tingle inside\njust seeing that. She wiped it off on the bed spread and handed it to me, I\ntook it gingerly, not certain at all what I was supposed to do with it. Oh, you\nknow what I mean, I knew how it worked, but the thought of something that big\ninside was a little daunting.\n                \"Do you\nneed help the first time?\"\n                \"Yeah,\nmaybe. It looks big!\"\n                \"Oh,\nfor you it might be, but you'll adjust. That's what our bodies do. You know\nyour Aunt Lucy?\"\n                \"Sure.\nDuh.\"\n                \"She\nused to date a stallion. Do you know how big a stallion's thingie is?\"\n                \"No.\"\nShe held up the dildo. \"It's this\nmuch longer and this much thicker,\" she said, indicating the difference with\nher paws.\n                \"That's\nlike a baseball bat!\" I hollered a little too loudly.\n                \"Yep.\nAnd she could take most it.\"\n                \"I'd\nthink that would hurt!\"\n                \"Yes,\nyou would think so,\" she said with a dreamy quality in her voice. \"But boy, it\nwould be something to try.\"\n                I did\nsay a word. I would think something that big would split me in two. I decided\nthat this dildo thing would be a fine first start.\n                I was\nholding it, looking at the flared tip, wondering if I could actually nerve\nmyself to sticking it in. Mommy must have read my thoughts.\n                \"You\nwant a little hep?\"\n                \"Yeah.\nI don't think I can do it.\"\n                \"Oh, I\nthink you could, but I'll guide you.\"\n                I had\nboth paws on it, and she placed the tip again my opening. I pushed a little,\nfinding the sensation to be pleasant enough. But as I pushed it a little\nharder, it balked, stopping before the full width of it was inside. Mommy moved\na little, and the next thing I knew she was kissing me on the lips. It was a\nnice feeling, and it distracted me momentarily. The next moment I felt a bit of\na pain as she applied pressure to the end of the dildo, and right after that, I\ncould feel this huge presence inside me.\n                I can't\neven describe it to you. Unless you've had something like that inside, you just\ndon't know what it's like. She pushed it until it stopped. She moved away from\nme, lingering only because I didn't let go of our kiss, and then nodded towards\nmy crotch.\n                The\nthing was deep inside me! I was still holding it, so I experimentally gave it a\nwiggle. I could feel it all the way up to my; well right up to my nose. Every\ntime I gave it a twitch, my nosed tickled. It was weird; but a good weird.\nMommy looked at me and smiled lovingly.\n                \"See! Even at your age you can\ntake it.\"                                                                \n                \"Yeah,\nI see that. What do I do now?\"\n                \"Pull\nit out a little and push it back in. Repeat.\"\n                I did\nas she said, reveling in the incredible experience. I could feel it sliding\nalong the walls of my cunny, vibrating the outer lips of it as it moved. Once I\nhad it out a few inches I pushed it back in again. It was wonderful! I picked\nup speed, thrusting it in and out in ever more rapid movements. It didn't take\ntoo long before I started to feel that wonderful feeling inside, but this time\nit lingered. Usually it was rather fast; a sharp rise and a quick fall. This\ntime the feeling grew and grew until I was to the point I wanted to cry out.\nAnd I did. When the orgasm hit me I yelled loud enough to hurt even my own\nears. I felt my body grab ahold of the dildo so tightly that I could move it\nanymore. I didn't even bother trying. I was well into the point of no return. I\nvibrated and shook and when I was done, I lay there, just as Mommy had,\nbreathing heavily and feeling a wave of euphoria pass across me.\n                I was\ncontent to lay there, but Mommy moved over me again, right over the top, and\nkissed me again. I liked that, and I kissed her back. Her one paw went down to\nmy crotch and I felt her manipulate the dildo, pushing it in and then back out\nagain, just like I had done. I didn't think I could feel anything after all I\nhad just felt, but in a few minutes time I was hot and bothered and thrashing\nabout as she drive it in and out with a quiet savagery that drove me right out\nof my head. If the first orgasm had been the ultimate, I had just found a\nhigher peak to perch upon.\n                This\ntime when I came I did pass out; totally, completely and absolutely. I\noverslept the next morning by an hour. Daddy came up to see if I was alright.\n                I sat\nup, rubbed my eyes and blinked the crusts out of them.\n                \"Hey\nbaby girl. Are you sick?\"\n                \"No.\nWhy?\"\n                \"It's a\nlot later than normal for you to be up on a Saturday. I thought maybe something\nwas wrong.\"\n\"No. I just was pretty tired I\nthink.\"\n                \"Well good for you. I know how much trouble you have getting\nsleep.\"\n                \"Yes,\nbut it seems to be better.\"\n                \"Good.\nBut then, you won't need me anymore, will you?\"\nHe sounded wistful. \n\"Daddy, don't be silly. I'll always\nneed you!\"\n                \"I hope\nso honey bunny,\" he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed.\n                He got\na weird look on his face. He stood back up, patted the bedding and then turned\nback the top sheet and blanket. I was horrified to see the dildo was still in\nbed with me. I hadn't really thought about it, assuming Mommy had taken it back\nwith her last night. I felt the color rise to my cheeks. I think they might\nhave been the same color as the dildo.\n                I\nthought he was going to be angry, and at first, I think he was. But he spoke\ncalmly.\n                \"Baby\ndoll, where did you get this?\"\n                I had\nto think fast, otherwise he'd know about Mommy.\n                \"From\nyour room.\"\n                \"You\nknow what this is?\"\n                \"Yes.\"\n                \"And\nyou used it?\"\n                \"Yes.\"\n                He sat\nback down, deep in thought.\n                \"I\ndidn't think you would be old enough for such things. This is your\nmother's....toy.\"\n                \"It's\ncalled a dildo, Daddy.\"\n                \"Yes it\nis,\" he said, a little unnerved. \"It's meant for grownups.\"\n                \"I\nknow. But I got it to work, so maybe that means I'm more grown up than you\nthink I am!\"\n                He\nruffled my hair, suddenly looking more relaxed.\n                \"You\nknow, maybe you are. And using that helped you sleep all night?\"\n\"Yep. I didn't wake up once all\nnight.\"\n\"Well, that is food for thought.\nI'll tell you what; I'm going to go back downstairs. You wash up Mom's toy and\nput it back and I'll not say a word of this to her. I have no idea how she'd\nreact, but you can bet it wouldn't be good.\"\n                He left\nand I did as I was told. I wasn't sure where Mommy kept it, but I doubt he did\neither. Then again, I was just going to have to tell her about what happened so\nthat she'd put it wherever it was she had it hidden. But I was going to want to\nknow its location, just in case there was a future need. And there was going to be a need for it, I knew\nthat all too well.\n                Breakfast\nwas a little awkward, what with Mommy smiling at me and Daddy giving me\nthoughtful stares. I ate, watched some television and then asked to go to a\nfriend's house. I knew I was probably reading more into things than I should\nhave, but I figured leaving would give me a little respite from the situation.\n                When I\ncan home, things seemed fairly normal. So over the next few days, I worried\nless and less about it. However, neither of them had the opportunity to visit\nme, leaving me alone to handle my needs. I wished I could have gotten that toy\nback, but I was wise enough to not bother looking for it. Even if I found it,\nthere was a good chance Daddy might find me with it, and I didn't want him\nbeing angry. As it was, his cool acceptance of it was a little unsettling. I\nhad thought he would have blown a gasket over it.\n                The\nnext week I was feeling pretty lonely. I thought that maybe this was\npunishment, but I knew that there were sometimes lulls in the fun times. Adults\nhad a lot to do, and Daddy worked and Mommy was part of several organizations.\nIn fact, she was going to have a long meeting on Thursday, and I was going to\ncome home to an empty house. I was simply going to have to look for that toy!\n                I came\nhome, called out to double check that no one was home, and then went straight\nupstairs to the bedrooms. I rooted around in her chest of drawers, looking for\nthe source of my joy. I was so absorbed in looking for it that I didn't hear\nwhen Daddy stepped into the room. He cleared his voice and I about jumped out\nof my furry little hide.\n                \"Daddy!\nWhat are you doing home?\" I about panicked and fled the house.\n                He\ndidn't look angry. He looked amused.\n                \"I took\noff half a day. I had a feeling you'd be looking for this.\"\nHe held up the dildo.\n\"Why did you take it?\"\n\"Because I knew you'd be looking\nfor it.\"\nI felt the blood rush to me cheeks.\n\"It feels nice. I can't help that.\"\n\"I'm not reprimanding you. I'm here\nto offer you something better.\"\n                My mind\nraced. Mommy said that the dildo was second best. Therefore, there was only one\nthing better. Could he actually be offering...?\n                \"What?\"\n                \"Me.\"\n                His\ntone was pure nervousness. He said it confidently enough, but I knew he was\nscared. I wasn't sure why.\n                \"But I\nalready have you!\"\n                \"Not\nlike I'm offering honey bunny.\"\n                \"Oh.\nYou're offering more than before; is that it?\"\n                \"If\nyou'd like.\"\n                He looked\nexpectant and quite possibility on the verge of a breakdown. I think he thought\nthat I would run away screaming, or tell on him, or who knows what. But\nhonestly, I did want to find out what it was like.\n                \"I\nthink I would.\"\n                He\nsighed a lungful of air.\n                \"Really?\"\n                \"Sure.\nI'll just bet you're a whole lot more fun than an old piece of rubber.\"\n                \"I'll\ndo my best!\"\n                I\nsuddenly felt overly excited. This was going to be the real thing! Everything\nbefore this had been more geared towards scratching my itches, but this was\ngoing to be real sex! I just about stripped and jumped him right there, but\nthought better of it. I had a nagging thought that I wanted answered.\n                \"Daddy,\ncan I ask something?\"\n\"Sure.\"\n                \"You\nsaid something once about me keeping my virginity.\"\n                \"I\ndid.\"\n                \"But\nnow?\"\n                He\nsighed again.\n                \"You\nseem to be growing up so fast. And since you can handle a dildo, I think you\ncan handle me. And I've wanted to do this for a long time, but always told\nmyself it as wrong.\"\n                'Why\nwould it be wrong? We love each other.\"\n                \"Yes we\ndo, but we aren't suppose to love each other this way.\"\n                \"Oh.\nLike a Mommy and Daddy do.\"\n                \"Precisely.\nAnd your mother can never find out, or I'll be a dead bunny.\"\n                \"Oh,\ndon't be so dramatic. I'm sure she'd understand.\"\n                \"No she\nwouldn't. She'd call me a pervert.\"\n                \"No she\nwouldn't. What if she were in your place, would you be mad?\"\n                He\nstopped and stared at me for a moment.\n                \"Your\nmother has no lesbian inclinations, so your question is pointless. Just promise\nme you'll keep this quiet like all of the rest.\"\n                I\nrolled my eyes.\n                \"I\nwill.\"\n                \"Good.\nWell then, your bed or ours?\"\n                I\nlooked at their big bed and realized that I had never slept in it, much less\nanything else. They had always come to me.\n                \"Oooooh!\nCan we really do it on yours?\"\n                He was\nalready getting undressed. I beat him to it and jumped up on their bed, rolled\nonto my stomach, propped myself upon my elbows as I watched him finish. He had\na fine body, firm and strong in a way I was only now appreciating. I was most\ncurious though about him from the waist down, the only portion of him I hadn't\nseen before.\n                I was\ntherefore mildly surprised by his thingie - yes I know what to call it - his\npenis. It was soft and hung there in a limp manner that was in no way like the\ndildo. I couldn't see how it could possibly work in the same fashion.\n                Yeah, I\nfound out.\n                He\nclimbed up on the bed with me, looking a little frightened I think. I didn't\nthink that I was frightening, but then, maybe it was the situation. I was cool\nwith it, knowing as I did that if his penis was no bigger than the dildo, I\ncould take it. As it was, I didn't see that soft thing going anywhere inside of\nme anytime soon.\n                He\nreached down and stroked it, bringing it to life. I have never seen anything of\nthe sort, and it was with rabid fascination that I eventually pushed his paws\nanyway and took over. It was soft, but firm - and getting firmer by the second.\nIt was about the same size as Mommy's toy, and much more...realistic. The skin\nwas warm and soft to the touch, and I could feel his heartbeat if I held it\njust right.\n                And boy\ndid he like me touching it!\n                I was\nall ready to have him put it in, but he seemed content to have me play. I took\nin a deep breath and remembered all of those times he had been there for me.\nThe least I could do is be there for him. I wondered if the same things that I\nliked, like having a mouth over my private parts, would work for him. I licked\nthe tip, and when he groaned, I slipped my mouth over the first couple of inches\nof it. I was almost expected a weird taste, but there wasn't a lot of taste at\nall. I think he had showered just ahead of my getting home. It was nice of him,\nbut I was curious what a male was like. He had his own unique aroma to him, and\nit was a bit of a turn on for me, just like I was a big girl making it with her\nfirst boyfriend.\n                As I\nsucked away on him, he reached down and grabbed my ears - gently at first - but\nas time went on with more force. It was obvious he liked what I was doing, and\nthe longer I did it, the tighter his grip became. I tried to take in even more;\nnearly choked, but recovered and went even faster. All at once he jerked\nrepeatedly, and accompanying it was a splash of something hot and salty in my\nmouth, dribbling down my throat as he worked away at my face. I felt a little\nlike throwing up, but held my stance until he was done. I understood better\nafter that day what a gag reflex was. \n                He let\ngo and I came off sputtering and spitting. It wasn't that is was all that bad,\nbut it had taken me unawares. The rest I swallowed, even as we both fell back\non the bed; him in one direction and me in another. He was sucking in air, but when\nhe got his wind he moved over by me.\n                \"Jeez\nHoney, how did you learn to do that?\"\n                \"Do\nwhat? I had no idea what I was doing. Did I do good?\"\n                \"You\ndid great! Better than your...better than someone your age should be able to do.\"\n                I felt\nproud. I think he was going to say I was better than Mommy, which was saying\nsomething I think. She would have had a lot more experience than I did in these\nmatters. He almost sounded sad though. I wasn't sure why. I wasn't going to ask\nhim either.\n                \"You've\nbeen so nice to me for so long, it seemed I owed you something.\"\n                \"You\ndon't owe me anything. Everything that you do, you must feel right about\ndoing.\"\n                \"Even\nif you don't?\"\n                \"Yeah.\nI should know better.\"\n                \"Have I\never complained?\"\n                \"No\nhoney bunny, you never have.\"\n                \"And\nI'm not about to start today.\"\n                He\npulled me close and nearly squeezed the stuffing out of me.\n                'You're\nmy special little girl.\"\n                \"Yes I\nam. So,\" I said impudently, \"are we going to do what we were going to do, or\nwhat?\"\n                \"You're\ngoing to have to give me a few minutes at least. I don't recharge that fast.\"\n                I\ngiggled.\n                \"You\nmean like the bunny on the battery commercial?\"\n\"Not just like that. My body needs\nto get itself ready for another round.\"\n                I put\non my grumpy face.\n                \"And\nhow long will that take? Mommy won't be away forever you know?\"\n                He\nlooked apologetic.\n                \"I\nwasn't planning on getting a blowjob.\"\n                \"Is\nthat what that was called?\"\n                He\nchuckled.\n\"It has a lot of different names.\nBlowjob is the most common one.\"\n                \"But I\ndidn't blow, I sucked.\"\n                He\nlaughed  even harder.\n\"I didn't name it sweetie.\"\n                \"Well,\nit's a stupid name.\"\n                We both\nlaughed. But I got quietly serious. Mommy wouldn't be away forever, and I\nwanted to fuck Daddy, and be fucked by him. If I could get him hard once, I\ncould do it again. So, I pounced on him and before he could say anything, I got\nmy mouth over his penis and went to work. He managed to blurt out a few words\nbefore letting his vocal cords subside.\n                \"Are\nyou sure you want to...\"\n                It was\nobvious I did.\n                I\nsucked on him until I felt it begin to firm up. I had no intention of getting\nhim to the point we had before, leastwise not unless he was where he should be.\nBut if he needed help getting to that stage I was all for putting forth my best\neffort. Five minutes later he was a stiff as he had been when he blew his stuff\ninto my throat.\n                I\npulled off and grinned.\n                \"Are\nyou ready now?\"\n                He\ngrabbed me, tossed me onto my back and pushed my feet; first up into the air\nand then up to my shoulders. It was a good thing I was on the gymnastics team\nor that might have hurt. I grabbed a hold of them as he got his body into\nposition. I could hard contain myself. This was it! This is what separated the\ngirls from the ladies.\n                He put\nthe head of it against my hole and pushed. It slipped in, stopped, and then\nslid in some more. I could feel every tiny millimeter. This time I had no\ncontrol over the situation. This was all him. And he pushed ever harder until\nhe was pressed down against me. I could feel every bit of him now, and it was\nwonderful. I opened my eyes for a moment (I wasn't even aware I had closed\nthem) and he had the most beautiful look on his face.\n                \"God\nbaby, you are tight as fuck!\"\n                There\nwas that word again. But it seemed appropriate for the time being.\n                \"Am I?\"\n                \"Oh\nyes. What I wouldn't give to have this every night of the week.\"\n\"Why can't you?\"\nHe stopped and looked down at me.\n\"I'm going to say something and I\ndon't mean anything nasty by it. But ever since your mother gave birth to you,\nthings down there aren't quite like they used to be.\"\n\"I get it. A baby stretches it out,\njust like a dildo does.\"\nHe leaned down and kissed me.\n\"Yes. But I still love her and we\nstill have sex.\"\n\"You don't sound all that happy.\"\nHe tried to smile, but failed.\n\"Over time things have faded\nbetween us. She seems...happy enough without me.\"\nI thought about all the time she\nand I had spent together; time they should have been spending in each other's\narms. I felt a pang of regret.\n\"She still loves you. I love you\ntoo. Do you love her?\"\nHis answer was immediate\n\"Of course I do. I love both of\nyou!\"\nThat answered that.\n\"Then it won't be a problem.\"\n\"You sound sure of yourself.\"\n\"I am. Now, before she gets home, I\nthink you need to show me how a penis is better than a dildo.\"\nHe did.\nImagine a dildo with one hundred\nand thirty six pounds of weight behind it. Imagine it being pushed in until\nthere simply wasn't any more room for it, and then having it pulled nearly out\nagain before it traveled right back up to the tippy-top of your cunny. I came\nthree times before he blew again. By the time he did, the sweat was pouring off\nof him in rivulets, and the comforter was damp under my butt.\nI could feel his load barrel into\nme, and it was only then that I even considered the idea that I could get\npregnant. I didn't, thankfully, but it was a consideration for later trysts.\nHe fell on top of me for a moment,\nthen got up and rolled to the side, hugging me in close.\n\"Honey, you were terrific!\"\nSo was he.\n                \"Daddy,\ncan we do it again?\"\n                He\nsnorted and sat up.\n                \"Right\nnow? I hardly think that I could do it a third time so soon.\"\n                I fixed\nthat problem like I had the time before. We had three, and barely enough time\nto wash up, clean the bed and air out the room.\n                Mommy\nnever suspected a thing, not that it mattered. But I was worried. It seemed to\nme that my needs had come in the way of their own, and that was distressing.\nEach member of the family was hiding a secret from the other, and I was stuck\nin the middle. I decided to end that. \n                I'm\ngoing to go into their bedroom tonight, and I'm going to tell them both what\nhas been going on. I think they'll be upset at first, until they realize how\nstupid they've been. Then they'll get over it. They have to, because I say so.\n                And\nbesides.\n                I've\nbeen reading up on things. There are things I want to try.\nFor example a, ménage a trios\nsounds quite intriguing. "}