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My Father's FootstepsI guess, if I had to point to a particular time when it began, I'd have to say three years ago, during summer of my fourteenth year. Although, events leading up to it started much sooner.That summer was when I got my first real girlfriend, as opposed to the kind of girl-that-is-a-friend you have when you're too young to know any better. She was beautiful too, and that's not just nostalgia talking. A tigress with a sweet little shy smile that even at that age I knew was special and the kind of body that most of the kids at school beat off thinking of. To make things even better, she was a sophomore and a year older than me, so while most of my classmates were too busy worrying about getting shoved into locker I was chatting up Stephanie - that was her name - much to the jealous chagrin of the other guys. Even my best friend Brandon - to the extent that kids like me had those - got pissed at me for a few days after we started dating, annoyed that I'd scored an interest from such a cute girl.You could say I'm lucky, but it's not luck - it's Lorkin. My name's Nathaniel Lorkin, as in, my father is Ragil Lorkin. Yes, him. One of the most well-respected and well-known men in the city, my father's the kind of man that more people talk about than to - I knew that even when I was very young. He and my mom would take us - my twin sister, Kally and I - to events that had the Lorkin name plastered all over them, be they political fundraisers, breaking-ground photo ops at new building sites or my father's company parties, Lorkin Industries. I've had men I saw on TV news, politicians and other executive types, telling me how lucky I am to be the son of such a powerful businessman, usually followed by phrases like 'great things' when referring to me. When I was ten, my life changed pretty dramatically - that's the 'events leading up' part I was talking about. That was the year Kally was sent off to boarding school, and my mom left us. I know that sounds depressing, but it wasn't, and to understand why you'd have to know what it's like growing up rich, not just wealthy. My sister and I were raised mostly apart; my mother was responsible for Kally and whomever my father hired was responsible for me. Emotional connections were there, but certainly not as strong in poorer families, so when Kally told me she was going away for school we were both just excited, and once she was gone... Well, my life was mostly the same. My mother leaving was a similarly undramatic event; I remember sitting in one of our front room while my parents patiently explained to me that they had differences that couldn't be worked out and that mother wasn't going to be living with us anymore. I think I cried a little, but I wasn't too devastated since I was promised everything that needed to be promised; that she still loved me, that I'd get to see her all

the time, that kind of thing. A few days later she was gone, and it was just dad and I.Again, not too much was different, except for the fact that now our household was all guys. And all-guy households, even ones like ours, have different rules. The housekeeper had to pick up after us - mostly me - more. The flowers and decorations in the house were brought in by designers and florists rather than my mother. And my dad (who had always been blessed with stunning good looks) soon stopped bothering with always wearing clothes around the house when we were alone. That was how I learned that while I'd inherited his green-blue bedroom eyes (someone called them that once but I wasn't sure what it meant, just that it was a compliment) and lush pelt, my body tended more towards the svelte from my mother's side of the family, as did my... Equipment. Put simply, my dad has a dick that would look impressive in a porno movie, let alone in real life. I wouldn't stare, but I couldn't help but compare mine to his once I was old enough to know what it was for, and find that I came up... Lacking.Those looks - and that dick - are a big part of what made my father so successful. He learned he could fuck his way to victory in any business transaction just by nailing somebody's wife. Every boss he had, every contract negotiation he worked on, every competition for status inevitably ended up with his opponent thoroughly destroyed financially and sexually, up to and including the prior owner of what had been called something-or-other Limited. It turned out that he, the previous CEO, was a widower, so dad solved that by fucking, knocking up, and marrying his fifteen year old daughter - that was my mother. And just like that something-or-other Limited became Lorkin Industries, a few months later me and my sister were born, and the Lorkin dynasty began in earnest.As I said, once my mom was gone any discretion my father may have had about his activities was long gone. Before I was even old enough to enjoy Harry Potter books I was well used to seeing him out by the pool getting sucked off by an intern from work, or come into the kitchen to find him with the gardener's daughter bent over the counter, his thick cock sliding in beneath her tail and her moaning and whimpering into her arm, or simply relaxing, scotch in paw, while likely somebody's wife had her head in his lap. I don't remember ever being told not to talk about it, but growing up like I did you learned to rarely talk about your home life anyway. Just being a Lorkin was enough to make people think they knew you, so you kept your mouth shut about your home life.When I was twelve my father arranged for his secretary suck me off - the age he said real men got started - so I wasn't a total virgin entering high school, but I hadn't had a girlfriend yet. But I did have the Lorkin name, money, and my dad's good

looks, so I did have some advantages, and a few months into my Freshman year I was kind of dating Stephanie. Even using my name to my advantage I couldn't believe how lucky I was, and naively I thought that if I had a girl this early and this easy she'd be mine for as long as I wanted her. At least, that's what I thought until she met my dad.We'd been making out pretty regularly every day after school for a few weeks, and she was just starting to let me feel up her tits sometimes when she agreed to come over one Thursday after school. I picked Thursday because I knew I'd have the house to myself; my father usually went out straight from work and it was one of the housekeeper's off days so we'd have as long as she could stick around. We needed to get a ride from one of her older friends - I knew once I was 16 I could have any car I wanted, but with no license I couldn't even borrow someone else's. Which was a little embarrassing, but once we got to my place and she saw the size of it, the giant TV, the huge garden out back, I knew I wouldn't have any problem impressing her. I took her out to show her the indoor pool and hot tub and she said she'd love to go swimming but didn't bring a swim suit.I was so desperate to see her naked I suggested she just wear her underwear, but I could tell she was still reluctant, so I offered to let her borrow a t-shirt. That she was OK with, so I picked out a plain white undershirt, knowing how it'd look wet, and brought it to her. After we both changed in separate changing rooms and came out I just stared for awhile - she was flawless. That body I'd only seen in school uniform looked stunning even before she hopped into the pool, and once she did... I practically popped a boner right there. The shirt, bra underneath, and panties showed off curves I didn't even know girls her age could have, the fabric clinging to her all over. In some ways it was even better than if she had been naked with only the barest hint of her nipples showing through. And her ass, two perfect globes beneath a striped tail, was enough to make me have to swim face the side of the pool more than once to hide the erection my shorts couldn't. I might not have been large, but I was large enough to make a tent I didn't want Stephanie to see.It was one of those times when Stephanie said she wanted a drink. I would have offered to get it for her, but I knew if I got out of the pool now I'd be showing off something I didn't want to, so I just asked her to grab me a soda too, mentally cursing myself for my lack of chivalry. She didn't mind and trotted off through the sliding glass doors of the kitchen while I reached down and gave my hardon a surreptitious squeeze, thinking to myself, "you're going to be in that someday". She was a dream come true, even prettier than most of the girls my dad brought home, especially wet and with a t-shirt clinging to her. I figured

when my dad saw her he'd be proud of me.Long minutes later I started to wonder if she'd gotten lost, since she hadn't come back yet. I started doing times' tables in my head to try and make my seemingly now perpetual hardon go away, but it still took me a few minutes after that to get soft enough risk climbing out of the pool and following the wet footsteps Stephanie had made into the kitchen. And that's where I found them.Stephanie was standing there, still dripping wet, in front of my father. She was leaning back against the marble counter, elbows on it as if showing off her breasts to him rather than hiding, the wet t-shirt clinging to to them. His long tail was lashing behind him slowly and he stood close to her, close enough that I thought she'd be uncomfortable, but she was smiling shyly up at him and didn't seem to mind. At first neither of them noticed me, so I cleared my throat. Immediately Stephanie's demeanor changed and she brought both arms up to her chest, a blush rising to her ears when she looked over towards me. My father stayed cooly composed, keeping his eyes on Stephanie a few moments longer before looking over at me."I needed to come home and pick up a few things and ran into your new friend, Stephanie. We've been having a pleasant chat, but I suppose I should be going, I have a date waiting," he said smoothly.I told my father to have a good night, and moved protectively towards my girlfriend. He smiled and told her it was a pleasure to meet her."Me too," she said in a shy little voice I'd not heard before.He stepped back from us and headed towards the front door. Before he got there, though, he stopped and turned to us."If Stephanie would like to come over this weekend, I can arrange it."Before I could open my mouth to say yes or thank you Stephanie spoke up and said she'd love to. He smiled and left, and Stephanie told me she had to go soon, too - her ride was coming to pick her up. We went back out to the pool and made out for awhile; this time she even let me put my paw under her shirt and feel up her breast underneath her bra, and I was just starting to think she'd let me get my paw underneath that when her cellphone buzzed - her friend was on the way and would be there soon. She had to go.After we got dressed and she was getting ready to leave she asked me about my dad. What he was like, where my mom was, that sort of thing. I jumped at the chance to tell her all about my father's escapades, all the girls her had over, how it was practically a different one every night, all the things he would do with them right out in the open. I was to show her that he used women and treated them like property although I didn't describe it exactly like

that, but all it seemed to do was make her more fascinated. I even told her he'd fucked girls over the very counter she was leaning on at that moment, risking it disgusting her. But she didn't even blink, just asked more questions. Eventually her friend got there, she kissed me and left.Saturday came and my father drove both of us to go pick Stephanie up. She'd never seen an M5 before and asked if she could she could sit up front to get a feel for the car, I politely offered to sit in the back while she and my father chatted casually all the way home. When we got there I had a problem with the automatic door lock in the back so my dad opened the door for her; I swear I saw his paw brush her ass on the way out but she didn't seem to notice. We went inside.This time she'd brought a bikini and suggested we go for a swim. Dad left us alone out there, and within a few minutes of getting into the pool she was all over me, kissing me so hard it made my lips hurt. She even let me get my paw up under her bikini for my first feel of a real tit, which felt even better than I'd fantasized about, pinching and rolling the nipple between my fingers while she rode my knee beneath the water and whimpered into the kissing. God, she felt so good, and I was so hard it ached, especially when she reached down and for the first time squeezed it; I think I may have giggled a little.She giggled too, leaning in close to me and licking up the edge of my ear. "Looks like you're staying in the pool awhile."I nodded, dumbly."I need to use the bathroom. I'll be right back!" With that she climbed out of the pool, leaving me there feeling like kind of the world.I watched the light go on in the bathroom window and her silhouette appear briefly in the frosted glass. A moment later, the door to the bathroom opened again, but I instead of her leaving, I saw another silhouette enter. My father's unmistakable outline a larger and darker shadow than hers.No. It couldn't be.My erection slowly deflating, I climbed out of the pool and snuck around to the other window, the one we kept cracked most of the time since it got too stuffy in there otherwise. I could hear a voice inside, Stephanie's."Oooh, I don't think I... Mmfff..."The voice faded away to a moan while I carefully peeked around the edge of the open window, frightened and anxious.From there, I could see my father and about half of my girlfriend, the rest of her blocked out by his large frame. He was standing so close to her she was backed up against the sink, leaned back, and his paw was on her breast. He'd pushed the bikini up out of the way and had his fingers pinched around on nipple, hard, rolling it while his palm caressed

the rise of her breast. While she was moaning I watched him bring two fingers to her soft young lips, tracing wetly over them before dipping inside to bring another muffled whimper from her, and she began sucking on them eagerly. In and out he pumped his fingers, slowly, every once in awhile drawing them back out to slide over her lips. They were staring right into each others eyes; hers shy and eager, his as stoic as ever and seeming to bore straight into hers, determined, unsmiling."Do you suck cock, little girl?" I heard my father ask quietly. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, sliding them slowly down her body, over her chest and belly before dipping beneath her bikini bottoms at the front. I could see the outline sliding a bit deeper, then a sharp whimper came from her as she nodded."O-oh! Y-yes, I have once, I think I did a good job..." Her voice was as shy as her expression, which was starting to glaze."We will see, young lady," my father rumbled. "Have you done that for my son yet?""No! No I haven't!" She said it quickly as if reassuring my dad she was available.And then my father said something entirely unexpected. "If you make my son happy, I will make you happy. Do you understand?"She let out a little squeal, I could see my father's fingers working beneath her bikini bottoms. "Ok! I pro-" Her words dissolved into muffled cries as his mouth covered hers in a long, hungry kiss and his fingers suddenly shifted. With a series of staccato, muted cries she came right there, sitting on the edge of the sink and with my dad's fingers presumably buried in her cunt. I'd witnessed enough girls orgasm at the ministrations of my father to know what it sounded like.When they'd finished, my father let her go and stepped back, telling her not to keep me waiting, tail thrashing slowly. Stephanie took a little longer to calm down, and while she wasbusy putting her bikini back into place I scurried back to the pool and slid back inside, unsure of what I thought about what I'd just witnessed - and the fact that my erection had never gone away. He could have fucked her, but didn't. He could have told her to suck his cock right then I had no doubt she would have, but instead he told her to make me happy, saving her for me. I was still trying to think through it when Stephanie came back out to pool area, jumped in, and before I could say a word pulled her top right off and practically jumped on top of me, muzzle crushing to mine.Oh god, she tasted so good. Her tongue was in my mouth a moment after she'd started kissing me, and her paw was guiding mine to her bare chest, squeezing around it to make sure I grabbed her tit hard. In between kisses she told me she wanted to please me, to show me how much she appreciated

everything I'd been doing for her and how patient I was. Even knowing this was at my father's behest and as confused as I was my hormones did my thinking for me, keeping unasked any questions I had when she climbed off of me and led me out of the pool with a coy look in her eyes, over to one of the pool chairs and sitting me down in it.She told me she wanted to do something special, and while I watched stepped back from me and turned around, pushing her bikini bottoms down slowly, right there on the side of the pool in full view of the house. I felt like we were doing something 'bad', until I remembered all the times my dad had fucked girls out here just like this, and bolstered by the thought I let myself relax after only a quick furtive glance around proved we were alone.It was my first view of my girlfriend's bare backside, and a moment later when she turned around my first view of her beautiful mound, even better than I'd envisioned. Her stripes on her back and sides became just faint lines down the orange-white front of her belly and chest, and down near the short fur of her cunt it was a creamy, beautiful snow white. She took her sweet time with it too, walking slowly back over to me and sinking to her knees after giving me a frustratingly brief close-up view of her wet pussy, small droplets of moisture clinging to the white fur there - not all of it pool water, I knew.Reaching for my shorts, she leaned in and kissed me. "I know you've been looking at me," she whispered into my ear. "And I want you to feel good, and I want you to know I'm not a tease." She tugged my shorts down, my all too average dick springing to attention from them. "I hope you like this," she whispered and pulled back, lowering her head into my lap.I was already almost panting with excitement, resting my weight back on my arms and looking down the length of my body at Stephanie. She's paused with her muzzle a few inches away from my dick, almost studying it for a few seconds before reaching up and cupping my balls in one moist paw, taking my shaft between her fingers at the base and tugging it down. Time stood still.When I felt the warmth of Stephanie's breath on my cock I almost came right there, just from the touch of her fingers and the waft of air was enough to have me quickly thinking of anything I could, anything unsexy to keep from getting off immediately. Closing my eyes and tilting my head back with any thoughts of my father long gone, I felt her soft mouth close around my shaft, swallowing me halfway down in one long, slow sucking sensation. I could even feel her tongue, swirling around me on the way down, before she pulled back off again.I opened my eyes and looked down at her just as she was lowering her head again, this time letting me watch her lip part and brush my sensitive cockhead on the

way in. It also let me see that her eyes weren't down, but off to the side, towards the house, prompting me to turn my head and check. Was my father there, watching us? Could she see him? Was she just hoping he was? I didn't see him in any of the windows, but I wasn't looking very hard, either, not with my girlfriend's muzzle now bobbing on my cock and with a much better view of her pretty little ass and thrashing tail above it. I let my eyes drift closed again, uncaring whether we were being watched or not.She was really going at it now as my head tilted back again and I felt my tail begin to twitch, right at the base of my spine. She'd only been down there a few minutes but all my efforts to stave off orgasm were giving way, my frantic attempts to think of anything else thwarted every time I opened my eyes to see her. I guess she knew I was getting close because she stared making little whimpering noises, louder when I started reflexively making little, "Oh, oh!" sounds, my eyes squeezing shut.  My balls pulled up tightly, I could feel them slip from her paw and with a gasp... I came, unloading days worth of spunk into her mouth in jolting, spasming spurts. Much to my joy and relief she stayed right where she was, sucking and slurping away while I fired blast after blast across her tongue, humping upwards in short little eager thrusts when her bobbing slowed to a stop.It felt like I came for an hour, but it could only have been a few seconds. With a last gasp I lifted my head and opened my eyes, looking down at Stephanie to see her carefully pulling her muzzle, cheeks bulging a little, off my still-leaking dick - even that motion was enough to make me shudder, one leg bouncing a little from the sensitivity. She hadn't swallowed, but I wasn't too surprised or disappointed. Just the fact that such a beautiful girl had let me cum in her mouth was way more than I could have hoped for and I just gave her a sheepish smile.She ducked her head out of sight beneath the chair and I heard her spit me out. When she came back up, she had a little bit of it on the corner of her muzzle that she wiped off with the back of her paw. When she asked me if I liked it I couldn't even find the words to speak and just laughed awkwardly; I think I may have stuttered out a thank you although I might have just thought it. And with that, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, told me she needed to go clean up, gathered up her bikini and ran off, still naked. I watched her all the way, that same goofy grin on my face, until she was out of sight.It was even better than I'd imagined. My father's secretary felt good, sure, but she wasn't MY girl, and nowhere near as pretty as Stephanie. I looked down at myself, at my still-straining erection and gave it a squeeze, bringing a little shudder to my tail again; I felt like I could go again. There was a small puddle of semen,

my semen, on the ground next to the chair, looking like I'd just pawed off there. It was so small, compared to how monumental my orgasm felt, I guess I'd just assumed it would have been more. I wondered if she'd swallowed any.Tugging my shorts back up I went for my soda, and it wasn't until I'd taken a swallow of it that I realized she'd been gone awhile. I'd spent at five or ten minutes recovering, plus a few more just thinking about how Stephanie had looked naked (I was still rock-hard), and she still wasn't back yet. Sneaking back around to the bathroom window, I had my suspicions confirmed, as I heard her voice first."-just like you told me to! And he really liked it, he said he did and I could tell he did!"Then, my father's: "And you didn't swallow?""No, I didn't want to. I've never done that before, it'd have to be- oh!" her voice stopped suddenly, and when I lifted my head to peek through the window I could see why.The familiar sight of my father, fully clothed in his perfectly tailored suit, standing behind a beautiful nude girl was a familiar one to me. But this time it was my girlfriend, bent over the sink with her arms clasped in front of her tits and her elbows resting on the counter, as if protecting herself. He had both his paws on her ass, prying her cheeks apart with her tail just naturally arched, showing off the bright pink lips of her cunt - I couldn't see it before, through the fur - and the softer pink rosebud of her anus above that. He had one thumb tracing around the edge of her sex, the insides of her thighs matted down with the juices she'd been leaking. Was still leaking, I could see it dribbling down her fur. "Have you ever been fucked, little girl?"Stephanie didn't answer right away, letting out little moans. "O-oh, yeah!""Yes, Mister Lorkin," he corrected her."Yes! Oh... Mmff... Yes Mister Lorkin Sir, I've been f-fucked..." The last word sounded hard to get out and so dirty for such a sweet voice."Who fucked you, little girl?" My father was sliding his thumb deeper, dimpling in her sex now."My c-c-counselor at... Oh god, Mister Lorkin, it feels so gooood... At c-camp last y-year, one of the counselors, we snuck off and he f-f-fucked me.""And that was your first fuck?" His voice was a low growl, thick and rough. "Your mouth, too? Was that the only time?""Nngff, yessir, he... Taught me how to suck him, that's how I l-learned." "Do you want to suck me, baby?""Oooh, god yes Mister Lorkin, please let me suck your dick, please!""Say, 'Suck my cock,' little girl. When it's a man you

call it a cock.""Please Mister Lorkin Sir, please let me suck your cock! You saw I did it for Nathan just like you told me to, please let me?" She was outright begging; I was certain that had my father not been keeping her pinned to the sink with his massive paws on her ass that she'd be on her knees right now.One paw came off her backside, sliding up along her back to the back of her head, where he got ahold of her ponytail she always wore her hair in and begin to drag her backwards, settling her down on her knees in front of him. I could see the damp spots on the counter where her tits had rested."Pull my cock out, little girl," my father rumbled.Stephanie was only too happy to oblige, her paws shaking as she reached up and unzipped his fly, fishing around inside for his cock. Once she had it between her fingers and pulled it out I could see her eyes get huge, her muzzle falling open just a bit. He was easily twice or three times my size."Oh, god... I d-don't know-"He cut her off. "Open, bitch, open your mouth for me."She did while he reached down and closed one paw around his dick, aiming it at her mouth. Despite her initial reluctance she was leaning in almost as soon as he presented it, but he kept his grip on her hair and pulled her back when she tried to kiss it, keeping the fat head just a few inches in front of her muzzle."Wider, little girl, show me your tongue. Show me where Nathaniel had you. Right in there? Wider."Stephanie was straining her muzzle open, nodding like a bobble-head doll and whimpering plaintively. I could see her hair pulled taut, straining against my father's grip to try and get his cock into her mouth."Can you still taste it? Do you want a real cock in there, little girl? Beg for me.""God, Mister Lorkin Sir, please let me taste you, I made Nathan happy, I want to make you happy too! Oh, mmff..."Those last words faded to a muffled moan as my father let go of her hair and she fairly dived forward, catching his cock in her mouth and swallowing it halfway down - as far as she could go, it looked like. Her eyes drifted closed much as mine had and she squeezed her legs together tightly, rolling her hips and bringing little shivers that I knew from watching my father with other girls were likely orgasms. Orgasms she hadn't had while sucking on me.A few seconds into it and she was already bobbing her head up and down eagerly, leaving a spit-shined gloss on the upper half of his cock and little dribbles of spit down the black veined shaft. But she couldn't have been at it for more than a minute before my father took ahead of her hair again and wrenched her off his

dick, bringing a disappointed and confused whine from her."Put on your clothes, and go tell Nathaniel you have to go soon. Be good to him, and I'll take you back home myself. Do you understand?"She was still on her knees, looking up at him pleadingly. "If I do a good job may I swallow your c-c-cum?""You will, little girl. Now go. I will see you soon."Before they could come out of the bathroom I ran back to the pool, sitting back where I was before with my puddle of spunk still drying on the tile next to me. Stephanie came back a few minutes later, fully dressed, and was all over me; kissing me, resting on my lap and riding my knee again like she had in the pool. She even let me feel up her ass. I imagined it was still warm from my father's hand, although in truth I couldn't tell through her jeans. She told me she had a really good time and couldn't wait to see me again, to do more with me.I didn't know what to think. She was obviously more eager with my father, but just as obviously she didn't mind what she had done with me, and it was his doing anyway, like he always did with the women in his life. I guess I should have been angry or resentful, but when my father came out and told me he was going to take Stephanie home and that I should I clean up the house while he was gone, I didn't argue. I was used to doing what he told me, unquestioningly - that was taught to me and my sister when we were a lot younger. So when they drove I just watched them go from the front window. Almost the moment they got in the car she'd scooted over next to him, and her head had dropped down out of sight into his lap before they turned off of our street.Stephanie lived fifteen minutes away. My father didn't return for two hours. When he finally did get back he told me he had met her parents, and that they seemed very nice. He said I'd done well, getting such a pretty and cultured girlfriend, and that he was proud of me. The funny thing is, I was sure he was sincere - he really WAS proud of me. I believed that he met her parents too. He probably made sure to come inside, to shake hands with the father of a girl whose cunt-juice he still had on his fingers and whose spit was still wet on his dick. That's what he did, and this time, he was doing it to my girlfriend.Stephanie and I dated for three months, and it was the best three months of my fourteen years of life so far. I lost my virginity - my REAL virginity - to her less than a week after that Saturday next to the pool, on the floor of our billiard room. The days leading up to it she was all over me, even intimating she wanted me to fuck her at school. I'm pretty sure I knew why, too - my father likely wouldn't let her ride that gorgeous cock of his until I'd had her first. He brought her over that day for what was

supposed to be a chaperoned date, but he left almost as soon as she got there, and less than half an hour later I had my first orgasm inside a girl. Well, inside a rubber, but still.  I fucked her at least three times, maybe four - the afternoon was a blur. We'd clean up after one session, go for a swim or a dip on the hot tub, and the next thing I knew she was sitting in my lap, riding me while I had my muzzle in between her tits, kissing and licking while she whispered into my ear how wonderful my cock felt, how much she loved me inside her, how she wanted to make me happy. The last time she even let me fuck her without a rubber so long as I pulled out first; I ended up blowing onto her ass; by that point just a few small dribbles of sperm leaking down next to her tail while she moaned over the pool table.We were cleaned up before my dad got home and watching TV. She practically jumped to her feet the moment he walked in, and made sure to give me a good, long, wet kiss before they left. From almost the moment they got in the car I was paralyzed with fear: Was he fucking her right now? How long would they be gone? Would she do more stuff with him she wouldn't do with me? Did they just pull over and fuck in the back seat? But barely twenty minutes later my father came home, without comment going into his study. It wasn't long enough to do more than drive her home, which left me wondering what had happened, or more specifically why something hadn't hadn't.The next day, Stephanie wasn't at school.At first break I snuck off and called her, getting ahold of her on her cell phone. She sounded like she was exercising or running. I asked her why she wasn't in school and she told me she wasn't feeling well today, but that she'd had a really good time the day before and couldn't wait to do it again. I told her to get some rest, then on a hunch, after we hung up, called my father's office. His secretary said he wasn't in today, and wouldn't be in the whole day.I knew it. I got to be first, but now that I'd had her she was his, for the entire day. Suddenly my few hours of ecstasy didn't seem all that special anymore.I don't think I could have stayed with her those months we were together if the sex hadn't been so incredible. Even with what I assumed was regular trysts with my father she was still all over me anytime we were alone, letting me fuck her whenever we had the chance, even sucking my dick all the time - although she never swallowed. I couldn't tell if her enthusiasm was honest or if it was just at my father's urging, but either way, she made me feel like a stud every single time we did it.The whole time we were together they were very discreet, but I knew my father was still using her. It was weird, we'd do things like go to the carnival together and she

was the best girlfriend in the world: Excited when I won her things in the arcade, making out with me on the ferris wheel (she even felt me up at the top!). We'd go to movies and hold hands the whole time, with her head on my shoulder. It was enough to make me pretend not to notice when it took my father hours to drive her home, or when his paw would brush her ass, or when I'd catch her looking at him when the three of us were together. He'd never return the gaze of course, at least, not in my presence.Towards the end, I could tell Stephanie was a little distracted, maybe even unhappy. She was still very sweet to me, but there was something between her and my dad, and she wasn't pleased with it. For a couple of weeks she was all over me, begging me to fuck her every day, and I realized what had happened. Like always, my father was losing interest. Stephanie was a conquest, but now that she'd been conquered he wasn't interested anymore, and no amount of riding my dick recaptured his attentions. I even had to arrange rides for her to get home sometimes, much to her obvious frustration.After that she became distant, and on my father's advice we broke up. I remember him telling me not to worry, that there were lots of other girls out there, better ones.And he was right.--A few months later I met Megan at football tryouts, which they were holding the same day as cheerleader practice. She was a Junior and a husky, a species you don't usually see as cheerleaders, but she was just stunning. Slim hips and big tits, she was built bigger than Stephanie but still just perfect proportions. I ended up getting creamed by one of the other guys because I was staring, which got me yelled at by the coach and laughed at by Brandon, who was trying out with me. Not for the same position, though - a wolf like him was pretty much born to be a linebacker or something - but he was the one who convinced me to try out in the first place. Mostly because it was a good way to get girls, he said. After practice I gathered up my courage and approached her, and invited her over some time. It helped she had her own car, since it meant we wouldn't have to rely on my father to drive her around.A few days later found us in the hot tub and my tongue in her mouth. She was a lot less shy than Stephanie had been; almost as soon as I started getting pawfuls of her tits she took off her bathing suit top and let me kiss and lick her nipples, something Stephanie always said tickled too much. She had no qualms about stroking me through my shorts either, which helped a lot when I shot my load within a few seconds of her holding onto me, since she couldn't tell underneath the shorts and the hot tub bubbles. At least I hoped she didn't notice.I was so lost in what I was doing that I didn't hear my

father's car in the driveway. I hadn't kept track of time, and it wasn't until I heard the front door thump closed that I realized how late it was. I tried to play it cool even though inside I was panicking, partly for fear of being 'caught' and partly because I was afraid the situation with Stephanie would happen all over again. I told her my dad was home but that it was probably ok, just as he came into the pool area.That Megan was more confident than Stephanie was evidenced by the way she just climbed out of the hot tub, one arm held over her chest to not-really hide her breasts and came right up to him to shake his paw. Stuck in the hot tub with my hardon, I made introductions while inside I felt my heart sink when I saw my father's tail lashing slowly when he shook paws. I knew that look, but Megan wasn't withering under the gaze at all. She told him she was very pleased to meet him, that she'd heard of him and hoped that he'd let her date his son. His eyes firmly on her tits, he told her he'd consider it, and a minutes of small talk later, he left. I think she expected him to be more taken with her, watching after his back with a small frown. I'd figure out later she she prided herself on her ability to make men fall for her, and I don't think she anticipated a full-grown man showing so little apparent interest. She didn't seem mad, just surprised. When she came back into the hot tub it was like we hadn't even been interrupted, back to making out ferociously. But this time she was slipping her bottoms off underneath the water, letting me finger-bang her while she nibbled on my neck and stroked my dick, to another muted and mercifully unnoticed orgasm in my shorts. When we were done she got dressed again, nice and slowly so I could watch, and told me she couldn't wait until we had more time alone.My father was more discreet with her than with Stephanie. I didn't see any direct evidence of their trysts, and there was never anything as obvious as there had been with Stephanie. No missed school days right after dates, even after I got to fuck her for the first time (in the back of her car after a movie one night). No stolen moments in the bathroom. No funny phone calls. But I knew something had to be going on, if for no other reason than my father was still my father. I became consumed by curiosity, trying to bring him up in conversations with Megan that would let me judge, by her response, whether they were together. It didn't help; she always seemed nonchalant about him. Brandon even noticed me mentioning him to her as much as I did, once asking me if she was dating him, or me. I didn't laugh.I don't know why I thought I needed to know if he was with her when we weren't together. It was hard to feel jealous; Megan was fantastic in bed (or over a park bench, or in the back seat of her car) and loved to suck me

off, whenever I wanted. She even swallowed me the first time and every time after, something Stephanie had never done. She loved to surprise me, too, seemingly uninterested in sex when we were out at the mall or a park, then all of a sudden kissing me and guiding my paw down underneath her skirt to her wet cunt whenever we had a moment alone. While she was always a stickler for safe sex I never complained and couldn't really consider that a minus - I didn't want to get her pregnant, and anyway it kept me from cumming the moment my cock touched her pussy. She was great.But I couldn't stop thinking about it. In some ways, knowing about him and Stephanie was easier, something I worried about the extent, but not the existence, of. It was that burning curiosity that had me sneaking home early one night, when I'd told Megan I'd be out after practice with the guys. It wasn't totally a lie, we DID have a team pizza party that night, but I just skipped out on it and got a ride home from Brandon who I had drop me off a block from my house - I told him my dad would be pissed if he caught me coming home late. I walked the rest of the way, feeling almost like a criminal when I got to the yard and jumped the fence instead of coming in through the gate, quietly making my way around to the house. And after checking the garage to make sure my father's car was there, I started checking in windows. Pool area first... No luck. Around to the kitchen, past the living room, and nothing in either of those places, either. The bedrooms were upstairs, and I was starting to think I'd have to climb one of the trellises to check them when I looked into my father's study.At first, I thought my distrust had been proven unwarranted, and a wave of relief rushed over me. I could (partially) see my father in one of the overstuffed chairs in his study, his elbow propped comfortable on one arm of it and a book opened in his paw. A cigar burned half-gone in the ashtray on the end table next to him; as I watched he brought it to his lips and drew serenely on it, exhaling silently - for me, anyway, since I couldn't hear anything from outside. But then, I saw him glance downwards. Not at the book held up near his chest, but past it. My heart leapt into my throat and I felt my chest tighten. I couldn't see all of my father from my position, not from this window anyway, so I skulked over to the other window and peeked up just over the edge, hoping I could get a better view from there.I could. My father was exactly as I first thought, sitting in his easy chair smoking a cigar, but in front of him on her knees was Megan, naked as could be and with her curly tail flipped up over her back to expose her wet crotch and thighs to where I could see. Her head was in his lap, muzzle bobbing up and down on his magnificent prick and one small paw wrapped around the base, or rather, wrapped as far around it as she could

reach. She may have been able to encircle mine with her fingers, but on my dad I could see it didn't make it all the way around. She was moving very slowly, from what I could tell having been down there awhile, swallowing my father's cock in her mouth as far as she could fit into her muzzle and back up again, alternating between that and lapping around his nuts, tugged free from his fly. As I watched, he closed the book with a silent snap and put it on the end table, settling into the chair and saying something down before he resumed smoking the cigar.Her cocksucking pace sped up. I knew her technique well at this point, and could imagine what it must feel like for him, her tongue swirling around his head, lips popping off, kissing, and engulfing it again every few strokes. The ebon flesh of my father's cock was slick and wet up around the top half and dry at the bottom save for a few rivulets of spit or precum that dribbled from Megan's lips, to ooze down past her fingers and dampen the fur on his balls. It was a work of art, my father's equipment - thick and heavy, veined and fleshy around the head and base, perfectly proportioned for his stature. From where I crouched I could see it pulse and surge under my girlfriend's efforts, even able to time the throbbing of it with Megan's throat flexing, presumably to swallow the precum he'd just deposited on her tongue. Unconsciously, at least at first, my paw stole down to my own crotch and took hold of my hardon through my shorts, the first squeeze around it jolting me into the realization that I had an erection at all. I looked down at myself practically in disbelief, unable to reconcile the sick jealousy making my stomach do flip-flops with the growing stain of precum and aching hardon I was clutching. By the time I looked back up, something had changed. My father's eyes were fixed on Megan, expression severe behind his spectacles and cigar between his teeth. She'd taken her muzzle off his cock and was stroking it in both paws, looking like she was milking it with the piss-slit aimed straight at her gaping mouth. She had her eyes closed and both her thighs squeezed tightly together, rubbing against one another.For all my father's impropriety when it came to his sexual conquests at the house, he was never so blatant as to get off while his own son was watching, so I'd never seen him climax before. Now, without auditory cues, I was left to stare in anticipatory fascination until my father took a long, slow draw on the cigar and took it carefully from his muzzle, resting his paw with it between two fingers on the arm of the chair. I could see his chest rising, then sort of... Deflating as he appeared to sag slightly into his seat and all at once a finger-thick, sticky arc of semen shot from his cock, missing Megan's open muzzle cleanly and landing in a gooey rope along her cheek and forehead. I could see, if not hear

her whimper and she jerked her head to the side, catching the next pearly white jet in her mouth, this time the rope laying across her tongue and lower lip. She never closed her muzzle around his cock again, presumably under instructions from my father, only stroked him in quick, eager jerks while spurt after spurt of semen shot into and pooled in her mouth, so much that it was already starting to drool back out to spill over her chin.I couldn't believe how prolific my father was. Those first few jets of seed were more than I could produce in a day of pawing off and more was still emptying across Megan's tongue, looking like a week's worth of pent-up load despite his having been out on a date just the night before. She tipped her head back as more trickled from her lower lip, catching the last few shots of it with her jaw almost underneath to make sure not so much as a drop landed anywhere but on her sticky face. When the spurts became dribbles she pursed her lips and kissed the slit, tongue appearing for a moment and slurping up the last before she sat back, muzzle closed. Her throat still hadn't moved and she looked funny, lips shut but I could tell her jaws were parted and her cheeks bulged every so slightly beneath the fur. She hadn't swallowed yet.My father sat there a for awhile longer, eyes still fixed on Megan while he collected himself and, I assume, admired his handiwork. She held his (still very hard) cock carefully in one paw while with her other she was fingering herself; while I couldn't see her it from where I was I at least could see her arm down along her front and her hips rolling in a very familiar way - like she did when I was fingering her, only a lot more eagerly. Shamelessly.My father said something; his lips moved and Megan's ears perked up. She let go of his cock, nodded - unable to speak - and got shakily to her feet, turning around to face where I was hiding to bend over his desk. If I was worried about her seeing me I didn't have to, as her eyes had closed again and she laid her head down on the desk, wet cheek leaving an oily-looking smear in the lacquered wood.From behind her the imposing image of my father loomed, cock weighed down horizontal under its own weight now that he was standing but still clearly fully erect, jutting from the fly of his slacks. He had it held tightly in one paw, his own large grip easily enough to encircle it, and his cigar clamped between his teeth, smoke curling from the cherry. I imagined how many other women, and girls, had been in this position for him, splayed out wet and wanton, anticipating the feel of my father's exquisite cock sliding into their cunt. How many wives had been there? How many daughters? How many girlfriends? What did it feel like for him, sliding into pussy 'belonging' to someone else and claiming it for his own? And how did it feel to be that girl,

knowing what was going to happen, knowing how wrong it was and wanting it anyway, even when feeling that fat dick splitting them open?My mind had already predicted what was going to happen next. I'd been there myself, ready to enter her, unrolling a rubber over my dick and feeling the slight chill of the condom replaced with the warm wetness of her sex. It didn't matter that he'd just gotten off and she was still holding his prodigious load in her mouth; one orgasm wasn't enough for my stud of a father. He said something to her, she nodded, he crouched over her... And slipped inside. Bare. His spit-slick cock spread her little pussy wide and barged inside fast and hard enough for me to see her face contort, first in a grimace, then ecstasy when his hips thumped against her ass hard enough to make her spasm and gasp, and I could see a dribble of semen, my father's semen, appear on her lip before leaking onto the desk.He stopped there, standing over her with his dick hilted in my girlfriend's pussy. He was in no hurry, drawing languidly on the cigar and inspecting it for a moment as if thinking, then admiring for awhile the slim curve of her back and ass framing what I knew was the sight of his bulging dick crammed in her young cunt. The seconds stretched into minutes. How he stayed hard without thrusting I had no idea, but that he did was obvious from the way Megan's hips rolled and bucked slowly, riding him almost restrainedly given how desperate I could see she was. I still couldn't hear her whimpers but she was obviously making some kind of sound, I could see her chest heaving, nose flaring and little jerks of her head against the desk.My father said something, and Megan nodded quickly. Pursing her lips, her head stayed to the side as I saw her throat work, once, in a heavy gulp - I imagined I could hear it - the wet sound of my father's load draining down her throat, the muffled whines I knew she made when she was really horny once her mouth was clear. When she was done her muzzle fell open and tongue lolled, showing off the pretty pink of the inside of her mouth and tongue, and inside, the sticky strings of my father's spunk still staining it. She looked like she'd swallowed poorly on purpose, making sure my father could see her drooling the last of it onto his desk as he began to fuck her in long, slow, deliberate motions.I came. Just like that, my paw clutching my dick tightly, I felt an unexpected shudder go through me and I was all at once unloading into my shorts, hard enough that I fell backwards from the window and lay splayed out on the grass, panting and moaning. It never occurred to me to let go of my cock but I didn't stroke it either, just laid there and soaked the inside of my underwear with what I knew was a pathetically smaller load than what Megan had just guzzled down. My mind was filled with the image of Megan's

muzzle laying slack, semen coating her lips and tongue, jerking in little shudders as my father pounded her to the desk. Just like he had all the other girls.I didn't go back to the window. I felt surprisingly ashamed that I'd looked in on my father without his permission, even if it was with Megan. Confused about the unexpected climax despite the crushing weight of jealousy I felt in my gut, and why I'd stayed to watch in the first place. Rather than try to make my way unseen into the house I shucked my shorts and underwear, leaving the latter under one of the bushes and snuck off, commando, to go for a walk and think things over. Half an hour later and with no resolution to my thoughts I came back home to find the lights off save for the front porch, came inside and went straight to my room and to bed.I never mentioned what I saw to Megan, any more than I had with Stephanie. And just as with Stephanie, Megan continued to be everything I could hope for. If she'd just been a cheerleader, or two grades above me, or smoking hot; any one of those things and I would have been the envy of all the guys at school. But all those things together? Even taking into account my Lorkin name, I had a reputation that I was happy to live out. It helped that Megan really did put out whenever I wanted.Her and my dad continued their arrangement, I knew that. Oh, they were still discreet, but I knew. Some nights when Megan told me she couldn't go out, and my father was on a 'date' that same night that didn't end as usual, with him bedding his lucky date back at the house. I'm embarrassed to admit that first night outside my father's study wasn't the first night I checked up on them, although I never caught them as obviously as I had then. Usually it was just seeing Megan's car in the driveway, or catching glimpses of one of them - usually my father - going to the shower down the hallway. I don't know why I kept watching, now that I knew. I just did.A few months after that fateful night I noticed Megan started acting a little funny, much like Stephanie had. She was both distant and constantly horny, usually insisting we fuck at the house, preferably by the pool where my father might catch us (but never actually did.) She'd take a good long time going down on me in one of the pool chairs, and afterwards would ask me if I enjoyed it, did she make me happy, stuff like that. Language I knew my father used. And, just like Stephanie, a few weeks later - and again, on my father's advice - we split up. It seemed maybe like she was a little relieved when I told her. I heard a few months later that she'd hooked up with one of the other guys at school and gotten pregnant from him something.By now I wasn't sure what to do. I was uncomfortable dating, knowing that any of them could lead to more nights like with Stephanie and Megan and my

father, but my reputation was such I couldn't go a day without being hit on or asked out (or both). And most of them were really hard to say no to, even if I wanted to, which I didn't. Not really. For a few months I just went out on a few almost-dates, just after-school get-togethers and stuff. That worked to keep me social if not get me laid. Then I met Renee.--Renee was a fennec, and hands-down the cutest chick I'd ever met. Maybe not the most beautiful or sexy, but she was absolutely adorable. I wasn't even that tall and she maybe came up to my chin, not including her ears, and had this way of seeming to bounce or skip everywhere rather than walk. She was popular at school, a Sophomore, and came across as a little bit of a tomboy even with a body that was all female and a voice like she hadn't hit puberty yet and was never going to. Renee was so friendly with everyone, and so bouncy all the time, that it took a few weeks of seeing her watching practice or with all of us at the after-school meetups for me to realize she was trying to get me to ask her out. I'd just figured she was being friendly.Once I did ask her out I was sure glad I had. Privately she was just as much fun as in school, and seemed just as happy listening to my halting attempts at cool-sounding conversation as she was chattering on about everything that came into her head. She wasn't ditzy, although she maybe came across like that sometimes, just bubbly. She was so much fun to spend time with that for awhile I actually didn't even think of trying to get under her skirt, I was just thrilled to be spending time with a girl again. I hadn't realized how much I missed it. Unfortunately for me, Renee didn't have a car and I still was only old enough for a learner's permit - which my father was quite strict about my using only with my driving instructor present. I put off bringing her home as long as I could, since it would require that we arrange both a drop-off and a pickup for her, but after a month or two of dating, and dancing around the issue of why we couldn't hang out at my house, I finally gave in and invited her over, an invitation she eagerly accepted. She probably wondered why I hadn't sooner.I needn't have worried, it seemed. Brandon dropped her off exactly when I asked him to, and although I didn't explain why it was important, promised to come by and pick her up too. Later that night, after some making out on the couch, I told Renee my father would be mad if he caught us playing around, so we should make sure he didn't. When he came home, at the time I expected and with a stunningly beautiful vixen on his arm, we were just sitting on the couch watching TV. If he was surprised to see me home with a girl there he didn't act like it, staying with his date and greeting Renee politely when I made introductions. She said pretty much the

same thing, just a lot more excitedly, although she always how she talked. She told him how nice our house was, and how much she appreciated him letting us hang out there. I was on pins and needles the whole time, but after some polite introductions to his date and a little small talk they left. That night, Renee gave me a handjob while we made out, kissing me while I pawed at her tits and came all over my belly within a few short minutes of it. Two nights later she was blowing me, and a week later I got to fuck her for the first time. I guess I was getting pretty good at this.Stuff was going great. Renee and my dad had finally met and it seemed like finally I'd brought home a girl he didn't have any interest in, or at least, not enough to do anything with her. The sex was fantastic if a little bit... Basic, I guess. Megan and Stephanie were both pretty adventurous, at least after a few weeks together, but I got the feeling Renee really wasn't into anything more than what we were already doing, basic fucking with the occasional blowjob.Which is how I found out my father was fucking her, too.You'd think I would have known. Her little cunt was so tight at first, even for my dick, that I just figured it was her naturally loosening up when she started taking it a little easier - well, that, and the thought that maybe I was stretching her open, something I was inordinately proud of if it was true. But I really was clueless until one night, when we were alone at my place and in my bedroom, both of us naked. She was on all fours, with my unrolling a condom over my cock and getting ready to fuck her for the first time that night, when she looked back over her shoulder and asked, a little shyly and cutely as ever, if I wanted to put it in her butt.It took me a few seconds to collect myself, because I knew, immediately, what had been going on. Even if she wasn't going to tell me I knew that there was no way she'd want me to fuck her ass unless my father had instructed her to offer it to me, likely in exchange for his dick there as soon as I'd had a go at it. In fact, I hadn't answered her and was still trying to recover from the shock of revelation when she leaned back against me and bumped her backside against my latex-encased hardon - a hardon that hadn't gone away, despite the realization of what was going on. I guess she took my hesitation as reluctance, because she giggled a little, reaching back with one finger to dip it into her cunt, then slide it wetly back to her ass. She told me no one had ever put it there before, and that she wanted to do show me how special I was to her - phrasing uncomfortably close to what Stephanie had said before she blew me for the first time. But the fact is I believed her; that she was an anal virgin, and that she really did want me to do it. Sure,

maybe it was because my dad had promised her something for it, but that didn't matter right now. What mattered was my girlfriend was offering to let me do anal with her, and I wasn't about to let that chance go by. Her finger rubbing herself back there was all the encouragement I needed. I wasn't really sure what to do but I knew I needed lube, so I used a little spit and wiped it on my cock, before nudging it up against her pretty little rosebud. She was so small, my cock looked huge when I started to push hard enough to dimple in the skin around her butt, even squashed a little by the tight rubber. She was moaning before I even got it in, although when I did I think it hurt her a little because her sounds got higher-pitched and sounded strained even as she encouraged me to keep going. Torn between wanting to go easy on her and just plain eagerness I worked myself into her in short little thrusts, eventually and thrillingly hilting my cock in her rump.She was loving it, bucking her hips and humping back against me much more than I was against her, wordlessly convincing me to fuck her... So I did. Slowly at first, I had my first anal fuck of my life and marveled, silently to myself just how different it felt from her cunt. Tighter at the entrance and maybe a little looser inside, searing hot, and I could feel every little twitch her body made ripple around me even more than when I was fucking her pussy. It felt so good, in fact, that I'd barely been inside her for a couple minutes when all my attempts to hold off my climax failed and I came suddenly, panting over her while she gasped out my name breathlessly. And afterwards, laying there on top of my girlfriend with my cock lodged in her rump, I thought this is how my father must feel when he fucks a girl. Triumphant. I didn't care that she was cheating on me with him, nor did I care that soon enough it'd probably be his cock in there, slamming into her rear end while she called out his name. This was my conquest, and I was enjoying every minute of it. Afterwards her voice was a little shaky, but told me how much she liked it and that she wanted to do it again sometime, if not right now. I fucked her again, this time in the cunt, before we needed to get cleaned up for her ride to come pick her up for the night.I saw Renee at school the next day, much to my relief, since I'd half-expected her to be gone along with my father for the afternoon. We had a date scheduled for that night, but even knowing without a doubt from our sex last night that something was going on, I decided I had to see it for myself. I told her I couldn't make our date because of a team party (my favorite excuse, now) and she said that was fine, she'd find something to do. She didn't sound happy or sad, no different than usual, and she gave me a long, wet kiss in the hallway before we headed off to class. Later, after practice was over, I

asked Brandon to drop me off a block from my house, and snuck into the yard.I went straight to the window of his study this time, avoiding the light streaming out from the window and skulking in the bushes where I had before. When I got to the window and peeked over the sill, the sight that greeted me was, by now a familiar one. In his easy chair sat my father, wearing only a robe that had fallen open to expose him completely. Renee was perched in his lap, her head not even coming to his chin, facing him and straddling his legs, riding him slowly. She was shaking a lot, which at first I thought was nervousness or excitement, but after a few seconds to let my eyes adjust it became clear that I'd showed up just as they were finishing. And as I watched her hips rise up and her tail flick to the side I saw the glistening pillar of ebon flesh that was my dad's cock impaling my girlfriend's poor, stretched ass, the pert cheeks held pried apart by his thick tool. Semen leaked from her rear, dribbling down my father's cock and pooling a little near his balls, beaten to a froth by what was likely a marathon session of lovemaking. Shaking a little myself, I reached down and unzipped my shorts, pulling out my already rock-hard erection. I didn't stroke it, just clutched it tightly while I watched. She rode him a few minutes longer, undoubtedly working off the last of her orgasm and making me marvel at just how much of my father's magnificent cock she could take in that tiny little ass of hers, where my cock had been not twenty-four hours before. On one of the up-strokes she slipped off him entirely, letting the cock in her ass pop free, and slumped against my father's chest, panting.He said something to her I couldn't hear, but whatever it was had her lifting her head and looking at him with an expression I couldn't make out. She said something else and his own expression darkened - ever so slightly, but enough to have her sliding off his lap obediently without another word from him. I knew that look of my father's well; it was one that brooked no argument and needed no voice behind it to back it up. Rather than get to her feet though, Renee just sort of poured off his lap and onto her knees, looking up at him with that cute and innocent smile of hers, all the way down to when she lifted his still-stiff cock from his belly, sticky with semen and whatever he'd used to lubricate his dick in her ass, and engulfed it into her mouth.The fact that it had just been in her backside didn't seem to bother Renee at all. She swallowed him down halfway, surprisingly gently, tongue swirling visibly around the shaft as she pulled off. Licking her lips, she set about cleaning the spunk off my father's dick in messy slurps that had it dribbling off her chin and lips, at least until she licked it off with a silent giggle. Lap after willing lap stripped the slimy

leftovers of their lovemaking, until all that was left was smoothy, glossy black flesh. She didn't stop, presumably because my father hadn't told her to, licking down to his balls and getting to work cleaning them, too.I don't know why I did it. The phone was in my hand before I noticed I had pulled it out and I was punching the speed dial for Rene before I had time to think through what I was doing. Her name popped up on my screen, and from inside I could just make out the tinkly sound of the ringtone she had for me, some pop song I didn't recognize. I don't know if I expected her to answer or not, but she paused in her licking and looked up at my dad, who hadn't even flinched when the ringing started, just looked down at her. I don't think she dared ask whether she should answer it or not, but he responded anyway, with a slight incline of his head. She jumped to her feet - still naked and beautiful, thighs matted down with moisture - and dug around in her pile of clothes by the chair - clothes I recognized since she'd been wearing them at school that day. From the folds of them she dug out her phone and punched a button, while on mine I heard the ringing stop.At first, when she answered I wasn't sure what to say. I asked her how her day had been and she said fine; she asked me how my team thing was going and I told her it was going fine too. As I watched, secretly, I saw her make her way over to the desk closer to the window, walking slowly and clearly putting on a show for my father who sat as stoically as ever in the chair, erection still stiff and wet against his belly. I told her about the practice, all of it the truth, while she bent over the desk slowly, tail swishing behind her and hiked up over her back; it looks comically fluffy from where I was, even if I knew the base of it was sticky with sperm. I asked her what she'd gotten up to tonight, and while she spoke - about hanging out with friends after school, going home and watching a movie alone - I saw the imposing frame of my father rise up behind her, robe wafting loose on his shoulders and cokecan-thick cock like a cannon jutting obscenely from his crotch. I guess she saw him, too, or at least heard him coming, because as he made his way unhurriedly over to her she straightened up a little, turning to face him. I could see her clearly, phone pressed to one of those oversized ears of hers, one finger tracing along her thigh to her pristine cunt, right while she was saying how much she missed me.My father had to know it was me on the phone by now, just from the context of our conversation, but if he cared, he didn't show it as he stepped up to her, crowding her back until she braced one paw on the edge of the desk and hoisted herself up - I could hear the little grunt over the phone. I could also hear her gasp when my father reached up and closed one paw around her pert

little breast and squeezed hard enough to make her wince. Her eyes drifted closed, her voice taking on an almost dreamlike tone to it.I could see all of her, and most of my father - she was so small she didn't come close to eclipsing him, and her head was about up to his chest until she laid back on one elbow, needing the other to keep the phone to her ear. We kept making small talk, with my trying not to sound like I was just trying to keep her on the phone, while my father slowly crouched down and tightened his grip on her breast, squeezing it what looked like painfully tightly; I could see her wince again but this time she made no sound. Somewhere between her legs out of sight I knew my father's cock was rubbing against the inside of her thigh, then her sex when he nudged forward. He moved, her voice hitched for a moment, and I watched her whole body shudder for a momen; in that split second of silence I swore I could hear the wet sound of my father's still-slippery dick sliding into her cunt, spreading her far further than I ever could. Renee was breathing heavier now, and my father wasn't stopping. He'd just penetrated her and he was still sliding in, so firmly that she was starting to squirm and try to protest with body language alone. His expression stoic as impassive as ever, he was taking obvious advantage of the fact that she couldn't say anything out loud; when she tried to roll her hips back a little he shoved down on her chest, firmly pushing her down until she was splayed out flat on her back. And while she kept trying to keep up the conversation, her words stuttering, slowing down, and speeding up again in a jumble, my father began to fuck her, slowly sawing in and out of her pussy in ever-deepening strokes. I could see it now, that thick veined spike impaling my girlfriend, only an inch or two not embedded in her now. Her juices dribbled around it, squeezed from the tight confines of her cunt by the obscenely huge meat crammed up inside it.I ran out of things to say - unable to even think straight - and told her I had to go and get back to the team, but that if she wanted we could get together the next night for our date. She said ok, told me she loved me and we said our goodbyes as she lifted her legs up to embrace my father's hips. The last thing I saw before stumbling away from the window was her sloppy, well-fucked ass coming into view, matted down with sperm still leaking from her backside - until my father's nuts squashed into her cleft when he hilted himself in her. We'd hung up, but I could hear her squeal from outside.I didn't stay to watch the end. I couldn't. Stumbling away from the window, I immediately called Brandon and asked him if he'd come pick me up, telling him I just wanted to get out for the night. I hadn't cum this time, carelessly stuffing my hardon back in my shorts and sneaking back out past the

front gate to meet him.--Brandon met me by the gate, and could tell from my expression that I wasn't in the best mood. He didn't ask what was up and I didn't tell him, I just said I wanted to go hang out somewhere for awhile because my dad was busy with something... I almost said a chick, but I was afraid it'd give too much away. I didn't want to have to explain things. About Renee. About my father. We headed to one of the nearby lakes and parked on the far side, alone, and Brandon grabbed some beers he had in the back seat. We drank and sat silently for awhile, me trying to not make faces at the strong taste of the beer."How're things goin' with Renee, man?" he asked after awhile, cautiously.I just shrugged."She's not puttin' out?"I didn't answer, just sat and looked out the window."Sorry, you don't wanna talk about it, that's-""No, it's alright," I interrupted, feeling the urge to speak now for the first time since the phone call. "Just... I think she's messing around on me." I figured that was close enough to truth."No shit? She's cheating? I dunno, she doesn't seem the type. I mean she's nice and all, but she doesn't act like a slut."I looked at him, and he held up his hands defensively."Hey, I'm just saying! You're the one who said she's going behind your back. Don't shoot the messenger."I cracked a little bit of a grin, in spite of myself. "I'd have to kill myself.""Yeah," Brandon chuckled. "Guess so."My grin faded and we went silent awhile longer, just drinking. I tossed my can out the window and cracked another one. I didn't usually get drunk, but tonight felt like a good night for it. And one can was more than enough to get me well on my way there."So, like, you gonna break up with her?" he asked, once again carefully.I shook my head. "I... Think so. I don't know. I have to think about it." I leaned my head back against the headrest and closed my eyes."That's cool," he said.We were quiet again for awhile, and I thought about what I'd seen. Tonight, with Renee. Weeks ago, with Megan. No matter the girl, no matter how into me she was, my dad fucked all of them. Those drop-dead good looks of his, those eyes, that beautiful cock that seemed like it never got soft no matter how much he fucked them... They didn't stand a chance with him. I didn't stand a chance, not after he'd had a look at them. I didn't know if he was still doing what he'd done with Stephanie, insisting they put out for me before he'd... Put out for them. But I wished it was the

other way around.In the darkness and silence, I felt something touch my leg.At first, I wasn't sure what it was. I opened my eyes and looked down to see Brandon's paw on my thigh, just resting there. He wasn't even looking at me, just out the front window of the car, and leaving his paw just a few inches above my knee. I froze.I didn't know what to say. I'd known Brandon since we were in middle school, although we hadn't gotten to be really friends until this year, and he'd never... Hit on me. No guy had, ever. In a brief moment of panic I realized I had a hardon from my thoughts, and I didn't know how long it had been there. Brandon's paw was dangerously close to it. He must have thought it was because of him!I swallowed hard, and looked down at his paw again. He'd moved it higher on my thigh, closer towards my crotch, still not having said a word. I stared at it like someone might stare at a spider while petrified with fear, terrified it would come closer but unable, or unwilling, to move away."It's cool, if you, uh... Don't wanna," he said, breaking the silence with an almost-whisper. He was looking at me now, with a searching expression.A million thoughts went through my head in just a few seconds, most of which were some variation on "I'm not gay!". But not all of them. Some of them were saying, so what if you're not? Maybe it was just my frustration and confusion over what I knew was going on back at the house. Maybe it was just curiosity. Maybe it was just the beer. But at that moment the paw felt nice, and so - surprisingly - was the thought of what my friend was proposing.I didn't say anything. He took it how it was meant, I guess, because a moment later his paw stole to my crotch, giving my erection a squeeze that was met with an involuntary twitch in my dick. His paw felt good - like a girl's, almost. I heard his beer can, empty, clatter outside the car as he dropped it and looked down to see both his paws on my crotch, fumbling with my zipper that was tented with the stiffness of my cock inside.If I closed my eyes, or even just squinted a little, in the dark I could even imagine Brandon was a girl. He was struggling to get my underwear down and he gave me a sheepish look, almost apologetic, before leaning over about the same time he managed to free my cock from my fly. And a moment later, with a quiet 'mmff' coming from him, I felt Brandon's soft, warm mouth close around my cock, engulfing it to the hilt in one motion.It felt good. Really good. Wet smacks and sucking sounds filled the car as my best friend began to bob his head up and down, slowly, in my lap. I didn't know if I should put my paw on his head or what so I just leaned back and closed my eyes again, trying not to think too

much about what was happening - here, or at home. But the funny thing was, I didn't have to imagine he was a girl. I started to, at first imagining Renee, then Megan, then one of the hot teachers, Miss Wilson, from school. But it was thoughts of what was going on right here, right now that had my erection straining the hardest. I moaned in spite of myself, unconsciously putting a paw on his head now and pushing down a little, gasping when his cool, moist nose touched to my wiry crotch fur.Only a few minutes of this and I was already breathing quickly, the intense sensation of a muzzle on my dick cutting through the haze of the alcohol, through the uncertainty and doubt. Enough of the latter lingered long enough that I was still debating whether or not this was a good idea when my hips hunched upwards violently and I let loose in Brandon's mouth, clutching at the back of his head with both paws and reflexively shoving him down as hard as I could onto my cock. I unloaded right down his throat, some of it anyway, but he didn't gag, nor did he spit it back out again. I could hear, as I came down, the sounds of him swallowing. Swallowing my cum.I finished and sagged back into the chair, gasping hard for breath. The intensity of the orgasm was both stronger due to and muted by the beer, leaving me dizzy while still in the warm afterglow. It had been Brandon sucking me off, sure, but it felt so damned good. So... Mine. At some point he lifted his head out of my lap, silently licking his lips I could hear."You like that?," he asked quietly.I nodded, wordlessly."Cool."Once again silence fell in the car. My cock was soft, hanging half out of my fly and still wet with spit and dribbles of cum. A little while later, I'm not sure how long, I heard a rustling sound, prompting me to lift my head and look over at Brandon.He'd pushed his gym shorts down beneath his balls, letting his own half-hard dick flop onto his flat belly. His shirt was tugged up too, exposing the washboard abs leading down to taut hips - narrow, from the look of them. I'd seen him naked in the shower, sure, but not naked, and I found myself staring again.At him. At his dick.He was big; not as big as dad, maybe, but larger than me. Thicker and longer both, even just half-hard it laid like a fat sausage over his thigh until he picked it up."You wanna?" His words were still a little slurred."Huh? Wha?" Mine were too, apparently."You wanna suck it?"No! leapt from my brain to my throat and died there. My muzzle didn't even open to form the word. "C'mon man, I did you," he said quietly, almost

encouragingly. "You don't gotta swallow or nothin'."Once again I weighed my options as best as my fuzzy mind would allow. Getting my cock sucked by another guy was one thing, but even if it was my best friend... Sucking him? I stared down at his crotch while he talked.His crotch was closer now. Somewhere, dimly, I heard the clatter of a beercan outside the car - mine, not even empty yet, thunking with the liquid still inside it onto the ground. I could smell him, strong, musky, sweaty from practice - nothing at all like a girl. I liked it, I thought to myself, but not like that. I wasn't the kind of guy that sucked cock.I was still thinking that when my muzzle opened and let his erection slip inside, not even with any suction at first. Just one moment I was fighting with myself, with my urges, and the next I had my first taste of another dude's dick in my mouth as it pushed my tongue to the floor of my muzzle and forced my jaw open wider. I was going down on another guy.Once it was in there, there was no turning back. Something clicked in my brain, and before I knew it I'd sealed my lips tight and began to suck. He tasted salty and sweaty, a little unpleasant and a lot like a guy, I guess. It felt funny in my mouth, like all spongey around the head and with loose flesh around a solid core, nothing at all like I'd expected - if I'd expected anything at all. I could feel all the contours of it, the fat head, the veins making little ridges that ran all down the shaft, the bulge underneath that ran the whole length of it. He grunted and I felt something warm and slippery on my tongue - precum, I knew that much - and swallowed it without thinking, nearly gagging when I did.His paw was on my head, I only knew that because he suddenly jerked it away when I made a kind of drunken, incoherent protest sound. I think he thought he was pushing me down, because he mumbled an apology, but he didn't take his cock out of my mouth. Nor did I lift up from his lap, pausing only a moment and tasting the sweetness of his pre before I started to bob my head slowly, just like he had. Just like a girl did.It was a terrible blowjob, I'm sure of that. I'd never given one before, I'd never even thought of giving one before. I don't know if I was hard or not, but he sure was, like steel in my muzzle and bumping against my soft palate on every downstroke. I didn't know if I should use my hands or my tongue or what, so I just kept up my awkward and amateurish rhythm, trying to emulate as best I could what I'd felt done to me. And I guess it worked, because it wasn't long before he was breathing hard just like I had, grabbing at the door handle and steering wheel and hunching frantically up into my mouth while I sputtered, trying to keep my lips locked on his cock.And a moment

later he gasped, the only warning I got before warm, slimy fluid gushed into my mouth in a thick spurt. Following that first one came another, then another, jet after jet of it spattering against the insides of my mouth while I struggled to keep up suction without swallowing. It dripped back out, oozing past my lips in long drools thinned with my spit. After awhile I stopped moving, knowing even drunk how sensitive I got while in mid-climax, but he just kept humping in short little rabbit-fucks throughout his climax. The wet slurping sounds of his cock pistoning into my mouth got louder the fuller it got, until finally with a sigh much like mine he fell back into his seat, breathing hard.I had my first mouthful of sperm, warm and disgusting, his cock swimming in it. A wave of nausea rushed over me and I sat back up quickly enough to drool a little spunk on his leg but I don't think he noticed, his head back and his eyes closed while he panted slowly and rode out the afterglow I had just a few minutes ago. While he was distracted I stuck my head out the window and opened my mouth, staring down as a long, messy rope of his semen spilled out of it and pattered onto the ground. Pursing my lips, I spit the rest out as quietly as I could.I could still taste it. Past the beer and salty tang of his dick was the much more overpowering flavor of sperm, earthy and... Male. I could still feel my stomach churning, twisted with the knowledge of what I'd just done and what the flavor in my mouth was, but it didn't feel like I was going to throw up - not any more, anyway. Steeling myself, I swallowed, clearing a little bit of the taste. Not much, but a little. When I pulled my head back in from the car I found him looking at me with a kind of lopsided grin, softened around the edges with tipsiness."Thanks, man," he said, louder than he'd said it before. "That felt real good."I didn't know what to say to that. A few minutes later,we both put our cocks away - both soft - and he drove me home in silence. I didn't know what to say or what I wanted him to say, so I just sat and thought. We got to my house, and he turned off the car. The house was dark."I'll see you tomorrow after school?"I nodded, biting my lip."Cool. And don't worry, I won't tell nobody about back there. Just between us." He didn't sound anxious anymore.I felt like I should say thanks, but I couldn't make the words come. So I just nodded without looking at him and got out of the car to head into the house, listening to him start the engine and drive off after a minute.My father must have already been in bed; the light in his study was off. I imagined I could still smell him, the stench of sex, although it was probably my imagination.--The next day at school I saw Renee after second period break, and it was like nothing had happened last night. She was her usual bubbly and excitable self, throwing her arms around me and giving me a wet, sloppy kiss hello in the hallway that turned more than a few heads. I think she noticed a little hesitation on my part though, since I was still thinking about both what I'd seen and done last night, and she gave me a strange look and asked me if I was all right.I told her I was fine, just a little tired because I'd been out late last night. Which was true enough, I just didn't tell her what I'd been doing.The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Much to my surprise, when I saw Brandon at football practice he didn't mention a thing about the night before, slapping me on the back like he usually did on our way out to the field. I don't know what I expected him to do though, and he was just regular Brandon again, nothing like the drunk and horny wolf I'd... Seen last night. Changing in the locker room afterwards and bullshitting with the other guys I relaxed a little, letting the memories of the night before fade away with the self-assurance that it had been a fluke of some kind, a combination of confusion and alcohol that led to where it did. I'd heard of guys experimenting like that before and while I wasn't sure I'd call it that, at least it didn't seem to have hurt our friendship.The Friday after the evening by the lake, Renee was out of town with her family at a wedding and I found myself without any plans. One of the guys on the team was throwing a party while his parents were away, too, and even though I didn't know him too well the whole team was invited which I was assured included me. I didn't usually get invited to a lot of parties but that wasn't too surprising: when your last name's Lorkin most people assume you're not just going to come over and hang out with them - sometimes I wondered if my dad had that problem, too. I wasn't unhappy about it really since it left me lots of time for dating, but it was nice to get an invite for a change. I called my father's secretary to tell him that I'd be home late tonight, and got a ride over to my teammate's house after practice. The party was a little bigger than I had expected, there were probably fifty or so kids from school there from the look of it. The house it was held at wasn't as big as mine but big enough for the guests and then some, complete with an outdoor pool area with lots of beer and music. Brandon was there, fist-bumping me when I came in and later hanging out with a bunch of us from the team out by the pool. We were the rich kids, the cool kids, the ones all the pretty girls were hanging around trying to act like they cared about what we were talking about, shrieking when we'd roughhouse with them some and draping

themselves over a few of the bigger varsity guys once they'd had enough to drink. Even Brandon, who I usually didn't see with a chick on his arm, was making out with this other wolf, a bitch who was in his lap and her arms draped over his shoulders. Every once in awhile I'd think I'd see him looking at me, but by the time I tried to meet his gaze he was busy with the bitch again.I was on my third beer of the night, sitting down since it was a little tough standing up, listening to one of the linebackers shout in my ear about some band I'd never heard of when I felt a paw grab my upper arm and yank me to my feet, making me spill my beer. I started to protest until I looked up into Brandon's broadly-grinning face, telling the other guy that he had something he had to show me, winking at the him when he said it. We'd both seen him with the wolf bitch, and I think both assumed that's what he meant, because linebacker-guy guffawed and gave me a shove, saying something about getting my skinny ass laid. I wasn't skinny, but I didn't argue, stumbling after Brandon and trying to finish off what was left in my plastic cup before I dumped it.Back inside the house we went, weaving through other party-goers and tripping up the stairs past them. I wasn't sure where Brandon was taking me but I was glad to be away from shouter-guy, the other faces a blur until we made out way down a more deserted hallway and into one of the bedrooms. It was dark; from what I could see it was probably the host's parents' bedroom with a big, empty four-poster bed in the middle of the room. Brandon didn't turn the light on, and I squinted into the dimness and looked around in confusion."Hey, where's-"That's as far as I got before Brandon's muzzle covered mine in an open-mouthed kiss, tongue shoving clumsily inside before I'd had a chance to react. I was so shocked I didn't even think to jerk away. I just stood there, unresponsive, while he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back until my body thumped against the closed door, pinning me between him and it. Even after a few seconds of this I wasn't even sure what was going on; I'd expected if anything to find the wolf girl in here waiting for both of us, but instead here was my friend trying to make out with me. Making out with me. His blocky muzzle crushed against mine, lips mashing against my teeth and tongue bringing with it the fetid flavor of beer from his mouth.I guess he noticed I wasn't reciprocating, because a moment later he stopped, pulling his muzzle back while a thin strand of saliva drooped between our lips. I could still taste him, beer and... Him, the flavor of him. I stared at him wide-eyed."Dude, what's wrong?" he whispered, urgently."I... I don't, uh..." My mouth wasn't forming words right, that third beer having been

enough to push the alcohol meter firmly to 'drunk'. "What are you doing?" I finally stammered."Kissing you," he whispered matter-of-factly, looking at me like he was confused why I was confused. He started to lean again, this time I did pull back a little and closed my muzzle."W-why?" It was all I could think to ask."Because I want to." Now he was grinning a little, and he leaned in closer to me, nearly brushing my lips again with his own. "Don't you want to?"I was quiet a moment, blinking. My mind was still laboring to catch up with reality. "I... I'm not sure.""Not sure about what?" His muzzle was closer now, his breath hot on my face."About... This. About doing this.""C'mon, man, at the lake the other night, you were pretty sure." His voice had dropped to a husky rumble, insistent.No I wasn't, I wanted to say to him. Not then, and not now. But I didn't say anything, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment in a slow blink and trying to clear my head."Nate... Dude, I really like you," he murmured in the urgent tone he'd used the other night. "I mean, I know you're with Renee and all, but she ain't here, and you said she's fuckin' around on you..." His paw stole down to my crotch to find a gradually swelling erection I hadn't even realized was there, closing his paw around it and giving me a rough squeeze. I felt my dick surge, hardening further.He was right. Renee was cheating on me - with my own father, although Brandon didn't know that - and what had happened at the lake the other night hadn't been entirely unpleasant. Definitely not the part where he sucked me, and maybe not the other part, either. I didn't know if it was the beer this time too that was responsible for the hardening in my shorts or my inability to voice a coherent protest, but it definitely wasn't because of thinking about Renee. Or Megan. Or any girl."I told you I wouldn't tell anyone," he said softly, leaning in closer. His muzzle was touching mine now, his eyes looking straight into mine and glittering in the darkness. He'd begun to stroke me through my pants, rubbing and massaging what was now a full-blown erection straining my underwear.Through the fuzziness of the alcohol, a whisper-soft internal voice said, maybe this was wrong, sure, maybe I wasn't even gay. But if I wanted to have something, some... One, of my own, there was no way it was going to be a girl. Every one I brought home, no matter who, fell prey to my father's seductions. I couldn't compete with him, and they couldn't help themselves. And Brandon's paw really did feel so good, and he wanted me, just me, and his muzzle was right there...And I was

kissing him. A paw on his chest, resting there rather than pushing away and our lips met again, tongue snaking into my mouth and this time finding willing acceptance. I sagged against the door, knees going weak while he probed my muzzle with his tongue and kissed me eagerly. I found myself suddenly overwhelmed with drunken arousal, humping against his paw and wrapping my arms around him - he was so much larger than a girl, wrapping them around his broad shoulders and using it to support myself a little. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding my chest so hard I was sure he had to feel it, the combination of alcohol and lust mixing until I wasn't even sure what I was doing anymore.Somehow we made it over to the bed, with him falling down on top of me and supporting himself with his arms. I'd been kissed by a lot of girls by now but none of them, even horny Megan, was like this. There was no doubt it was a guy's muzzle on mine, from the taste to the scent to the sheer intensity of it. His tongue speared into my mouth and stayed there, leaving me to suck on it in and his muzzle was on mine hard enough to push my head firmly back into the bed. Somewhere in there he'd undone my shorts and, as became obvious soon enough, his own as I felt hot, damp and thick hardness against my thigh. I had my paw around his cock but he wasn't holding onto mine anymore, and I was clumsily stroking and jerking him while we made out. Precum, his and mine, soaked our bellies; at some point we'd taken our shirts off which I was glad for, we were both sticky already from the mess.It was happening so fast, and yet lasted an eternity all at once. I didn't know how long we'd been there but it was long enough that the beer was really kicking in, the sounds of the party outside wafting in through the open window continuing with the other revelers unaware of what we were - what I was - doing upstairs. My shoes had fallen off, my shorts dangling off one ankle and my hardon pulsing achingly hard against my belly. His muzzle worked relentlessly over mine, alternating between deep, open-mouthed kisses and affectionate nibbles at my lips, his large canine fangs brushing against my chin when he did. His paw caressed down my leg, gently holding beneath one knee and pushing it back a little until I could no longer keep my grip on his erection without twisting and I let my paw fall away, holding onto his arm instead. He seemed to know what he was doing, gently petting and massaging the back of my thigh and urging my knee towards my chest...Until I felt his cock, stiff and wet, nudge beneath my balls.That brought me back down to earth in a hurry. All at once the sounds and sensations that had been muffled and far away-sounding were suddenly loud in my ears, the wet smacks of our kissing, the eager growling in his throat. Drunken laughter and shouting from outside. If he

noticed my sudden hesitation he didn't let on, it was only when I twisted my head to the side that he broke his kiss and looked down at me with a small, watery smile."C'mon," he whispered quietly, nuzzling at the side of my cheek, rolling his hips to rub his cock over my taint teasingly.I shook my head, closing my eyes tightly for a moment and setting my jaw. I was still so hard..."C'mon, Nate, it'll feel real good, I promise..." He was still holding his cock against me where I could feel precum oozing, damping the already sweat-slick fur."I don't..." I could feel my resolve, what little of it had reared up suddenly, already starting to fade. "I've never...""Shhhh," he whispered huskily, sliding his paw on my thigh down, over my rump, and teasing a finger beneath my tail. I could feel his claw hard and blunt against my asshole, gently probing. "Relax, just relax, it's cool. We don't have to if you don't wanna..." But he didn't move his finger from where it was. And more importantly, I didn't squirm away. He didn't kiss me again, just nuzzled at my cheek. The paw at my rear slid back to my thigh, this time encouraging me to roll over with gentle pushes and encouraging rubbing. I was already partly on my side from the position he'd put me in, and with a feline's natural flexibility my hips rolled to the side with my back still mostly flat on the bed. Gone was the mental reasoning I'd been having with myself; I wasn't even asking myself if this was what I wanted or not. It was happening, and I didn't feel like I could stop it. Or wanted to."God, Nate," he whispered into my ear, from behind now - I must have rolled all the way over. "You're so hot, just lift up your tail a little bit, yeah..." The warm, wet and stiff presence of his cock returned, this time easing into the cleft of my exposed ass and kissing my rear entrance. I could feel a hot squirt of precum over it, watery and thin, trickling down to tickle the back of my balls.Everything began happening in slow motion. My knee was still up, spreading the cheeks of my ass for him as he slid on top of me all the way. I could feel the tapered tip of his dick sliding up and down along my cleft, smearing the seemingly constant dribble of precum from his cock over the sensitive skin of my asshole. My hardon throbbed where it was crushed to the bedspread beneath my own narrow hips and drooled a mess of its own I could feel squelching beneath me. And with a soft little grunt from both of us, he slipped inside me.The first thing I thought was: it hurts. From the first moment he pushed into me it hurt, even going as slow as he was and as drunk as I was. The first inch was the worst as a burning, aching sensation like I had to go to the bathroom filled my

rump, all that precum doing little to ease the difficulty of my taking my first cock back there. I whimpered, not wanting to tell him to stop but hoping he'd take the hint to slow down, to take it out, anything."That's it, yeah... Fuck, you feel so good, Nate," he growled, the rumble in his chest vibrating against my back and the words hot and sultry in my ear. "Just a little more, come on..."Another inch, and another. I think I wanted him to stop, but I didn't ask him to. I could feel the thickening in the middle of his canid dick prying me open in short, careful humps, each withdrawal only sliding back a tiny bit before slipping inside deeper. The pain, and my lingering reluctance, was fading somewhat under the soothing words and reassuring weight of his body on top of mine; he was laying out on me now, no longer supporting himself on his arms. I could see one in front of my face, his paw holding a fistful of bedspread tightly and bunching it up between his fingers. He began to hunch his hips, no longer just pushing himself inside. The transition from initial penetration to fucking me was so gradual that I couldn't tell when it happened, I only knew that that's what he was doing by now. The entire experience was surreal, all the evidence of sex like I'd had dozens of times before by now - the wet sound of a slick cock sliding into a tight hole, the quiet grunts and growls, the musky, masculine scent of a horny male... Males. But this time it wasn't me doing the fucking; it was me whimpering softly, squirming beneath the guy and the too-real feeling of his throbbing cock plunging under my tail, violating me. Claiming me.Just as I couldn't tell when he began to really rut me, I don't know when the pain was joined by a building pleasure unlike anything I'd felt before. It wasn't better, just different, the pressure of him deep inside me pushing on something that had my own cock twitching and jerking beneath me. I was still unsure, still trying to convince myself to tell him to stop, but the fact that I was enjoying it was inescapable. The bed creaked beneath us rhythmically, louder when he reared up, took my hips and began slamming into my ass in firm, bone-jarring thrusts that had me crying out into the bedspread in a muffled voice unrecognizable as my own. He was growling now; loud, and aggressive. His blunt claws dug into the front of my hips, scratching at me beneath my pelt and providing more than enough friction for him to jerk my upturned rear back to crash into his hips. He'd pulled me up until my backside was in the air and my chest on the bed, pinning me to it while he pounded into me and using the extra leverage to his advantage. And suddenly that growling became grunting, his thrusts sped up, becoming erratic. His cock swelled inside of me, getting harder, stabbing painfully at parts of me that

had never felt anything like this before. I knew he was going to cum, not thinking of it consciously I knew it, the staccato pummeling of his cock reaching an almost brutal crescendo like none I'd managed before in my own exploits with girls.He came. Snarling, grunting and hammering away at me savagely he slammed into me a few more times, hard enough to pound me back down flat onto my belly before stopping deep inside me with his balls crammed up into my cleft. I could feel it, the pulsing and throbbing of his cock, the way it jumped like it was trying to yank free from my ass; a few moments later I felt warm pressure building up in my bowels. Sperm gushing inside me, filling me, leaking out when he gave a few more little rabbit-fucks like he had when I was blowing him. I had another male's semen in me, drowning my ass in it, with more sluicing inside to join the mess already filling me. It didn't hurt anymore, even with how rock-hard he was.I came. I didn't even know I was close, but the warm pressure of his cock and load in me must have had more of a physical impact on me than I'd realized. One moment I was enduring the onslaught of a breeding at the paws of my best friend, and the next I was making more muffled cries into the bedspread, hunching my hips as best I could impaled on his dick and unloading my own balls into a sloppy mess between my hips and the bed while panted the last of his climax over me. He must have known I did, too, giving a few rough thrusts that felt as if they were squeezing out the cum from my cock. I suppose it was his way of helping.And then it was done. With the afterglow of my orgasm came the uncomfortable soreness of my no-longer-virgin asshole still spread around his dick and the dawning awareness of what we'd done. I was still tingling too hard to feel shame, but something like it welled up from my stomach, bringing with it a wave of nausea similar to what I'd felt when I first tasted his cum, but it didn't last, dampened by alcohol and lingering pleasure. He stayed inside me a few minutes longer, panting without speaking behind my ear. He'd drooled on me, I could feel it wet and cooling on the back of my neck but I didn't want to wipe it off yet. When I rolled my hips a little and let out a little whimper he took the hint this time, or maybe he was just finished, because he carefully, slowly withdrew himself from me. I could feel it, withdrawing from my sloppy depths and bringing with it a small flood of semen over the back of my balls, adding to the pitifully small puddle I'd already made. He came a lot, at least it felt like it, although I dared not reach back to check. And with a soft, wet pop, he pulled free and flopped over onto his back.I was left panting where I laid, not even looking at him at first, my head turned away from him. I could hear him breathing hard

behind me, too, and when I did lift my head and turn it I could see him with his eyes closed, a kind of blissful smile on his muzzle. That he'd enjoyed himself was obvious. Me, I wasn't so sure, but the damp mess on the bed was maybe answer enough.I guess he felt me moving my head, because a moment later he opened his eyes and just let his head kind of hang to the side, his smile widening."Dude, Nate... That was awesome," he whispered.I didn't say anything, just squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. When I opened them again he had rolled onto his side towards me, bracing one forearm behind his head, elbow towards me."That was your first time, yeah?"I nodded, cheek rustling against the bedspread."You were great, really great dude." He said it simply, and with such a warm smile, my first reaction was one of... Pride. Awkward, confused pride."Thanks," I murmured, sliding one knee down a little. I immediately winced, the sting in my backside making itself abruptly and exquisitely known.He kind of chuckled, and with a grunt sat up while I rolled onto my side. I could feel the sticky mess left on the bedspread peeling away from me, sticking to my crotch and belly before falling away. He grabbed a corner of the bedspread - a clean part - and used it to mop up his crotch, significantly less messy than mine. He wasn't totally soft yet, pudgy dick laying flopped between his thighs while he hunted around on the floor, finally coming up with his underwear.It was clear we were done, or at least, he was. I wasn't sure what else to say and so sat up myself, much more gingerly, and did the same thing he had to clean up but with much less success - my belly I cleaned up ok, and my soft cock too, but my ass was leaking no matter how much I tried to hold it in. I could feel it, oozing onto the bed and keeping my backside wet even when I tried to mop it up. I wanted to tell him I had to clean up, I needed a bathroom or something, but he was already pulling on his shorts.I followed his lead. We were in someone else's house, in someone else's bed, and the party was still going on outside, so I didn't have much choice anyway. In the dark I managed to fumble around until I found my own underwear and shorts, getting to my feet and swaying while I pulled them up and buttoned them. Everything felt so weird, so different than it had when we first came in to the bedroom, but I couldn't just stay here and try to sort it out. Sperm dampened my underwear, warm and slippery.I was looking down to button my button, and when I looked up Brandon was in front of me with that same smile he'd had before. When he leaned in to kiss me I didn't hesitate, returning it maybe a little too

enthusiastically; he'd intended just a peck and it left me open-mouthed and feeling a little silly when he pulled back, taking my shoulder in one paw and giving it a squeeze."C'mon, we gotta go."I nodded."You were great," he said again, this time with a nuzzle against my cheek.And with that, we left. We didn't bother to go one at a time, anyone who saw us probably just assumed we'd left some bitch behind in there wet and used; we even got a few knowing winks from the guys down the hall. I didn't explain otherwise.My ride was too drunk for me to leave yet and it was early anyway. I waited in line for the bathroom, trying not to squirm, and when I finally got it I spent probably ten full minutes on the toilet, trying not to whimper as nowhere near all of what Brandon had filled me with was released; even then there was a slow, constant dribble I couldn't get rid of for the rest of the night. A night I spent trying to act normal, back with the guys out by the pool all the while with the soreness and dampness of my ass making sure I didn't forget what had happened. A few more beers dulled the ache and I guess I managed ok, talking and trying not to fall asleep or pass out (I wasn't sure which)  until I felt someone tugging at my arm, saying something in my ear about it being time to go.Brandon led me out to his car; it wasn't until I fell into the passenger seat that I remembered he wasn't my ride home. I might have mumbled something about that too, but he just laughed a little and turned on the music for the drive, all of which was spent in silence, me with the window down and staring at the streetlights whizzing by. I wasn't ashamed although I thought maybe I should have been, mostly I was just confused about what had happened, why I'd let it happen, what Brandon thought of it... I glanced at him, he was humming along with the music, shooting me a winning smile I returned as best I could. He seemed ok with it, which helped me be ok with it, too, I guess.When we got to my house he pulled into the driveway and shut off the car; I could see the light on in my father's study. I was, in fact, still looking at it when I felt his paw touch my chin, gently turning it towards him to meet his muzzle in a much more gentle, affectionate kiss than he'd delivered to me in the bedroom at the party; without really intending to I put my arm around his broad neck and hugged into the embrace. It lingered for nearly a minute, broken only when he drew back with the same small smile he'd given me the other night. I wanted to ask him what he was thinking, but before I could speak, he was talking."I'll call you, alright?" He squeezed my thigh, and let go.I nodded and got out of the car, trying not to fall when I did. I

could feel a wet spot in my shorts I had to roll my hips to get un-stuck, that got a little laugh from him before I shut the door. I had to sneak in the house, I'd never come home this drunk before. I could see the light under the door from my father's study but he didn't come out, not when I first came in the house and not when I slipped my shoes off and padded silently upstairs, as silently as I could at least with having to support myself on the banister on the way up. I didn't even shower, just shucked my clothes and fell into bed - on my belly - and off to a drunken and dreamless sleep.The weekend came and went without my hearing from Brandon, which was fine with me. I needed some time to think and with Renee gone I had plenty of it. My father was in and out as usual (in more ways than one, he had a date on Saturday night I could hear him fucking mercilessly out by the pool after they get home from dinner; some girl who looked young enough to by my sister) but we didn't cross paths much. In fact, it wasn't until Monday at practice that I saw him, but that was after Renee welcomed me home after second period like she hadn't seen me in a month, squealing excitedly and running down the hall to practically bowl me over when she threw he arms around me. I was thrilled to see her too in spite of how preoccupied I was from Friday night, it made things feel normal again to feel my muzzle on hers and her ass against my paw when I copped a feel, much to her delight. We spent lunch together holding hands, her leaned up against my side and chattering about the wedding and all her relatives. It was nice.Brandon was totally cool, too. I was terrified he was going to do... Something, I didn't know what, try to kiss me or something, but just like the night at the lake it was as if nothing had happened between us. Not even a knowing glance, just the usual guy stuff we did when we were out on the field. After practice it took a lot of work not to stare at him in the shower - I did sneak a glance or two at that thick sheath swaying between his legs, and it gave me a little thrill to think that I knew intimately what he had in there. My ass still hurt a little from it. But that was all, those stolen glances.I fucked Renee that night back at my house, right out by the pool, and if felt like old times. At least, as old as it had been anyway. Knowing what I did now about her and my father made it feel a little different but she was no less enthusiastic and just as much fun - maybe even more. Her cocksucking was still improving, and I fucked her twice, once in the ass much to her delight, although when we were getting started I admit I kind of tried to do it without a rubber which she wasn't cool with, giggling and asking me if I forgot something before I'd even got inside of her. I didn't argue, just glad to be inside a girl again and prove to myself

that I still enjoyed it as much as I did before 'the' weekend. And the next night Brandon fucked me again, this time in the back of his car by the lake. He'd called me and asked me if I wanted to hang out and I said sure, at first thinking he wanted to come over to my place, but he called me from outside and told me to come on out. We drove back to 'our' spot and drank and made out for awhile, then sucked on each other back and forth for awhile, and next thing I knew I was on my back with his cock spearing me open again. He was just as confident and sweet as he'd been before, telling me how cute I was in between clumsy and hurried kisses, how good I felt, and some other stuff I wasn't sure I was comfortable with - that I had a really hot ass and that he'd been thinking about it all the time since Saturday, that he couldn't wait to fuck me again. I didn't get off this time from him fucking me although I came really close, dribbles of milky-white precum that I guessed was partly cum on my belly when he was finished, but he was nice enough to suck me off after he pulled out and got a towel for me to sit on while he did. I came so hard I saw stars, and he took me home.Thus started what up to that point was the weirdest few months of my life. I was still seeing Renee almost as much as I had before the fateful weekend, but in between I was spending less time going to team events and friends' houses and more time with Brandon, alone, doing everything from making out to more fucking. Well, getting fucked. After a few days of summoning up the courage I once asked him if he wanted me to do him sometime and he just laughed - not mean or anything, just like it was really funny - and said he didn't do that kind of thing. Which was cool, I mean, he swallowed my cum and I still spit since I couldn't bring myself to drink another guy's cum even after weeks of blowing him, and even though I was going down on him a lot more than he was me, he never hesitated to bring me off with his paw if I needed it, usually after he was finished fucking me. I had so many orgasms with Brandon's cum drooling out of my ass, his tongue in my mouth and his paw jerking me off that I lost count. And luckily, although I didn't have anywhere near the stamina my father did, I was always ready for Renee on the nights she wanted it, which frankly was almost every one we were together. I had more sex in those few weeks than I had in the months before combined.I knew my father was still fucking her. I just knew. There were a few missed school days for her, a few evenings when I called her and she sounded funny. I wondered how many of those times my father's dick was in her while I was talking to her, but that was ok, because a few times I had Brandon's in me while I was talking to her - something he found funny, sometimes smearing his cock over my lips while I was trying to talk, teasingly pushing it inside

until I swatted him away and tried not to giggle. It seemed... Fair to me, somehow. I had to share Renee with my father, and he had his own stuff on the side, and I had mine that I didn't have to share with anyone. Brandon was all mine, he told me so more than once. I guess he was gay, I never asked him but I never saw him with a girl either.We, that is, Brandon and I, got more bold as time went on. The nights my father wasn't home he'd usually come over if Renee didn't and we'd mess around by the pool or in bed, always making sure to clean up thoroughly before he came home. By the time he did Brandon and I would be sitting innocently in front of the TV playing video games or watching a movie or sitting in the hot tub with the warm water rinsing away any evidence of our activities. I figured if this was how it was going to be, I was ok with it so long as nobody found out, especially Renee, and as long as she was happy. Which she always was anyway, so that was fine. Brandon was really sweet to me too, and as time went on we got a little more romantic with each other. Not like quiet dinners and walks by the beach or anything, but we'd spend hours just laying with our arms around each other and my head against his chest just enjoying the embrace, or even secretly making out at school where no one could see us, in between classes. We still did guy stuff too; a lot of times when we went to the lake we'd fuck and then after we'd spend a few hours just drinking and bullshitting. But I never told him about Renee. Even after all this time I was too ashamed to admit that I knew my girlfriend was getting fucked by my father, and I didn't even know how I'd bring it up anyway. He didn't talk bring her up much, out of respect for our relationship I assumed, and neither did I since it felt wrong somehow to talk about her with my ass still full of his cum or the taste of it in my mouth.He did start acting kind of funny sometimes, though. One night, he and I were hanging out back at the house, having already finished a couple of beers before we came home. We hadn't fucked although I knew we were going to just from how he was acting; we were watching some girls gone wild thing or something on TV and he had his paw down his shorts, playing with his dick. They were doing these up-skirt videos I guess, all these shorts of girls' crotches from underneath, and all of a sudden out of the blue he says, "Dude, you'd look really good in something like that." Just like that.I looked at him like he was crazy. "Huh?" I wasn't sure what he meant."That." He nodded towards the TV, still busy with himself in his pants. A college girl (supposedly) had her skirt hitched up a little, showing off her panties underneath. "Lookit her ass, man. I bet yours would look great in something like that."I felt warmth rise to my

cheeks, although whether it was anger or embarrassment I wasn't sure. "Quit messing around." It was more of a mumble than I would have liked."Hey, what about your sister?"Now I was really confused. "What about her? She goes to boarding school, I told you.""Yeah, but her stuff's here, right? Some of it?""Yeah, so?""Like her panties and stuff?" He was grinning that grin he got sometimes, and my ears felt warmer still."Yeah... Look, I don't wanna talk about it, let's just... Hey, where're you going?" He'd jerked his paw out of his shorts and stood up, heading for the stairs."Be right back," he said without even looking over his shoulder. I wasn't sure what to do; I didn't really want to follow him so I just sat there, watching TV.He came back a few minutes later, holding something wadded up in his paw. He threw it at me as soon as he was within reach, but I didn't catch whatever it was, just letting the crumpled-up wad of blue cotton land on the couch next to me. "Dude, did you just go through my sister's room?" I didn't want to look at them."Sure, so what? She's not here, like you said. C'mon, put 'em on."I was definitely blushing now, thankful for the fur that hid it except for the inevitable pink in my ears. "I said quit it. I'm not putting on my sister's underwear.""You don't have to wear 'em for long, I just wanna see you in them. Who's gonna know?""I will," I said, only now looking at them. I'd never seen them before, but that's not surprising. It's not like I went through my sister's closet."You will? Awesome!" He was grinning widely now."No, I meant I-" I swallowed and felt my resolve wavering again, and sighed. "Will you shut up about it if I do?"He nodded enthusiastically.I made a face, scooping up the surprisingly light underwear and getting to my feet. "I'm not gonna do it in here, I... I'll be right back." I headed for the bathroom.In there I stripped, tossing my clothes into a pile. I took off everything before I looked at the panties again, my breath quickening. This was just Brandon fucking around, I knew it, but I also knew it's not like he'd send around camera phone pictures of me in them or something. I'd call his bluff, I decided, pulling on the stretchy cotton quick enough that I almost fell over against the sink. They fit surprisingly well, stretching around my hips and... Hardon. Not all the way hard, just a little. I opened the door and took a quick glance around - nobody in the hallway. The heat in my face and ears felt scorching as I tried to look as

confident as I could going back into the living room.Brandon was sitting on the couch; he had his dick out and was playing with it. He was hard - all the way - although he probably had been the whole night, he was always horny. He still had that huge grin on his face, and it just widened when he saw me."Dude, those look awesome!" I couldn't detect any hint of mockery in his voice, just excitement. It didn't help my embarrassment. "Turn around, lemme see 'em."I had thought he'd laugh, or at least be surprised. I turned around once, kind of slowly, tail lashing behind me. I was getting harder, even though I was trying not to. I didn't know what to think."C'mere." I tried not to look, or feel, too girly when I did. He patted the seat next to him, and I sat down, still nervous.Before I'd had a chance to do anything else he put his arm around me and leaned me towards him, bringing my muzzle to his. He was really gentle, too, touching me all over while he kissed me before taking my paw and guiding it to his hardon, where I began to stroke him. After awhile he pulled back and sort of pushed my head into his lap, and I sucked him off. He had his paw on my backside the whole time, too, fingers shoved underneath the panties and playing around the base of my tail, sticking them inside when he came.When we were done, and I'd spit out his load, he started kissing me again. I was hoping he was going to want to go down on me, too, but instead he just took ahold of my erection through the panties and started stroking me. Not too fast, but I didn't need much (I never did) before I was gasping and cumming into his paw... Well, into the panties, but they got soaked pretty quick. When we were done, he wiped his paw off on his leg and said I should probably get changed before my dad got home. I wasn't so embarrassed anymore - he wasn't making fun of me,  and I guess he was right, they did fit me pretty good. Back in the bathroom, I used them to mop up the rest of my crotch and, lacking anything better to do with them, stuffed them in my pocket.The rest of that night was pretty normal, just us hanging out and stuff. He didn't mention it again the rest of the night, but after that... Sometimes, when we were getting together not like right after school so I'd be at home first, he'd ask me to wear something like that. I guess I didn't mind, it's not like it hurt to wear them or anything, and he obviously really liked how I looked in them. The first time after that night he fucked me while I was still wearing them, just pulling them down in the back and slid in and fucked me harder than he ever had before. And after awhile I just wore them when we went out, usually anyway. When I did he'd feel up my ass while we made out. It was cool. Kind of

weird, but cool.One evening - THE evening - I came home not too late after practice, but after Brandon and I had snuck off to the lake together. He'd fucked me and I was doing my usual routine of trying to be as quiet as I could coming into the house; quieter this time since I knew my father was probably still awake and I needed to make it up to my room to shower off the gunk that was dripping down my taint and into the panties I was wearing. But this time I'd not even made it to the stairs when I heard his voice intone from the study."Nathaniel. In here, please."--I froze. I hadn't been summoned into my father's study since before I was a teenager, and memories of it were not pleasant. It was usually after I'd done something wrong, and although he never raised his voice or paw to me I'd learned to dread the talking-to's I'd receive after things like getting an A- in a class, or disobeying my mother when she was around. He knew how to discipline without physicality or threats, usually only a withering stare enough to have me shrinking into my seat.I desperately wanted to clean up, but I knew better than to argue. Head ducked, I slunk into the study.My father was sitting at his desk, a cigar between thumb and fingers and paw resting on the arm of his overstuffed office chair. The lights were low, as usual, and he had some kind of classical music playing or something as he almost always did when he worked. He had his spectacles on, his expression unreadable behind the glare of the desk light on them. Without being bade I took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk and chewed the inside of my cheek nervously.He didn't speak for long minutes. Just looked at me. I couldn't even call it a stare; it was as if I was a movie he was watching, impassively witnessing me sitting there while I fidgeted in my seat. I could feel my backside getting wet and tried to squeeze it together, silently wishing Brandon had just wanted a blowjob tonight instead."You have your mother's eyes." When he spoke I jumped, jerking my head up from where I was staring at the floor."...Sir?""You and your sister," he said, before taking a languid draw on the cigar and exhaling it just as slowly. "From when you were born, it was perhaps the first thing those who saw you both remarked upon. That, and how fortunate you both were to have been born Lorkins."I didn't respond. I didn't know why he was saying these things."Do you consider yourself fortunate, Nathaniel?"I nodded, unsure of whether I was to speak or not.He nodded as well, almost imperceptibly. "As well you should. Most children

aren't lucky enough to be born into wealth, or influence. They must earn it for themselves. There is, in fact, a school of thought that men who are born into hardship and strife grow up best understanding how difficult life can be, and with a perspective the privileged aren't offered." He paused. "I do not subscribe to this. I believe character is built through self-discipline and education, and that such things are best achieved when one has the means to do so." His gaze was harder now, closer to one I was more familiar with when sitting in this chair. "Would you agree?""I... I don't know, Sir," I mumbled. I still didn't know what he was getting at."Of course you don't," he said, getting to his feet unhurriedly - but then, my father never did anything rushed. He was so much taller than me, even standing, he towered over me when I was seated, coming around the desk and standing in front of the mantle next to me. "You're still young, and all that I ask of you at your age is that you show the potential and responsibility that I expect of a young man bearing the Lorkin name. My name.""Father, I-" I started to interrupt."Be quiet," he said, and I was, instantly, as he took another speculative draw on the cigar and exhaling before continuing. "As I was saying, I expect comparatively little of you, as you make the transition from youth to adulthood. And I have watched, with growing dismay, as you've proven unable to fulfill even these modest expectations."I shifted in my seat, looking at the floor again. My ears had flattened back. He knew; something at least he knew."Even now, you behave as a scolded puppy, your tail tucked and your eyes on your feet. Pathetic." He spoke the last word almost savagely.At this I jerked my head up in surprise. I'd never heard my father sound like this before; not addressing me, not ever. I stared at him wide-eyed."I have given you every chance to prove yourself worthy of the name you were born into. I have allowed you the latitude to forge your own path through adolescence, providing the firm and guiding hand only when it was required. I trusted you to treat that latitude with the respect it deserved, to use it to better yourself and to allow you the opportunity to explore your own character, as my father did for me."I felt my mouth going dry and my chest tighten. My father had never spoken to me like this, it was I think the most I'd ever heard him say to me, period."And you have repaid this generosity... How. With pitiful attempts at courtship with young women all too willing to indulge your childish efforts. With meek, hesitant suggestions of intimacy that were granted, rather than claimed."His gaze hardened

further."With furtive prowling amongst the bushes outside your own home, watching your supposed girlfriends seek out the satisfaction you were unwilling, or unable to provide. And finally, as the ultimate indignity, by whoring yourself out to other males when you were too weak to take advantage of your own good fortune. Skulking to your room in the dead of night, hoping to wash off the evidence of your trysts."My eyes must have widened further, because a slight sneer crossed his muzzle."You would think me ignorant? Even were you not stinking of the semen of another boy, I'm well familiar with the evidence of one freshly bred; your entire mien practically announces it to anyone who cares to notice. I would ask, Nathaniel, what it is you have to say for yourself. But right now I have very little interest in what will be inevitably excuses, lies, or both." His voice had taken on a progressively harder tone, his expression darkening to the one I was both familiar with and terrified of. I felt as if the chair I was sitting in would swallow me whole, and wished it would.He didn't speak for long minutes, back to regarding me silently. Backlit by the flickering light of the fire in the fireplace his expression was even less decipherable than before, his body almost only a silhouette against an oranges and red corona. It never occurred to me to interrupt the stillness.He took another laconic draw on the cigar, exhaling in a low breath close to a rumble, a sound I'd never heard him make before. I had long been afraid of my father's anger and thought I'd seen it before, but nothing compared to what I was enduring now."I suppose," he murmured, his voice getting slightly louder after. "It is the nature of male adolescence to defy one's father. Were the circumstances different, Nathaniel, I might even be proud of you it. Were the circumstances different." A pause. "And that this time in your life is a crossroads for you - and for myself - is also not unique. The difference for you, Nathaniel, is that you've forced me to make the decisions for both of us, since you're clearly unable to make them for yourself."As he finished he crossed the room back to his desk, taking from it the remote for the television he had in his office. When it was on at all - it wasn't now, until he turned it on - it was usually tuned to a financial news station, the sound turned low. The wide LCD screen flickered to life, bathing the room in blues that contrasted with the red of the fireplace, and showed more of my father's imposing figure as he moved next to me.He punched another button, and the screen flickered into something else - a home movie, from the look of it. The camera was pointed at a ceiling, featureless white broken by a fixture I recognized when the

lens jittered around. It was my father's bedroom, made more obvious when the edge of the headboard came into view momentarily. I could hear breathing, fast and shallow as the camera panned down, a sudden shift in light levels making the picture go overexposed and out of focus before snapping back to visibility. It focused on my father, nude and obscenely erect, approaching whomever it was holding the camera. They were laying on their back, evidenced by the drawn-up knees that framed the picture now, the lighting too dim for me to make them out."Is this what you want, little girl?" My father's familiar voice was quieter than the panting camera wielder, whose muzzle was closer to the microphone. They didn't answer verbally, but they must have nodded, because an arrogant smirk creased my father's lips. "Mmm, good girl, very good."Why was he showing me this? He knew that I'd watched him before, even admonished me for it. So what was his reason for making me watch it again? To prove it? To humiliate me? I glanced sidelong at him, but he wasn't watching me, his attention on the activities on the TV. I turned back to watch it with him."Take off your panties for me, sweetheart. Don't stop filming." He was stroking himself slowly; well, not so much stroking as he was just caressing the beautiful, monstrous spire of his cock, displaying it for whatever eager thing was watching him. I could hear the breathing quicken further, and the view through the camera shaking once again as it panned down.There I could see... Surprisingly broad hips, clad in a pair of what looked to be too-tight pink girl's underwear, stretched over-A very male crotch.I didn't recognize it at first. Maybe it was the light, maybe it was because I was too stunned by what I was seeing. It's surprising I didn't recognize the body as masculine from the beginning, his thighs too muscular, knees too big. It was the hardening cock straining the cotton meant to conceal only a girl's anatomy that made it unmistakably a boy, but which boy was still a mystery to me. Even the beginning of the conversation found me ignorant of the wearer as a paw came into view and reached down, tugging one-handed and awkwardly at the panties, off one hip, then the other, down to around the broad thighs."Tell me how much you want it, bitch," my father rumbled thickly on the video."P-please f... Please f-fuck me, Sir, please, I want you t-to... I want you to fuck me so bad, I've been a good girl, I have, I..."The voice kept talking, but I couldn't comprehend it anymore. I knew that voice very well, having heard it in so many other inflections over the past few months. Loud, brash laughter, urgent whispers, even shouted cursing on the field. Even while he kept speaking I

saw my father's paw reach out and take the camera, the voice pausing for a moment before continuing. The view swung around, swept past the furniture and decorate in my father's bedroom until it settled, inexorably, on my boyfriend's prone, whimpering form.Brandon was nude; mostly anyway as the panties he'd been wearing still hung from one ankle. His half-hardon was now a full and familiar erection laying the flatness of his belly, pulsing visibly and excitedly in anticipation. His - Brandon's - face looked wrong, and I realized a moment later it was because the fur was matted down, sticky in places. Semen still clung to his chin and ears, spatters of it on the bedspread around his head. His eyes... His expression was one I had never seen before in the years I'd known him; wanton and eager. Submissive.He was still speaking but his voice was distant now, higher-pitched and stuttered between short, eager breaths. He was still begging, that much was apparent, more desperately as my father gently pushed his leg up, curling him up and over himself. My father, in the video, stepped forward, close enough now that both Brandon's midsection and my father's stiff and slickened cock came into view. "Guide me in, sweetheart," came my father's voice through the speakers.A shaking paw came into the frame, fumbling for the thick erection until getting an upside-down hold on it and tugging down, aiming it towards Brandon's exposed asshole. He'd prepared himself it looked like, the tight little ring of flesh glistening faintly; a twitch in my boyfriend's cock punctuated by a brief tightening of it before the fat black expanse of my father's cock eclipsed, then nudged, against it."Ooooh god, Mister Lorkin, please fuck me, please..."My father's camerawork was remarkable, given he was holding both the camcorder and my boyfriend's leg up and out of the way. The view only moved a little as I watched the flesh around Brandon's tailhole dimple inwards, stretch... And with an audible gasp from both participants engulf my father's cock all the way past the swollen glans, cinching down snugly around it with the muscles fluttering visibly.The panting stopped for a moment, turning to a keening whimper before returning faster now, driven by what sounded like mingled lust and discomfort. A roll of the hips I knew only through my own previous non-verbal attempts at conveying ache and a plea for patience went unheeded, as with barely a few heartbeats of acclimation began to sink into the yielding entrance; not pistoning but just squeezing its way in slowly, insistently.My brain had temporarily stopped processing what was happening and the circumstances; emotion and shock had piled on top of one another until I could no longer even react to what I was

witnessing. I knew, on some level, that I was watching my boyfriend - MY boyfriend - being taken in a way he insisted he never would; by my own father, and not just willingly but without reservation, and likely not for the first time given his response. Once I'd recovered far enough to remember that it was like the world suddenly snapped back into focus. I remembered where I was, sitting in my father's study, firelight, music, the scent of cigar smoke; it was almost too much to bear the way it returned to my perception all at once.I tore my eyes away from the television, questions choking my throat. I was going to ask... Something, of my father, but what - if I ever knew - I forgot instantly. Beside me, my father stood where he was before, only while I had been distracted with the video he's taken his erection - at full mast, and in all its stunning glory - from his slacks. His balls too; the entire package hung ponderously less than a meter from, and at the same level as my head, a bead of precum glistening at the slit. I'd seen it so many times now, my father's equipment, but never this close. Never to where I could make out every contour of it, feel the heat against my face, smell the undeniably masculine scent rich in my nose. I blinked, staring dumbly, the video momentarily forgotten."He needed very little encouragement," my father said, and it took me a moment to realize it was he next to me that was speaking, not the video. "A few subtle hints, a shared glance or two, and he wasted no time in making clear his interest. While not quite a natural, it's quite true that enthusiasm can stand in the stead of skill. Which came later. With practice."I just stared at my father. At his cock. It bobbed ever so slightly, in time with his heartbeat. My chest felt like it had steel bands wrapped around it, squeezing me mercilessly."The only surprising thing, in fact, was that unbridled enthusiasm. The most masculine are sometimes the most willing to submit to another, so I suppose it shouldn't have come as a surprise at all. Still, though, he needed only the suggestion to disrobe and lift his tail before he was begging for the most depraved of treatment. Do you know why I'm showing you this, Nathaniel?"I didn't react. He didn't wait for me to."Becomes some lessons must be learned only through the most recognizable of demonstrations. Because it is vital that you understand that I will not, under any circumstances, allow my son to become the inamorata of his schoolmates, however longstanding their friendship may be. Look at me."I lifted my gaze slowly, hesitantly. I was shaking."Open your mouth."My eyes widened. That, more than anything else, cut like a knife through the haze of

emotion I felt swirling around me. I blinked rapidly in confusion."If I am to have a son with proclivities such as yours, I intend to recoup the investment I've made in you over these years. If your feeble attempts at masculinity are truly for naught - which I believe you've amply demonstrated they are - I expect some recompense. Now, open. Your mouth."I'd like to say it was my father's heavy gaze, the one I'd seen most recently given to my girlfriend before she got on her knees and sucked my father's cock fresh from her ass without argument. Or that I was so confused by what was happening, and what I was seeing, that I obeyed thoughtlessly. But neither of those things would have been true, even if I wanted to believe it. I opened my muzzle and, when he stepped forward, closed it again around my father's thick, meaty cock because I wanted it. I wanted it so badly that right then I would have done anything for it, submitted to any indignation, offered any payment in whatever currency he chose for the chance to taste that magnificent, monstrous cock. To taste the salty tang of his body, feel the warm bulk of it weighing down my tongue, feel the ache in my jaw as I struggled to accommodate the girth. It was only the second cock I'd ever sucked, by far the largest of them, and right now it was the only one I ever truly wanted.He stood in front of me now, me leaned forward and straining to sit as upright as I could in the chair while my father readily sank his erection into my muzzle. In the background I could hear now the hungry moans and meaty slaps of my father fucking Brandon on the video, sounds he never made when we were together, because they were the sounds I made while he was fucking me, his albeit much more shamelessly than I ever had. Semen still leaking from my asshole and erection straining painfully hard at my tight underwear I began to suck in earnest, desperate to show my father how badly I desired him. My paw slid up his leg, brushing at his slacks before closing as far as I could reach around the turgid base of his prick, squeezing and tasting the resultant spatter of pre-seed that hit the back of my tongue. I was trying not to gag as he pushed deeper, a low rumble I could feel as much as hear emanating from his chest; this was a sound I'd heard before from him, usually while fucking a pretty young thing over the kitchen counter. It was the sound of satisfied, absolute dominance, and the effect it had on me was as strong as the sight of him was to begin with. I drooled, literally, over the slab of meat prying my jaws apart, slurping every few seconds to keep from slobbering over his balls.His paw stole to the back of my head, resting there at first, then cupping my skull gently as he began to piston languidly in and out of my muzzle. From the first stroke the muffled, nasal moan that escaped my throat sounded alien even to

me; a sound I wasn't even aware I was capable of making. He wasn't moving very much, only rocking forward and back a little. It provided the slow, steady rhythm upon which my fervently eager sucking and licking was built and a counterpoint to it. Momentarily my nose stung with the scent of cigar smoke when it wafted past me, exhaled in another of those long, lazy rumbles from his chest."Brandon tells me that you don't swallow him." His voice was low, the tone unreadable.I slowed, but didn't stop in my pace. The sound of his voice at all startled me for a moment, jerking me out of my reverie and making me lift my eyes to him once again. He was staring back down at me, gaze inscrutable. I could feel spit dribbling from my lower lip, collecting, hanging in strands then drooling to my lap."You will mine. Is that understood?"I nodded, a little thrill running through me. One of... Anxiousness? Hope? Fear?"Well, then. I suggest you get back to it."I hadn't ever stopped, but I redoubled my efforts anyway. I'd sucked off Brandon enough (who, judging by the sounds on the video, was being drilled mercilessly by the very cock I had cramming against my soft palate) to do better than simple mimicry of what I'd had done to me by my girlfriends, swirling my tongue like I'd been taught, keeping up an even pace for long stretches in between pauses to lick and mouth at the spongey glans. It was almost impossible for me to tell what my father was enjoying, or how much - he was stiff as steel the whole time no matter what I did, the only sounds that he made heavy, slow breathing punctuated by occasional pauses when he drew on the cigar. I stroked him with an awkward grip in counterpoint to the bobbing of my head and the slight rocking of his hips, milking the veined skin upwards, squeezing as I pushed back down. I was fighting back gagging virtually every in-thrust now; even with no hope of the fat head violating my throat it elicited the reflex anyway, mouthfuls of spit and precum tamping it back down like saying 'ah' at the doctor's.Heavier breathing and a slow-building tight grip on my head was the only warning I received; his demeanor hardly changed at all. Even the rumble in his chest stayed low and even, until I felt the pillar of flesh in my mouth start to twitch, then throb... Then all at once his paw tightened painfully, pulling at my scalp as he made a fist in my hair with his dick plunged halfway as deep as it would go in my mouth. I at first thought he was trying to stave off orgasm, but a moment later I felt it; a thick, gooey jet of spunk fired into my mouth hard enough to choke me, a muffled cough heaving my shoulders. Then another, and another as my father came in my stilled mouth, until my cheeks bulged with it and my tongue swam in it, tasting bitter and

faintly metallic. I don't think I was resisting swallowing it, it's just that every time I'd done this before I'd held in place until Brandon had finished getting off, before pulling off and spitting discreetly. This time, though, it took me a few seconds to remember.My throat worked, and a mouthful of my father's semen slithered down it.The texture had me gagging again as disgust fought with desire in my brain, but there was little time to ponder it as my father was rapidly refilling my muzzle with more of what I'd just gulped down. Reflexively I swallowed, then swallowed again, draining it faster than he was filling until it didn't even occur to me that I might not want it in the first place. I knew well by now my father's ability to produce; still it was amazing that I'd already ingested more of his load than I'd spit in a couple of Brandon's orgasms. Even when he 'finished' I could taste a slow drizzle of it, trickling over my tongue and bathing his cock in it until I swallowed anew. It was nearly a minute before all I tasted was spit and cock, tongue swirling in the folds of flesh around his glans to clean every drop from him.My father paused then, before pulling me back with a grunt. His cock popped wetly from my moist lips, still hard as could be and now half spit-slick. Only then did he let go of my head, and I sagged forward, coughing a couple of times. My throat stung and my eyes watered, I wiped off my muzzle with the back of my arm. The video had run out at some point, and still hard, my father strode over to the desk and punched the button to turn the TV off. He didn't bother to put himself away, cock jutted obscenely from his crotch and still with ropes of my spit clinging to it.He was ashing the cigar in a crystal ashtray on his desk when he spoke next, his voice every bit as smooth and serene as it had ever been. "Get undressed." He wasn't even looking at me.I froze. I don't know what I was expecting to happen next, but whatever it was, I thought it would be at best a dismissal, at worst more humiliating admonishment.When I opened my mouth to... Protest? Question? Whatever it was going to be, he interrupted me. "I'm aware of what you were doing tonight before you came home." Now he looked at me, and I wished he hadn't, shrinking back into my chair. "And I'm aware of what it is you're wearing. Now, I won't tell you again."I swallowed hard, feeling cum dribbling from my chin. I'd forgotten all about the load still slopping in my ass, and the fact that the damp stain it made was in a pair of my sister's underwear, until my father reminded me. It was an odd feeling, suddenly terrified of being caught while at the same time feeling embarrassed heat suffuse my face when I knew I was. Brandon and I had been fucking

around long enough that I'd long since become complacent, and the reality of just how... Wrong what I'd been doing was hit me like a physical blow. Which is not to say I didn't obey. Even while I was thinking this I got to my wobbly feet, still light-headed from the muzzle-fucking just delivered to me by my father. There was no way to do this without feeling abashed and vulnerable, although even as I pulled my shirt off over my thin, chest, I can't deny I kept staring at the massive, veiny length of my father's cock. A cock that I knew what he was going to do with. I kicked off my shoes, swaying on one foot while I removed my socks, slowing down as I got to the part where I had to, and eventually did, unsnap and unzip my shorts, lowering them to around my thighs and dropping them around my feet.That I was hard came as a shock to me. My pitifully small dick made a taut tent in the powder blue panties, the same ones I'd worn that first night for Brandon. I stayed facing my father, ashamed of the wet spot I knew I still had in the back, as I stepped out of the pool of my shorts. Stealing a glance upwards I could see my father staring at me, firelight flickering against his spectacles; if he appreciated the view he didn't show it. In fact, there was no reaction at all until I hooked my thumbs into my panties, preparing to tug them down."That will do." His voice brought me up short, and I looked up at him. "Come here."The sense of shame threatened to overwhelm me. I was forced to walk - mince - across the carpet I'd once played on as a child towards the imposing tower of my father, feeling the slick wetness between my cheeks wet and warm, stomach churning with the first swallow of semen I'd ever had. It took a lifetime to get there, harder with every step in every sense, until I was standing before him like a scolded schoolboy. I looked... Not at my feet, but at his cock, the enormous spire still oozing the remnants of his orgasm in a slow dribble. I couldn't help it."Put both your paws on the desk." I did, keeping my head lowered, stepping past him and bending over a little to plant my palms.He stepped around behind me, sliding out of view until I ducked my head further and looked back at him, at what I could see, from beneath my arm. I could see him move, but not where, until a paw rested against my ass. Even gently it made me jump, and I sucked in a sharp breath.His thumb slipped beneath my panties, along the moist cleft of my rear."Do you want me to fuck you, little girl?"My throat closed up; my heart stopped. It was worse than if he'd slapped me. I began to shake."I asked you a question," he rumbled mildly, after a moment.I nodded. There was

no denying it, to myself, or to him.His thumb suddenly pushed into me, squelching lewdly through the semen Brandon had left there. I let out a sharp, high-pitched gasp, going up on tiptoes."Answer me, bitch," he growled, much less mildly this time. "Do you want me to fuck you?"My mouth was dry, I had to lick my lips before I could speak. I could still taste sperm. "Y... Yessir..." I could barely manage a whisper."Then ask for it, little girl." He was twisting his thumb slowly, agonizingly slowly, inside me.I just did, I wanted to say, petulance momentarily sweeping through me. But I knew what he wanted. And I knew I wasn't going to get it until I gave it to him."P-p-please... Please, Sir... Please f-fuck me." I had never in my life spoken those words, nor had I ever expected to. Dozens of times being bent over in the back of Brandon's car, and still I'd never asked for it. Until now."I don't believe you." I whimpered, beginning to roll my hips involuntarily while he twisted his thumb inside me. I could feel spunk leaking down my taint, drooling past the imperfect seal of his thumb."I... I want it, Sir, I do... Please...""Pathetic." Fingers caught the waistband of my panties, beginning to tug them down. I could feel the sticky cotton peeling back from my fur. His thumb pulled free of me, only to be replaced by his finger, then another as more semen drooled from me. Brandon had been eager tonight. "You're incapable of even this."My whimpers got louder, desperate. I began to doubt that he'd do it at all. "Please f-f-f... Oh god, please dad, I want it... I want y... Your cock..." I didn't even know what I was saying. The panties slid down further, stretching around my thighs.He slid his fingers from me, leaving my asshole feeling warm and a little sore. I wasn't even looking back him anymore, eyes closed and head back, so I jerked in surprise again when I suddenly felt his paw at my muzzle, the lingering scent of cigar smoke mingling with the unmistakable stench of semen. I didn't know what he wanted until his fingers pushed sloppily to my lips, urging them open even as shuddered at the knowledge of what I was doing. In they went, my mouth suddenly awash with the familiar taste of Brandon's cum, smeared over my lips and tongue. At the same time I felt something, huge and wet and hot and hard push between my cheeks and shove against my asshole."Is this what you want, sweetheart?" His voice was right in my ear, low and thick, ripe with dispassionate triumph.I nodded as best I could, beginning to suck eagerly on his fingers. I swallowed - my first time ever ingesting

Brandon's sperm - and sealed my lips tightly around the digits.Even anticipating the pain of it I still felt a shock course through me when he pushed in. It was that quick; he didn't slowly work me open, he didn't carefully loosen me up before he took me. One moment his cockhead was lodged against my asshole, the next my father's dick was stuffed inside my ass far enough to have me crying out muffledly around his fingers. I leaned forward quickly until my thighs hit the edge of the desk, but he was evidently anticipating this because it accomplished nothing; he moved with me and when I struck wood he kept going, cramming another inch inside me, agonizingly fat flesh spreading me further than Brandon ever had.Oh god, please stop I wanted to say, please take it out. It was infinitely more difficult than I'd expected, the lingering shock of penetration still resonating through me when he began to thrust. The first one brought with it a wet sucking sound as the remaining spunk in my ass slurped around his glans, this time not a drop escaping the impossibly huge plug as he drew back only to shove back in deeper than he'd been, then again, and still again. He closed his fingers, the ones not stuffed inside my muzzle, around my chin and held my head aloft while stuffing the two wet digits far enough inside to nearly choke me while collected fluids dripped over my chin, pistoning in and out of my ass languidly.The unhurried pace did nothing to reduce the ache of it; it was like being run over by a truck, slowly. My father was relentless, every thrust getting him deeper than before without regard for what I knew must have been ever-increasing resistance. He was already past where I'd had a cock before, plumbing my depths only long enough to slowly batter my bowels into submission before pushing deeper; I began to cry out louder into his paw. Although still excruciatingly slow he was pumping into me faster now, using the impetus of each thrust to punch his fat cockhead deeper into my guts; I began to see stars as my chest heaved with almost hyperventilating pants gasped through my nose and around the wet fingers in my mouth.All at once those fingers pulled free, his paw sliding to the back of my neck and pushing down firmly; my arms collapsed beneath the weight and my chest and head pushed onto the desk where he pinned me, mercilessly, where I knew so many of my girlfriends had been. One, two, three hard thrusts, and much to my astonishment his hips crashed into my ass. My father was hilted in me, every inch of that magnificent cock I'd seem crammed into countless girls was now embedded to the balls in his son's backside. Mine.He didn't stop. I expected him to; Brandon always did, a moment of lingering satisfaction when he got himself all the way in me. My father had no sooner stuffed his heavy balls into my sloppy

cleft when he drew back and sank it home once again, bottoming out hard enough to send electric jolts up my spine. My claws scraped uselessly at the desk, alternately balling into fists and splaying out the lay flat against it, bracing myself against the relentless pounding. It was still a deliberate pace; the feeling was like being played like an instrument, twitching and rolling and shaking while he just kept at me. I whined, grimaced, moaned, none of it made any difference. I could feel my backside fluttering, sometimes tighter, sometimes going slack when my muscles couldn't keep up the fight, and it was as if I wasn't doing anything at all. I lost track of time, my entire world my father, his cock, his deep, heavy breathing, his paw on my neck tight enough to hold me down if I'd even had the thought of moving. Even my breathing was at his pleasure, forced out of me in sharp huffs and drawn, shaking and stuttered, when he drew back, quicker the faster he pounded me. I didn't even know that sex could be like this, so all-consuming to where I couldn't even remember how the night began. All that mattered w-His breathing sped, becoming abruptly heavier. Overpowering desire washed over me a moment before he hilted himself one last time in my asshole and began to growl, snorting out the next couple of breaths. I felt his cock inside me, huge and undeniable, begin to twitch and throb before with a quiet grunt from him I felt it recoil inside me, then again, and again. A moment later I could feel it, warm pressure building in my bowels, then the heat and weight as it filled me. My father was cumming inside me, inside my ass.I have no idea how much he unloaded, all I knew was that it went on forever, that labored growling, the endless throbbing each one of which punctuated a jet of his spunk into my guts. He moved and I could feel it, the puddle of slimy seed his dick was swimming in, so much of it that the walls of my bowels no longer clenched down around him at the glans. And when he finished, he stayed right where he was. I could tell his climax was as finished as he ever was, the thick, meaty dick inside me no longer pulsing, but he seemed in no hurry to pull out.When he finally did, it felt like he was pulling my guts out with it. I began to pant quickly again, short little breaths tinged with high-pitched whimpers until with a wet, lewd pop he pulled free. I had no hope of clenching down quickly enough; a small sluice of sperm spilled from my stretched asshole to leak down my taint and the insides of my thighs. What did dribble free landed in my panties still bunched up around my knees. I could feel it, dripping when I so much as moved.It took me a long time to regain my senses, half-laying over my father's desk. My backside hurt worse than it ever had when Brandon had fucked it and felt... Wrecked. My

attempts to clamp down and stem the slick mess spilling from it were useless, it didn't feel like I was doing anything no matter how hard I clenched. By the time I'd recovered enough to open my eyes I saw my father was standing next to me, enormous, sloppy dick hanging from his crotch and looking too large to have ever fit inside me. Semen still leaked from it, ponderously slowly dripping to the floor; I could watch each drop forming at the broad slit, sagging, and oozing down.I heard my father clear his throat, and hesitantly I looked up at him. He didn't look at all like a man who'd just finished getting off twice in less than an hour (had it really only been that long?), standing calmly and... Just watching me. Expectantly. I began to breathe a little faster; I'd seen that look before and even through the window, not directed at me, it had had an effect on me. Now, bearing the full brunt of it, it was like a physical weight on me. I glanced down at his dick, and back up... And began to slide to my knees, not even bothering to pull my pants up.It was disgusting, at best, what I knew he was expecting. I'd never offered to suck Brandon after he fucked me before, and he'd never asked me to. I can't claim I hadn't thought of it before, after all, I'd seen my girlfriend doing it. But I also knew that how much I did - or did not - want to do it simply didn't matter. I was on my knees and staring down the barrel of his still-swollen cock, and a moment later ducking my head, opening my muzzle and approaching it from underneath. Before I could think too much about what I was doing, I'd enveloped the slimy glans and closed my lips behind it, grimacing at the salty, musky flavor... And swallowed, feeling a gooey mouthful slide down my throat.Further down I went, licking and swallowing all the way. The taste wasn't as revolting as I'd feared, no worse in raw flavor than what I'd gulped down before he fucked me in the first place. I swallowed him as far as I could, even gagging a little when it got deep enough before I pulled back, my face burning hot. I licked my lips once free of him, then his shaft, lapping up the rest of it all the way down to the fly of his perfectly tailored slacks. When I next engulfed his still-swollen glans he gently closed a paw around the back of my head and pulled me towards him; it pushed against, then sank into my throat now that it was soft enough. I gagged, but a few moments later and he was buried to the balls in my muzzle, lips mashed into the wet flesh at the base of his crotch and spunk smeared over my chin. He let me go almost immediately after and I pulled back, muffled coughs through my nose stopping only when I was back to licking and lapping at the now spit-shined cockflesh.When I was done, or at least assumed I was, I sat back on my ankles. I was unwilling to look up at him, staring at the floor until I

saw him move and lifting my gaze enough to see him pushing his thick cock back into his slacks with a practiced motion - at first I thought it still too hard to fit but he had experience with it, and a moment later my father's equipment was just a bulge in his slacks, zipper tugged up to hide it. Unhurriedly he went around behind his desk and sat down in his chair while I struggled to get back to my feet without falling over, awkwardly pulling up my shorts and underwear. My thighs were a mess, both loads of the night it seemed mostly splattered over them, my - my sister's - underwear soaked to sodden with them."Before you're dismissed," he began, just as I was finishing zipping up myself. I looked at him, blinking."You ineptitude notwithstanding, you will continue your relationship with the delightful Renee for now. Appearances must be kept up, and she seems to enjoy your company well enough for my purposes. Is that clear?"I nodded."As for your friend Brandon, I suspect I'll have little success attempting to deny you his company, and would arouse undue suspicion. So long as it doesn't interfere with your duties, you're welcome to continue your little affair. If it is discovered, through indiscretion or any other means, it will cease. Is that also understood?"I nodded again, chewing on my lower lip. I wanted to ask him if he was going to keep fucking him, but I didn't dare."Finally, since you've forced me to take a more... Active role in your upbringing, you will have responsibilities that I suspect you will grow quickly accustomed to. Starting tomorrow. I've taken the liberty of informing your school you'll be absent tomorrow and the next day. I expect you here, in my office, at eight AM sharp. And since you've taken such an interest in your sister's wardrobe, you'll have no trouble finding something in it suitable to wear. Particularly if you'd like to continue to have a say in it. Something attractive, and accessible."My eyes widened slightly. Was he saying-"Dismissed."I swallowed hard and stood there a moment longer."Was there something else?" He was staring straight at me, gaze withering.I paused, and then just shook my head."Well then. I suggest you go get cleaned up. You have a busy day tomorrow."I turned, and slunk out.