Phoenix Rising

by Anais Ninja

  “Please help me get him out of me,” I said, a pleading expression on my face.

  “What did you do?”

  “Just help me,” I said. “I’ll tell you afterwards.” He kneeled next to me, staring at my cleft, fascinated at the sight of a dog’s cock plugging my pussy.

  “What do I do?” he said.

  “Just hold the dog,” I replied. He wrapped his arms around Schultzie and I dug my heels into the floor, pulling myself back. The dog whimpered as his cock stretched, but then it gave way, the bulge in his cock slipping out of me, then the rest of his pointy penis, followed by a gush of semen. I collapsed on the carpet as David let go of the dog. Schultzie got up from the floor and sat in the corner, licking his softening member.

  “Are you okay?” David asked me, helping me to my feet.

  “Yeah, thanks,” I said, putting my arm around him to steady myself. “Can you help me into the bath?”

  “Yeah, but...”

  “What?”

  “I was going to take a shower,” he said. “It can wait.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah,” David said. He half carried me into the bathroom and helped me sit down on the toilet. I’d been holding my thighs together as I limped into the bathroom, but now I could spread them, letting the rest of Schultzie’s thin semen pour out of my cunny. As David set the stopper in the tub and twisted the faucets, I leaned against the sink, my head in my hands. I was glad that it was David, not Mia or Dana or my father who found me, but I still felt humiliated, ashamed at being caught with a dog’s cock stuck inside me.

  “David?”

  “Yes?”

  “Will you promise me something?” I asked him.

  “Yes.”

  “Promise me you won’t tell anyone about this,” I said. “Especially Dana.”

  “I promise,” he said.

  The tub was nearly filled, and David helped me off of the toilet and into the bath. The water was a bit hot, but it felt nice, soothing, and I settled back against the tiled wall, letting out a deep sigh and relaxing.

  “Would you hand me the soap?” I asked David. He put the bar in my hands and I started to lather myself, but I still felt as weak as a newborn kitten, my hands trembling as I tried to wash Schultzie’s slobber from my breasts.

  “Could I do that for you?” David asked.

  “Would you?”

  “Sure,” he said, taking the soap from my hand and gently lathering my skin. He knelt next to the bathtub as he washed me, and I could smell his scent, a boy’s sweet sweat, the aroma of a young athlete.

  “You played soccer after school?” I asked him.

  “Basketball.”

  “You need a shower.”

  “I know,” he said. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” I replied. “I sort of like it, the way you smell right now.” It was true; it reminded me of my stepbrothers, the way they smelled after playing ball under the hot Florida sun. I thought of the salty taste of Del’s skin, the musky but not altogether unpleasant aroma that would waft up from between his legs as I sucked him.

  “I’ll have time to shower before dinner,” David said, rubbing the soap over my back.

  “Why don’t you get in the tub with me?” I said. “It would save you some time.” David looked down at the sudsy water, wondering if he really wanted to sit in a bath that was tainted with the canine semen that seeped from my cleft. Then he stood up and stripped off his gym shorts and t-shirt, kicking off his sneakers, pulling his jock strap over his legs and removing his socks. He tested the water with his toe, decided it wasn’t too hot, and settled into the water, sitting in the tub opposite from me. There wasn’t much room in the tub, and we had to sit with his thighs on top of mine.

  “Let me do you now,” I said, picking up the soap and scrubbing his smooth hairless chest. I felt my strength begin to return, and it made me happy to see David smile as I lathered his coffee-colored skin. I worked my way down his body, soaping up his belly, his thighs, slowly heading towards that spot between his legs where his half-hard cock bobbed in the warm bath water. I felt him begin to stiffen between my slick fingers.

  “Feels good...,” David murmured.

  “I should have waited for you to get home,” I said. “You know I love your beautiful cock.” David laughed, his mocha cheeks blushing slightly.

  “You really like it?”

  “I love it,” I said, leaning forward, kissing his full lips.

  “Wow,” he said. “Why didn’t you wait?”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “I guess I was in a weird mood, you know? I thought I could get Jean-Paul to make love to me, but he didn’t.”

  “Jean-Paul? The tennis pro?”

  “Yes,” I replied, stroking David’s young penis, feeling it twitch in my hand.

  “He didn’t...?”

  “He’s gay,” I said.

  “No shit.”

  “Yeah.”

  “So you were horny and...?”

  “It was more than horniness,” I said. “I felt like doing something really nasty, and, well, there was the dog, sniffing my pussy.”

  “I wish I could have seen that,” David said. I could feel his thighs on top of mine, tensing and relaxing with each stroke of his boycock.

  “Well, you did see part of it.”

  “Yeah, but not the good part,” he laughed. “Was it good? Did you like it?”

  “To tell you the truth, I did,” I said. It was my turn to blush now. “Except for that last part, when he got stuck inside me.” I reached down and cupped my sex. I was sore down there, and it was starting to itch as well.

  “Well, if you do it again I want to watch,” David said. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t get stuck inside you.”

  “No way I’m doing that again,” I said, gently squeezing his hardness. “Not when I can have this inside me.” David smiled and blushed again, reaching for my soapy breasts and fondling them with his slippery fingers.

  “Hey, would you do me another favor, Davy?” I asked him.

  “Sure.”

  “I need you to clean me down there.”

  “Okay,” he said, letting go of my little tits and reaching between my legs.

  “No, not with your hands,” I said.

  “Then how?”

  “With this,” I replied, tugging at David’s hard cock. “Stand up for a second.” He disentangled his legs from mine and stood up in the tub, the soapy water dripping from his skin. I took the soap and lathered his erection until it was covered with a foamy coat of soap suds, and then I got up and turned around, kneeling in the tub with my hands on the rim, presenting my ass to him. David knelt behind me and I guided his soapy prick into my cleft.

  “Go easy,” I said. “I’m a little sore.”

  “Okay,” he murmured, slowly easing his cock into me. As he began to thrust, it felt good at first, scratching the itch inside me, but then it began to sting and burn as the soap rubbed into my tender spots.

  “Ow, ow, stop, pull out,” I cried. He withdrew immediately.

  “Sorry,” he said. “Too hard?”

  “No, no, it’s the soap,” I said, rubbing my sore cunny. “It’s burning me.”

  “Shit,” David said. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault, Davy,” I said. “Can you hand me the shower head?”

  “Sure,” he said, detaching the massage head from its bracket and handing it to me. He turned on the faucet and I set the head on a gently setting, spraying cool water on my burning pussy. The stinging began to subside, and I handed the shower head back to him. I noticed his cock was softening, so I took it in my hands and began to revive it, feeling it stiffen once again.

  “Let me finish you,” I whispered.

  “You don’t have to,” David said.

  “I want to,” I replied, stroking him. He’d been so sweet, so gentle, and I wanted to make him feel good. “Can you get that?” I asked, pointing to the bottle of baby oil on the sink.

>   “Yeah,” David said, stepping out of the tub for a moment and handing me the bottle. I began to oil his lovely cock, making it glisten and throb, and then I knelt down again, jutting out my bottom and pouring the oil down my crack, feeling it drip between my cheeks and over my cleft. David kneeled behind me and I reached back, rubbing the tip of his penis over my ass, guiding him into my bottom. He held me by the waist, drawing me closer to him as he pushed his hips forward, entering me, filling me back there.

  “You like my ass, don’t you?” I whispered.

  “I do,” David replied.

  “Fuck me, Davy,” I cooed. “Fuck me like a dog.”

  “Woof,” he said, laughing, and he began to thrust. My ass made a soft sucking sound as his greasy pole sawed in and out of my tight little hole. He tightened his grip on my waist and began to pump my bottom faster, his movements making the bath water swish around our thighs. I cupped my breasts with my oily hands, fingering my nipples, feeling them stiffen and crinkle.

  “Fuck me, Davy,” I urged him. “Make me your bitch.”

  “I’m gonna come,” he said through clenched teeth. “Fuck...”

  I felt his cock twitch inside my bottom, tensing up as he began to spurt his hot semen. He collapsed on my back, wrapping me in his arms as his thrusts began to slow to a halt. I pushed my ass back into his groin, wanting to keep his beautiful cock inside me, but he began to soften and slip out.

  David unstopped the tub, and as the tepid water drained we stood together and lathered each other’s body again, washing off the baby oil and rinsing off the soap with the shower massage. Then we stepped out of the tub and took turns drying each other. David was about to return to his bedroom, but I stopped him, hugging him, kissing him. He smiled and held me in his arm.

  “Thanks,” I said.

  “For what?”

  “For everything.” I kissed him again and squeezed his hand before heading back into Dana’s bedroom. There, I put on a fresh pair of panties and a t-shirt and laid down on the cot. Schultzie got up from his corner and came over to me, nuzzling me with his snout. He’d managed to pull my socks off of his paws.

  “I’m sorry if I hurt you,” I whispered, scratching his head behind his ear. He turned and licked my fingers, climbing on to the cot and laying down next to me and letting out a deep breath. I closed my eyes and stroked his furry flank, drifting off to sleep.

  I woke up from my nap about an hour later, when Dana and Mia came home. Dana was wearing a pink leotard and white tights, a skimpy pink skirt wrapped around her waist. She quietly undressed, and I realized that she thought I was still asleep. I laid there quietly, listening to her softly humming a melody from “Swan Lake”.

  I heard Dana fishing through my backpack, and then there was a soft buzzing which stopped a second later. Through half-closed eyes I watched her lay down on her bed, my vibrator in her little hand. She licked the tip, something she’d seen me do, and placed it at the entrance to her cunny, twisting the base again and making it purr softly. Dana arched her back as she pressed the vibrator inside her, the melody she’d been humming becoming a song of pleasure, soft moans of delight floating from her lips. I watched her, transfixed, as her busy hands moved between her legs, rubbing her little button as she plunged the vibe in and out of her cleft. Suddenly she stiffened on her bed, arching her back again as she came, her thighs quivering, her lower lip trembling. Then she relaxed and turned off the vibrator, shuddering as she slowly pulled it from her sex. Dana laid there for a minute before wiping the vibrator off on the sheets and returning it to my backpack. She got back in bed and laid on her side, watching me as I “napped” on the cot.

  “Have fun, baby?” I said, startling her.

  “Annie! How long have you been awake?”

  “A few minutes,” I said, sitting up on the cot.

  “I...I’m sorry,” Dana said. “I shouldn’t have gone through your stuff.”

  “It’s okay, Dana,” I said, reaching for her hand. “I wish you’d ask first.”

  “You’re right,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

  “You can have it if you want,” I said, squeezing her hand.

  “Really?”

  “Yes. I’ve got other ones.”

  “Wow, thanks,” Dana said.

  Schultzie got up from the cot and stretched his limbs, padding over to the door and sitting next to it. Dana got up from her bed and let him out, and then she went over to her dresser and picked out a pair of panties and a t-shirt, slipping them on before coming over to the cot where I was sitting. She climbed in next to me and we laid down together. I still felt drowsy, and I closed my eyes as she laid her arm across my breasts, snuggling up against my body and kissing me on the cheek as I fell asleep again.

  I woke up to see Mia sitting on Dana’s bed, watching us as we napped, a glass of white wine in her hand. She smiled and took a sip.

  “You looked so sweet lying together like that,” she said. “I couldn’t bear to wake you.” Dana began to stir when she heard her stepmother’s voice, stretching and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

  “What time is it?” I asked.

  “Almost six,” Mia said. “Dinner should be ready in an hour.”

  “I’m hungry,” I said.

  “There’s cheese and crackers if you’d like,” she replied. “How did the lesson go?”

  “Okay, I guess.”

  “Just okay?”

  “Did you know he’s gay?” I asked Mia.

  “I thought he might be, but I wasn’t sure.” She handed me her glass of wine and I took a sip.

  “Well he is,” I said, still feeling the afternoon’s disappointment.

  “Poor baby,” Mia said, leaning forward and caressing my cheek.

  “I’ll get over it,” I said, swinging my legs off of the cot and stretching.

  “Come, I’ll get you a glass of wine and some hors d’oeurves.” She stood up and headed for the door.

  “Thanks,” I said. “You up, Dana?”

  “Yes,” she said, climbing off of the creaky old cot. I reached into the closet and found my long peasant skirt, one I’d bought a few weeks before to replace the skirt that I’d worn when I rushed Megan to the hospital, the skirt I’d left on the trauma room floor, soaked with her blood. Dana rummaged through her closet and picked out an almost identical skirt, differing only in color, slipping it over her long skinny legs.

  “We really look like sisters, now,” she said. I gave her an hug and an affectionate pat on her bottom, and we headed to the kitchen for a snack before dinner. David was there, too, spreading soft cheese on a cracker and wolfing it down. Mia poured me a glass of wine and I ate a couple of crackers to keep my stomach from growling.

  “Anne, your father and I would like to go out again tonight,” she said, corking the bottle of wine. “Could you watch the kids again?”

  “I’d be happy to,” I said. David and Dana had gone back in their rooms, doing their homework, and she put her hand on my waist, drawing me close and kissing me.

  “Thank you,” she said. “I was hoping we could spend some more time together, but Frank says you’re having dinner with Krystle tomorrow night.”

  “Yes, she invited me the other day,” I said.

  “He said she wants to hire you to work in the office.”

  “She does? I’m sure she was just kidding or something.”

  “I think you should take it if she offers you a job,” Mia said. “Maybe you can keep an eye on your father for me.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean I think he’s been having an affair.” she said, still holding me. I kissed her cheek and laid my head on her shoulder. Just a few days before Mia had said to me that she was sure my father was faithful to her. I wondered what had made her change her mind.

  “He wouldn’t,” I said. “Not while you’re carrying his baby.” I stroked the swell of her belly, feeling a gentle kick inside of her womb, ashamed at myself for covering up for my father’s dallianc
es.

  “Maybe I’m just being paranoid,” Mia said. “But he was so horny all the time, up until I started to show.” She patted her swollen belly. “Four, five, six times a day, he’d wear me out and then I’d have to suck him or jerk him off. But it’s different now. Except for the other night he hardly ever wants it anymore.”

  “Maybe he’s just getting older,” I said. My father was in his mid- forties, almost twice as old as Mia.

  “Perhaps you’re right. Maybe things will change after the baby comes.”

  “I hope so,” I said, kissing her again. I wanted to press my lips against hers, to seek out her tongue, but the sound of the front door opening made us break off our embrace. Despite everything that had happened that day, my horniness was back, making my aching pussy tingle with desire. I wanted nothing more than to lie in bed with Mia and make love with her.

  “I’m home,” my father called out, his briefcase in hand, blazer draped over his arm. He kissed Mia and then me before heading back to the bedroom to shower and change. A little while later we all sat down to dinner, baked filet of sole almondine, green beans with tiny slivers of almond, and baked potatoes with sour cream and chives. The way my father wolfed down his food, I could tell that he’d had another afternoon tryst with Krystle, probably in their little love nest at the model home at Corazon.

  The kids and I cleared the table and did the dishes afterwards, while my father and Mia got dressed to go out, spending over an hour behind their closed bedroom door before emerging. Mia gave me the number of the nightclub and told me that they’d be returning after midnight. I gave her a quick kiss and watched them drive off in my father’s Cadillac.

  “What do you want to do?” I asked David and Dana after my father and Mia left.

  “I want to dance again,” Dana said. “That was fun.”

  “No way,” David protested.

  “Well what do you want to do?” I asked him.

  “I dunno, get stoned and look at some dirty magazines.”

  “You do that every night,” Dana said.

  “So?” he replied.

  “We can do both,” I said. “You can read while Dana and I dance, okay?”

  “I guess,” David said. He got up from the couch and went to his room, returning with a lit joint and his stash of porn. We smoked the joint while he leafed through the magazines, and then I put on some soft music and led Dana by the hand to the middle of the room. David thumbed through the pages, looking up at us every so often, watching Dana and I sway slowly to the music. After a few minutes of this, he threw the magazine aside.