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A bit over a week later...

Anson dumped his schoolbag on the floor and sprawled out on his bed, looking up at the ceiling, which was beginning to show signs of mould again. He put his hands behind his head and stared unseeingly through the dingy ceiling tiles.

He'd seen Kerry again that afternoon, one of several times he'd spotted her in his daily school activities. As their time together had been so short, he'd figured that avoiding contact with her would help him to focus his thoughts elsewhere. As it turned out, it had more of an opposite effect. A few times after school he would wait a few metres down the street, watching to see if he'd see her come out of the gates. Sometimes as he walked between classes he'd see her in the distance.

Inevitably he came home with the chubby pup occupying his thoughts, and it was all he could do to resist relieving himself until after he'd done his homework. Today, his cock was really throbbing in his shorts, begging for attention. He'd walked past the swimming pool at lunchtime on the way to the cricket pitch, and seen Kerry through the fence, talking to some kids of her own age in the pool. She'd been on the edge, on all fours in order to talk, and her butt was wiggling a little as her tail wagged.

After not having sex for a few days, the image of moving up behind her, pulling aside the thin Lycra covering her femsex and easing his swollen cock into her had suddenly came to mind. He'd stopped and stared for a few seconds, before moving on hurriedly, aware of the bulge growing in his shorts.

Now that he was home, he was free to indulge himself. He glanced down at his bulging crotch and sighed. As tempted as he was to pull his dick out and jack off until he relieved himself of his horniness, he also knew that he had an assignment that was due by the end of the week, and he hadn't done much on it.

He lay on his bed a little longer, then pushed himself up with a sigh. "Work first, play later," he muttered under his breath as he retrieved his books from his schoolbag.

The increasing dimness of his room forced Anson to stop working. He looked down at what he'd managed to achieve, squinting in the low light. "Eh, it'll do," he said. He pushed himself off his chair and closed the curtains, then went to the kitchen to start making dinner for himself and his father.

After taking stock of the pantry and fridge, he decided on a simple risotto with diced fresh vegetables. Anson looked at the clock, and calculated that it should be ready just as his father arrived home. He turned the stereo on and retuned it to a rock station, then started his dinner preparations.

"That smells great!" Brophy entered the kitchen and took a hard sniff of the aromas wafting through the house. "What is it?"

"Risotto," Anson responded, glancing over his shoulder at his dad. "How was your day?"

"Long and boring," Brophy replied, sitting down at the small dining table with a soft groan. He rested his elbows on the table. "The morning was okay - I had several clients to take care of. The afternoon was torture, though. We had a management meeting after lunch, and that was fine. It would've finished at 4 but for one person who put up his hand as we were packing up and said, 'Excuse me, but if I could bring up a point...'" The elder equine sighed. "It was nearly 6 before we finally escaped."

Anson glanced sympathetically at his father. "Would you like a drink? You sound as if you could do with one."

Brophy nodded with a wan smile. "I'd love that, son. A cold one would hit the spot."

"Righto." Anson gave the risotto another stir then went to the fridge to pull out a beer. He twisted off the top and gave it to Brophy before going back to the stove.

A few minutes later the beer had been drunk and the risotto was ready. Anson spooned generous amounts onto two plates, added some roughly shredded salad greens from the fridge crisper, and served it. "Bon appetit," he said. "We'll need to do some grocery shopping soon; there's not much to work with."

"All right," Brophy replied. "Make up a list after dinner, and we'll go the store before it closes tonight."

* * * * *

Later that night, after the dishes had been done and the groceries obtained, Anson went to his room to work on his assignment. His concentration started to waver after an hour or so when thoughts of Kerry began to distract him, and he leaned back in his chair to stare aimlessly at the wall, tapping his fingers on the desk. He got up after a short time and went in search of his father.

Brophy was in the lounge, sitting in his armchair with his laptop on his knees. His attention was divided between the computer and a cooking show on TV. He looked up when Anson came in. "What's up?"

"Um... could I talk to you about something?" Anson asked, scratching behind one ear.

"Sure. Let me just finish this paragraph first." Brophy tapped at the keyboard for a few seconds, then closed the laptop and put it aside. After muting the TV's volume he turned to face his son. "Okay, I'm all yours."

Anson turned the other armchair to face his father and sat down, leaning forward. "Well... it's about Kerry. I can't stop thinking about her, and every time I see her at school I want to take her somewhere private and... you know."

The elder equine nodded and leaned forward slightly as well. "Is it your heart talking, or your dick? You can't have much of a relationship if it's just about the sex."

"Yeah, I know." Anson looked at the carpet, examining its mottled pattern of grey, green and brown. "If she was a bit older, closer to my age, she'd be a great girlfriend. She's fun, smart, good looking...." He trailed off thoughtfully. "And, I have to admit, she's a pretty good lover, even without much experience."

"Heh. I can only take your word for it," Brophy replied with a wry smile. "I never had one that young. At least, not one that enjoyed it and reciprocated." An awkward silence followed, until he continued. "Anyway, I'm guessing you want to bring her home again, hmm?" he asked, with a slightly shrewd expression.

"Uh, yeah. I know you said a while ago that you'd be okay with it, but...."

Brophy nodded slowly. "Yeah, I am. But you gotta treat her right," he said, his voice taking on a stern tone. "Many guys your age think nothing of shacking up with a girl for a few weeks then dumping them for another. I don't think that'd work with Kerry."

"You're probably right," Anson agreed. "But then, kids are famous for saying, 'I'm gonna marry X' then forgetting about it the next week." He frowned and scratched his chin. "I seem to recall a girl in primary school who had a crush on me. That lasted for weeks, I think. She was creepy in an 'I'm not letting you out of my sight' kind of way."

"I think I remember her. Palomino, brown eyes, white spot on her shoulder." Brophy leaned back and pondered. "Her family moved across town, so she had to transfer to another school."

"That was a relief; I was running out of places to hide," Anson admitted with a grin. "I wonder if she's found some other lucky guy to chase."

The elder horse grinned back. "Maybe she's also mellowed out a bit too. Anyway, back to Kerry," he added, getting serious again. "I've got nothing much against you and Kerry seeing each other. However, I am a bit worried about other people seeing you together. Know what I mean?"

Anson hmmed and thought for a few moments. "Yeah, I think so." He scratched behind one ear. "We'll figure something out."

"Mmm. And when you do get her home, perhaps you could close your door," Brophy suggested with a wry smile. "It was rather an eye-opener to come home to find you, uh, pleasurably occupied."

"And it gave me a hell of a fright to see you standing there, watching." Anson coughed and looked down at the floor again. "I'd bet you enjoyed it, though."

Now it was his father's turn to look embarrassed. "Yeah, I did. That's why I was half naked when I came out of my room later."

"Oh."

Both males sat in slightly awkward silence, avoiding each other's gaze. "Yeah, I'll keep my door closed," Anson said. "Though I guess you could peek through the window if you really wanted to watch," he added with a chuckle. "Kerry might object to being watched, though, even if I don't."

"Mmm. True enough," Brophy agreed. He leaned back fully in his chair, which shattered the silence with a sharp retort from its springs.

"Well, I think I'll go do some more work on my assignment, and maybe go to bed," Anson said, pushing himself out of his chair. "I have a lot of think about."

"All right, son. Sleep well."

Anson bid his father goodnight and went back to his room. He sat for a while at his desk, staring down at his writing pad, which was partially filled with his almost illegible scrawl, and twiddling with his pen. He wasn't going to write any more tonight - not with his thoughts currently centred around Kerry. He sighed and put his pen down, and stripped off for bed.

He lay in bed, the blankets pulled up to his neck, staring up at the ceiling. Now that he wasn't trying to concentrate on his schoolwork, he was free to have some solo time. He sighed and closed his eyes, and reached down under the blankets, feeling his already semi-hard member. His fingers caressed his shaft, quickly bringing it to full stiffness. He pushed his blankets back, giving himself room to move, and began to stroke himself.

As he rubbed his hands over his cock, pleasuring himself as only he could, he fantasised about his preteen lover, softly moaning her name. In his mind she was on top of him, grinding her puffy labia up and down his erection whilst smearing lube over his cockhead. Then she moved herself forward and pulled his cock into position, nuzzling it against her vulva. She smiled at him and began to impale herself, panting quickly as she was stretched and filled. A whimper slipped from her mouth as his slightly flared head popped in and slipped up into her tight tunnel until it mashed against her cervix.

He caressed her young body with gentle hands as he began to thrust into her, holding her still to let his shaft slide in and out of her. She could accommodate barely half of his eleven inches of maleness, but it was enough for both of them; her clit was constantly rubbed by his meat as it slid past, and her tightness squeezed his most sensitive part almost painfully, bringing him close to climax with just a few strokes.

His orgasm burst upon him in a burst of exquisite pleasure. As his semen jetted forth into his canine lover, it also spurted over his belly, coating the coarse hair on his stomach with thick white goo. It leaked over his hands as his climax ebbed, reducing to a few dribbles from his flared cockhead.

Once his breathing and pulse had stabilised, he licked his hands clean as best he could, then reached for the towel he kept until his bed for such occasions. He threw the soiled towel in the general direction of his laundry hamper, then pulled his blankets up again, snuggling up beneath them. Now that his sexual urges were cleared for the time being, he could concentrate more on the important stuff.

After several minutes of thinking his way through various scenarios for his relationship with Kerry, all of which seemed to end up with him screwing her silly, he decided to just wing it and see how it worked out in a month or two.

* * * * *

A brooding, slate grey sky promised rain as Anson walked out of the school gates on Friday afternoon. He walked a few metres down the street and rested against one of the stone pillars that formed the fence. He kept an idle watch on the gates, waiting to see if Kerry come out. A fat drop of rain splattered over his muzzle, startling him, and he put up his blue- and white-striped umbrella. A few more drops came to grief on the tautly-stretched fabric, then the heavens opened up. The roar of the rain pelting down on his umbrella was almost deafening.

A short time later Anson saw Kerry dashing out of the gates, trying to don a fluorescent yellow raincoat as she went. "Kerry!" he called, tilting back his umbrella and waving.

The pup stopped and glanced in his direction. "Hey!" Her eyes seemed to light up, and she ran towards him, stopping only once she was under the shelter of his umbrella. She put her arms around him and gave him a tight hug, pressing her damp body against his.

"Hiya, pup," Anson replied, smiling down at the chubby canine. He tousled her rain-damp head fur and brought the umbrella a little lower. "I've missed you." He looked around briefly, and saw that no one seemed to be looking in their direction, probably due to the heavy rain.

Kerry looked up and smiled. "I missed you too. Were you waiting for someone?"

"I was waiting for you, actually," Anson replied. "I really wanted to see you again, and... maybe spend some time with you. If you want, that is."

The pup blinked at him and frowned. "But... I thought you didn't want to be with me any more?"

"Yeah, well... my dad helped me change my mind, I guess." Anson smiled a little. "I can tell you more on the way home. I'd be happy to walk you home, if you want."

"I wanna go to your place," Kerry replied. "I'll call Dad from there."

"All right," Anson agreed. He raised the umbrella, then realised that it was going to be too high to properly shield Kerry from the rain. "Hmm. Here; you take the umbrella. I don't mind getting a bit wet." He handed the pup the umbrella's handle. "I'll just shower when we get in."

Kerry looked a little unsure, but she took the umbrella gratefully. "Thanks, Anson."

The walk home was rather uncomfortable for Anson. He huddled into his hooded sweater, hands jammed into the pockets, water dripping constantly off the end of his nose. The rain let up slightly after ten minutes, but he was already completely saturated by that point.

It was with much relief that the horse unlocked his front door and gestured the pup inside ahead of him. "Umbrella stand just there," he said, pointing it out. He shook himself just inside the door, dumped his schoolbag on the floor, then quickly went to the bathroom to strip, leaving large damp spots on the worn hallway carpet.

Kerry joined him a minute later, just as he was yanking off his sodden trousers. "Wow. You got really wet!" she commented.

"No kidding," Anson replied. He picked up his clothing, which was now rather heavy from the amount of rain they had absorbed, and dumped it in an untidy pile beside the door. "And now I'm quite cold. Would you like to join me in a warm-up shower?"

"Sure!" Kerry's answer was enthusiastic. "If you don't have the water too hot." She began to remove her own clothes as Anson turned on the water, then went to hug him gently as he waited for the water to heat up.

He smiled and tousled her head fur again. Once the water was at temperature he stepped into the cubicle, and moved a little to the side to give Kerry some room. He pulled the door closed, then shifted around to stand behind Kerry. "Get all nice and wet," he said, running his fingers through her hair. "Then we can soap each other up."

Kerry gave herself a good soaking, and bent down to pick up a light blue bottle. "This one?" she asked, squinting at the label.

"Yup. Just squirt some in your hands and lather me up." Anson twisted the showerhead so that the spray was mostly directed at the wall, and awkwardly crouched so the pup could rub shampoo all over him. Thankfully the cubicle was large enough to comfortably accommodate two adults, so it wasn't too much of an effort to get properly positioned.

Kerry smiled and happily began to rub her chubby hands over Anson's head, chest and arms, working shampoo into the slicked-down fur. He stood up as she went lower, letting her get his belly and legs too. Somewhat to his surprise she barely touched his sheath; she stroked it lightly, then continued down his body. When he was nearly completely covered in suds, he turned around and presented his back to her. His tail flicked up as her hands slid over his buttocks. He heard a giggle, then a slippery finger rubbing at his anal pucker. He jerked forward with a startled exclamation. "Hey! I don't go poking your butthole!"

"You could, if you wanted," Kerry suggested with a cheeky grin. "My dad would like to."

It took a moment for what the pup said to sink in. "Your dad?" he repeated, turning to stare at her.

Kerry nodded. "He said that he'd like to fuck my bum, but only after training."

Anson leaned against the wall, his legs suddenly feeling weak. His cock, however, felt no such weakness, and was already swelling, slipping out of his sheath. "I... don't know what to say. Have you... uh, done anything with your dad?"

"Uh-huh!" Kerry replied. She gave him a brief run-down on what had happened since the last time she had seen him, going into detail about what she and her father had done. By the time she'd finished, the horse's member was fully erect, bobbing gently with his pulse.

"You really know how to get a guy horny," Anson said, staring down at Kerry. In his mind, he was picturing her in her father's lap, bouncing on his cock whilst they watched videos.

Kerry giggled and put her hand on his cock, stroking it firmly for a few seconds before swiping her tongue over the head and giving it a kiss. A moment later she made a disgusted face.

"What's wrong?" Anson asked.

"Soap on your cock."

Anson chuckled. "Let me rinse off then before you play with it." He twisted the showerhead around again, and quickly washed himself clean of suds, then shut the water off. As he opened the door, he realised that there was no bathmat, or dry towels available. "Bugger!" he muttered. He stripped off as much water as he could off his body, then plodded out to fetch some towels from the cupboard under the vanity, leaving a trail of water on the tiled floor. He threw a fluffy maroon towel at Kerry, who almost slipped over when she reached out to catch it, and grabbed a larger red one for himself, and a bathmat to stand on.

By the time they'd got themselves relatively dry, Anson's erection had retreated back into his sheath. "I don't know about you, but I could do with something to eat. Want anything?"

"Um. Just a sandwich, thanks." Kerry picked up her clothes and inspected them. "Do you have a dryer?"

"Yeah, in the laundry. I'll take them," Anson offered. He grinned at her. "We can roam around naked for a while. I don't get to do it very often."

A little later they were sitting in the lounge, eating sandwiches and watching cartoons on TV whilst the pup's clothes were dried. Kerry sat beside Anson, leaning against him. His arm was around her, his hand gently stroking down her arm. "I used to watch cartoons all the time when I was younger," Anson mused aloud, "but now I think they're getting lamer and dumbed down."

"Some are," Kerry replied through a mouthful of sandwich. "I like this one, though."

As the cartoon in question was Spongebob Squarepants, Anson didn't say anything. He just shook his head and finished his snack.

When the cartoon finished, Anson fetched the Dustbuster to vacuum up the crumbs. As he did so, something occurred to him. "Crap! Kerry, you'd better call home. Phone's out in the hallway."

The pup dashed out, and presently Anson heard the loud beep that indicated that the phone had been taken off its base. He heard her voice, though he couldn't quite make out what she was saying.

She came back about two minutes later with a smile on her face. "Dad's okay with me being here, but he wants me home by bedtime." Then she poked her tongue out. "And he wants me to do my homework."

Anson laughed. "I'll help you with it if you want. I have some to do as well. We can do it together." He went out into the kitchen to empty the Dustbuster and put it away, then went to retrieve his schoolbag. "So, what's your homework today?" he asked as he took both his and her bags to his room.

"Some maths, and I have to write a short essay on what I would like to do in the summer holidays."

Anson turned and grinned at Kerry. "You could write about how you'd love to be fucked all summer long by your dad and boyfriend, but that would be a bad idea."

Kerry giggled and nodded. "Yeah, but there's plenty of stuff I'd like to do, like go to the beach." She took her schoolbag from Anson and sat down on the edge of the bed, whereupon she proceeded to pull an exercise book and her pencil case from it. "What about you?"

"I have a big assignment to hand in on Friday, and I'm still only about halfway through it," Anson said with a sigh. He sat down at his desk and went through his own schoolbag, pulling out books, a pad and some pens. "It involves a lot of research, taking notes and writing everything up." He glanced at Kerry. "Enjoy primary school while you can."

"I've been told it's pretty hard," Kerry said. "Lots of different subjects every day, and more homework." She shuffled back against the wall, opened her exercise book, took a blue pen from her pencil case and began to work through her maths problems. Her pink tongue poked out from between her lips, showing her concentration.

Anson watched the pup for a minute or so, then turned to his own homework. He opened up one of the non-fiction books he'd borrowed from the library, turned to a page he'd bookmarked and began to read it, jotting down notes on his pad now and then.

The two worked in relative silence until the room began to dim as the sun went down. "How are you doing, hon?" Anson asked Kerry as he got up to switch the light on.

"Nearly finished my maths." Kerry looked up from her homework. "I can't do some of it, though. Can you help me?"

"Uh, sure." Anson sat down next to the pup and had a look at her work. Most of she was doing was simple equations, but others were written out in full, and some involved converting between fractions, decimals and percentages. He wasn't surprised to see that she'd left nearly all the latter questions undone. "Don't you know how to do these?" he asked, pointing them out.

The pup shook her head, causing her ears to flop back and forth. "Not really."

"Hmm." Anson rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I'll see if I can explain it better." He spent the next twenty minutes or so drawing diagrams and equations, trying to illustrate how decimals were basically the same as percentages, and how they related to fractions. He wasn't entirely sure by the end of it how much Kerry had understood, but she seemed to be able to work through her remaining questions easily enough.

"Thanks, Anson!" she said, putting her book aside and giving the horse a hug. "I think I understand now. I'll prob'ly forget tomorrow, though."

"If you need any extra help, I'd be happy to give it. I had the same problems when I was your age." Anson nuzzled at Kerry's head then pushed himself up. "I'd better get dinner ready. Wanna help me?"

Kerry readily agreed, and together they set about turning the kitchen counter into a scene of organised chaos. The pup had to stand on a short stepladder in order to do anything, but she was competent at what she did. She carefully peeled potatoes, carrots and parsnips whilst Anson prepared the other ingredients for a casserole, then he diced them up, added them to the dish, and put them in the oven to cook. "It should be ready when Dad gets home, I think," he mused aloud. "Maybe a bit later." He looked down at Kerry and smiled. "So, we have some time to kill. What say we go to my room and play around?"

The pup giggled and nodded. "Yay!" She left the kitchen ahead of Anson, and by the time he got to his room she was sprawled on the bed, wagging her tail.

"Someone's eager," Anson said with a laugh. He climbed up onto the bed with Kerry and almost immediately went for her with tickles. She writhed around on the bed, giggling and batting at his hands. Eventually she began to wheeze and cough through lack of breath. Anson let up and sat back until Kerry had recovered. He looked her up and down slowly, taking in every detail of her. Her ears were flopped back upon his pillow, and her soft brown eyes looked back at him as she smiled widely. Her fur was almost silky, and was a bit tangled from its tousling. On her chest were two tiny nipples, poking out through the fur. Further down was the soft brown 'Y' of her vulva, surrounded by short white and caramel fur. Below it was the indented pucker of her tailhole, just above the base of her thick, fluffy tail.

Anson smiled, and leaned forward over Kerry to press his lips to hers. She hesitated only a moment before parting her lips and letting his large tongue into her mouth. It wiggled against his, under and over, and around to slide over his teeth. He did the same to her, and together they kissed until he pulled away to gaze into her eyes. "I love you, pup," he murmured softly, shifting his weight onto one hand in order to gently stroke a finger over her cheek.

"I love you too," Kerry replied in a quiet voice. She reached up to stroke his cheek as well, finding his facial fur to be much coarser than her own.

Anson rolled over to lie beside the pup, who shuffled over a bit to give him some more room. He smiled and lightly traced a finger around her nipples a few times, then rubbed them gently, making her whimper softly. He continued down her body, stroking several times down the odd ridge of fur that ran down the middle before he reached her crotch. His fingertips brushed over her puffy vulva, then he slipped a finger just inside, seeking out her clit. When Kerry let out a sharp gasp, he knew he'd found it.

He turned Kerry's head towards him, and lowered his head, engaging her in another soft kiss. She rolled slightly to face him, her tail wagging as she got into the kiss. Little jolts of pleasure ran through her body as Anson slipped another finger into her; as he gently drove them in and out, they rubbed more firmly against her sensitive nub. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue lashing around inside it.

His fingers were getting quite damp as Kerry's arousal increased, and she was humping them a bit, as if trying to fuck herself. He mrred into the kiss, suckling upon her tongue as he fingered her. He felt a pressure down below, and he shifted his position slightly to give his member room to grow.

Kerry began to pant as she neared climax, and short gasps came from her throat. Anson pumped his fingers more vigorously into her sex, and after a few seconds she cried out, shuddering in orgasm.

"I think puppy needed that," Anson murmured, withdrawing his fingers from Kerry's clenching sex and sucking them clean. He stroked his fingers over her belly until her climax had run its course.

"Mmmm." Kerry sighed snuggled up against Anson. After a few moments she pulled back and looked down. "Maybe you need some attention as well," she said with a grin.

"Yeah. Um... what would you like to do with it?"

The pup reached down and stroked the head of Anson's shaft, causing it to jerk several times. "Maybe... suck you, then I can get on my hands and knees so you can fuck me."

As if it had happened only yesterday, the memory of being in the girls' restroom, kneeling behind Kerry as he took her virginity flashed into Anson's mind. "If that's what you want, then that's fine by me."

"Lie down," she said, moving off the bed onto the floor.

Anson did so, and Kerry took hold of his erection and began to lick it. Her tongue lapped at the head to start with, whilst her hand rubbed up and down the base. Now and then she took the head into her muzzle, stretching her jaws wide to accommodate it, wiggling her wet tongue around and over it, tasting the bittersweet precum welling up from within.

The teenager watched his canine companion with a smile. He stroked a hand through her headfur, scritching behind her floppy ears. She lifted her head and smiled at him, then went back to her stroking and sucking. He had to admit that she was quite talented at pleasuring him. He wondered if she was just as good with her father.

Fairly soon Anson's climax was building. When she started to rub his abdomen, just above the base of his cock, it was almost too much. "Whoa, hold it, pup!" he warned. "I'm about to blow."

Kerry giggled and gave his cock a last stroke and kiss, then released it, standing back to watch it bob with his pulse.

Anson tried to relax, to let his body come down from its near orgasmic peak. He took deep breaths, and tried to not think about what he'd be doing a few minutes hence. A short time later he felt that he was ready. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. "On the bed, pup," he said, tousling her headfur.

She climbed up onto the bed and positioned herself on all fours, looking over her shoulder at him, and wagging her tail. "Ready when you are."

"Oh, I think I'm ready enough," Anson replied, stepping close to the edge of the bed. He stroked his hands over Kerry's rump and pulled her a little closer to him, before taking hold of his member and nudging its head against her still damp sex, lifting her tail up against his chest for better access. He pushed firmly, wiggling his cock a bit until her vulva gave way and let his head pop in. It was just as tight as he remembered, gripping his shaft just behind his head. He gasped softly, staying still for a moment, revelling in the sensation, then he pushed in further, inch by inch until he bottomed out.

Kerry was whimpering a little, but it sounded pleasurable, rather than pained. Her tail was still wagging, brushing under his chin. She smiled at him over her shoulder. "I'm okay," she said, as if to put his mind at ease.

He smiled back and nodded. He stroked the pup's fluffy tail, which shed a lot of hair with each stroke, then grasped the base, pulling her tail up out of the way a bit. Now he could see how her sex was stretched wide into a thin ring around his cock. "Mrrr... if you could only see your pussy now," he mused aloud. He pulled back an inch or so, then pushed back in, pressing his cockhead against the tiny entrance to her womb. The pup winced a little, but didn't make a sound.

Gradually, Anson lengthened his thrusts, firmly but carefully sliding his shaft deep into her young body before pulling back just to the head and going in again. He shifted his hands to her rump, gripping it gently as he made love to her. She was panting, and yipped quietly each time his head rubbed over her clit.

The horse built up to his climax once again, taking his time in doing so. Once again, however, he denied himself the sweet release and paused for a short time, leaving his member buried. While he calmed down, he leaned forward and ran his hands over Kerry's back, smoothing out her back fur. He then resumed his thrusts, climbing to orgasm again.

Kerry came again before Anson finally gave in to his body's need for release. He almost pounded his cock into the pup, moving quickly and firmly, until it began to throb with the initial throes of his peak. He let it happen, thrusting once, twice... and then his seed spurted out before he had a chance to slide in again. Teeth gritted, he stood with slightly shaky legs as he filled Kerry's quim to overflowing. She squirmed and panted, milking him for everything she could with her tight pussy muscles.

Anson pulled back, grunting as the flared head of his cock stretched Kerry's tunnel even further before it popped out with a wet slurp, letting the pent-up semen inside run out, down onto the bed. More cum flowed from his shaft, and as if she didn't want to let it go to waste, Kerry turned around and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue and wiggling it. He obliged her, resting his flared cockhead upon her tongue as he stroked himself, coaxing out the rest of his load. She took it eagerly; her eyes seemed to shine as she swallowed it down. Two mouthfuls later his supply was dwindling, and he expended the rest on her muzzle.

He sat down on the bed as the afterglow settled in. He was breathing heavily, his heart thumped in his chest, and he felt quite light-headed. He put his arms around Kerry, who had snuggled up to him. "Wow," he murmured, unable to think of a better word to describe how he felt.

Kerry leaned closer to lick at Anson's cheek. "You made a big mess!" she said with a giggle.

"Don't I know it," Anson replied. He swivelled himself around to lie back on the bed, pulling Kerry down with him to cuddle. "But I had fun making it. Did you?"

"Uh-huh! Your cock felt great in me!" She thought for a moment, then added, "I'll have to wash again, won't I?"

"Hmm. Maybe." Anson stroked down Kerry's back, down to her tail, then on an impulse he pulled her up a little higher and reached under her tail to have a feel of her sex. It was still very gooey; his cum had cooled and thickened, and clung to his fingers. A naughty thought occurred to him, and he grinned. "Would you like to show your dad a bit of what we've been up to?"

Kerry looked at Anson curiously. "Huh?"

"I can get my camera, and take some photos of you posing, showing off your pussy and how much cum I put in you. I think that'd make him pretty horny, don't you think?"

"Ooh!" She giggled and nodded. "That sounds like fun!"

"Righto. Let me just find my camera." Anson freed himself from Kerry's arms and went to rummage around in his desk drawers. "I know I put it here somewhere - ah! Here it is." He pulled a somewhat scratched and chipped digital camera from the bottom drawer. "It's been dropped a lot of times, so it's a wonder it still works." He switched it on, and peered at the display. "Still a bit of life in the batteries." He glanced up at the bed. "So... let's start with a full-body shot."

Over the next several minutes Anson had Kerry assume different positions, ranging from sitting on the edge of the bed looking cute and innocent, to lying on her back and spreading her pussy lips apart to show off the white goo oozing out from within, to dipping her fingers in and licking them clean. Despite his recent climax, Anson's cock was already hard again. "Very nice," he complimented Kerry with a smile. "And very sexy."

"Thanks." Kerry suckled on her fingers, making sure that she'd cleaned them thoroughly. "Got any tissues? My pussy's still leaking, and my face needs wiping."

"Hang on. I'll just get some toilet paper." Anson left the room briefly, and returned with a half-full roll of paper. He crouched down by the side of the bed, scrunched up some paper, and began to wipe over the pup's sex. "Push, hon," he said. "Squeeze out as much cum as you can."

Soon Kerry had emptied herself, her facial fur was clean, if matted, and Anson had a small pile of used toilet paper beside him.

"What now?" Kerry asked as Anson got up to dispose of the paper.

"I think Dad will be home soon, so we should probably get dressed. We can watch TV until he gets in."

"Awww, but I like being naked." Kerry grinned and wagged her tail. "Would your dad mind if we stayed naked?"

It was a tempting thought, but Anson shook his head. "Maybe another time. He got enough of a shock last time he came home and found us."

"Phooey. Oh well." Kerry hopped off the bed and gave the horse a hug. "At least our clothes will be nice and warm."

"Yeah. You go get our clothes, and I'll get these photos off the camera."

Kerry ran off, and Anson woke his computer up from standby to copy the photos from the camera. She returned just as the last few files were transferred to a spare thumb drive he had. "There you go," he said, unmounting the drive and pulling it out. "Put it in the front pocket of your schoolbag, so you know where it is. Just remember - these are only for you and your dad."

"I know," Kerry said, nodding her head emphatically. She took the drive, put it in the specified pocket, then began dressing. "I'll tell him."

* * * * *

When Brophy finally arrived home just before 7:30, the two of them were dressed and sitting on the couch watching a game show. "Dinner smells great!" he commented as he closed the door to the garage behind himself. He walked into the lounge, and stopped when he saw Kerry. "Oh. This is a surprise."

"Isn't it?" Anson looked up at his father. "Um... I guess, seeing as you've never been properly introduced... Dad, this is Kerry. Kerry, this is Brophy."

Kerry waved and smiled, and Brophy smiled and nodded back. "I'll just go get changed, and we can have dinner."

"Okay, Dad." Anson turned the TV off and went into the kitchen to pull the casserole out of the oven and serve it onto plates. Kerry helped by placing the cutlery on the table. When Brophy returned, they all sat at the table and began eating.

"Mmm, this is really good," Brophy commented after a couple of mouthfuls.

"Thanks. Kerry helped out a bit too," Anson replied with a smile at the pup. "She could be a good little cook when she gets bigger."

Brophy nodded, and swallowed another mouthful. "Aside from dinner, how was your day?"

There were a few seconds of silence, then Kerry giggled. "It was okay."

"Really?" Brophy glanced between his son to the pup. "I think I can guess what you got up to before I got home."

"Yeah, we had some intimate fun," Anson admitted, looking down at his plate. "We both enjoyed it a lot."

"Good." He smiled and continued eating. "I'd have done the same thing, left alone with my girlfriend."

Small talk carried on until the end of dinner, some of it centred on sex. Kerry seemed to have no trouble with providing details, but Anson felt distinctly awkward. "You know, that was one of the strangest conversations I've ever had with you," he said to his father as he rinsed the dirty plates and cutlery in preparation for washing them.

"Fun, though," Brophy responded with a grin. He fetched two tea-towels, and gave one to Kerry. "When do you have to be home, Kerry?"

"Eight-thirty - that's my bedtime."

Brophy glanced at the microwave's clock. "Ooh, that's not too far away. Let's get through these, then we'll run you home."

* * * * *

Just before 8:30, the battered Corolla pulled up outside Kerry's house. "Here we are, home sweet home." Brophy turned and glanced back at Kerry. "You haven't forgotten anything?" she asked when she opened the door.

"No, I think I'm good." She climbed out of the car and turned to push the door shut. "Thank you for dinner. And, uh, thank you for, um... you know," she added, looking at Anson with a suddenly shy smile.

"You're welcome." Anson smiled. "You have my number. Give me a call if you'd like to come round again."

Kerry nodded. "I will. Goodnight!" She shut the door, waited for the car to drive off, then turned to walk up the path to the rear of the house.

Dave was preparing a hot drink when she let herself into the house. "Hi, love. How was your day? Did you have fun with Anson?"

"Yup!" Kerry told her father about her illicit activities that afternoon whilst he finished making his drink. By the time she'd finished, he was sporting a tent in his shorts.

"Well, you certainly had more fun than I did. I cleaned out the garage. I should have done it months ago," he muttered, sitting down at the table.

"Oh, I have something for you, too." Kerry gave her father the thumb drive, and he looked at it curiously. "I'm not gonna tell you what's on it. And it's for you only."

That piqued Dave's curiosity. "I'll look at it later when you're in bed. Speaking of which, it's time for you to get ready for it."

Kerry nodded, and gave her dad a hug. "I know." She took her schoolbag and ran off to her room, followed by Dave's promise to come in to tuck her in shortly. She relieved herself, brushed her teeth, then went into her room to undress and climb into bed.

When Dave came in a few minutes later, she was sitting up in bed. "Did you do your homework?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at her.

"Uh-huh. Anson helped me with it. He's a good teacher," she admitted. "He said he'd help me whenever I needed it."

"That's good." Dave smiled and leaned in to give his daughter a kiss on the lips, with a little bit of a lick. "Not just a lover, but a teacher as well. Now, time for lights out." Kerry snuggled down under the blankets, and he tucked her sheets in loosely. "Goodnight, love."

"G'night, Dad." Kerry smiled at her father, then closed her eyes and snuggled down a little further.

The light went out a moment later, then she heard the door close. She smiled to herself, wondering what her father would think of the photos. In her mind she pictured him sitting in his chair, pawing off to them. She was almost tempted to get out of bed and sneak out to have a look, but she decided against it. She'd ask him in the morning.

With that thought, she sighed happily and soon fell asleep.