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Subject: {ASSM} A House in the Woods - Penny (Mdog/f, M/f, MF/f, oral, anal)
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This is the fourth of the House in the Woods stories.  This one gives a 
little more detail about the main character, for those of you who have 
expressed interest.  It is a little bit of a departure from the theme 
established in the other three stories, but when the idea presented 
itself, I couldn't resist. If the sex is your main reason for reading 
these, you may find that this one drags in places, but for those of you 
who wanted more realism, well - let me know what you think.

Send FEEDBACK, PLEASE! If you like it, let me know. If I can make it 
better, help me do so!

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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and pissing me off.

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A House in the Woods - Penny (Mdog/f, M/f, MF/f, oral, anal)
(C)Copyright 2003 - Shakes Peer2B

My house is built on a rather large plot of land, but unlike my 
neighbors, I don't try to make it produce income for me, so technically, 
it's not a farm.  When the last known heir of the original owner died in 
the eighteen-nineties, the land fell into a legal limbo while the 
possibility of living inheritors was investigated (they actually did 
such things back then!).  Then in the early part of the twentieth 
century, a fire destroyed many of the records of who owned what, though, 
strangely enough, not the title papers for my place.  Local, county, and 
state officials, however, were so busy trying to sort out the various 
claims to occupied properties, that the only reference to those 
documents was made to refute spurious claims by people hoping to pick up 
property they didn't own.

When the 'land rush' finally settled down, folks had pretty much 
forgotten about this place until I came along. Brush and trees grew up 
and buried all the land the previous owner had tilled under lush 
greenery, adding foliage to the untrammeled  parts of the forest that 
had never known a plow. Towering pines carpeted many acres with a 
slippery coating of brown needles.  Elsewhere, hardwoods, sycamore, 
aspen, birch and ash built a cool, shady canopy under which only those 
plants that required a minimum of sunlight could flourish.

After a nasty divorce, I made a bundle on tech investments, but, knowing 
it was a bubble that had to burst, as quickly as I made the money, I 
transferred it to more stable investments, leaving only the original 
working capital at risk.  When I had enough to live comfortably, even 
lavishly, for the rest of my life, I started searching for a quiet 
little place in the woods where I could build a home and not have to 
worry too much about prying eyes or overly sensitive ears.

My agents showed me several plots of land, but none offered me the 
possibilities that this place did.

As unobtrusively as possible, I had my agents make enquiries, grease 
palms, and finally, present the winning bid at the auction when, as 
arranged, only one other person showed up.

It took months longer to build the house than it might have otherwise, 
because I wouldn't let the construction crews cut down any of the trees 
or pave the road.  They were allowed to lay native rock and gravel in 
the mud of the overgrown dirt track that the original owners had used as 
a driveway, but that was it. Fortunately, the wheels of numerous wagons 
and the hooves of untold numbers of horses had packed the dirt of the 
track so hard that the forest was only now beginning to encroach on it. 
I used local companies for most of the construction, but went out of 
state for the basic security system. The enhancements I designed and 
built myself.

I offset the strangeness of my construction preferences by staying 
visible in town. I was friendly with anyone who wanted to be friendly, 
and left the rest alone.  Soon, I was rubbing elbows with the Sheriff 
and his deputies, local businessmen, and pretty much anyone else in the 
community who wasn't a shut-in.  I listened, but didn't pry, and 
answered most questions about myself with a good-natured, self-effacing 
joke.  It wasn't that I had anything to hide, I just didn't see any 
point in advertising the details of my private life.

I wanted them to see that I wasn't going to pry into their lives, and 
wasn't going to make mine an open book, either.  When anyone offered 
details about themselves, I listened politely, asking just enough 
questions to not seem rude.  Before long, people were telling me the 
most intimate secrets - first about their neighbors, then, as trust 
grew, about themselves.  I filed it all away in my memory, but never 
repeated any of it to anyone.

In this way, before the house was finished, I had wormed my way into the 
social structure of the community, if not yet as an insider, at least as 
an acceptable outsider. (Brenneman's theory of how to be a successful 
recluse - be as outgoing as possible without actually revealing anything 
you don't want people to know.)

With the construction crews gone, I set about making my private 
modifications to the house, still making and keeping social commitments 
lest my neighbors start thinking I had turned strange on them.

By the time I was finished, I had my dream - a comfortable house set so 
far into the woods that I could do pretty much anything I wanted, a 
fully equipped dungeon, and a security system that, along with my dogs, 
alerted me to the presence of people on the property long before they 
could become a threat - at least, in most cases. This story is about one 
of the times this system let me down - to my enormous delight!

At first I went as far as Seattle to find sexual partners who shared my 
interests, then Molly Pierce's car broke down near the end of my road, 
and while we waited for a tow truck, we found some common interests. 
Molly spent the weekend in my dungeon and went back to Washington State 
sated and happy as a clam.  Before long, I had so many students dropping 
by from Pullman and Moscow (University of Idaho), that I no longer 
needed to go into Seattle except for materials, supplies, and services 
that I couldn't or didn't want to get locally.

When I wasn't entertaining 'guests' in my dungeon or working on the 
custom items I sold to other members of the community, I liked to wander 
through the woods with my Timber-Wolf, Malamute mix dogs, Caesar and Czar.

There is a stream that meanders through my property. This stream is 
filled year-round with run-off from the perpetual snow cap that tops the 
mountain on whose skirts my land is situated.  Near the middle of the 
property, surrounded by some of its oldest trees, lies a moss-covered 
glade.  At one end of this glade, 'my' stream plunges twenty feet down a 
natural waterfall, creating misty rainbows when the sun peeks through 
the surrounding trees. Over the years, the falling water has created a 
basin in the natural rock that, except at the bottom of the fall, sits 
still, deep, green, and crystal clear.  At the downstream end, the water 
cascades, tinkling and splashing, over jumbled rocks for several feet 
before re-entering the channel it has dug over the years.  This is my 
favorite spot out of many marvelous natural places within the bounds of 
my little piece of heaven.

On this particular day, I was headed toward this natural swimming pool 
with the idea of doing a little skinny dipping.  The dogs, as was their 
habit, had ranged far ahead. I wasn't worried. I figured they probably 
knew where I was going, and even if they didn't they wouldn't have any 
trouble finding me.

Suddenly, from far ahead, I heard a faint scream. I quickened my pace, 
and as I neared the swimming hole, heard what sounded like a young 
girl's voice. The muted crash of the waterfall and ripple of water 
cascading over the rocks masked most of the sound, but I thought, from 
what I heard, that the voice sounded familiar.

I had no idea what to expect, and since I wasn't carrying a weapon, I 
slowed as I neared the clearing, and crept slowly forward, the voice 
growing louder as I neared. I cautiously poked my head around the trunk 
of the last tree and stopped in amazement.

Not ten feet from where I stood, a platinum blonde nymphet with silken, 
straight, waist length hair knelt on a blanket thrown atop a moss 
covered rock.  I recognized her as Penny Noonan, my neighbor Sarah's 
daughter, so her presence wasn't what shocked me.

The lithe little fourteen-year-old sprite was on her hands and knees, 
shrieking, as Czar pumped his engorged shaft into her hairless little 
mound for all he was worth.

At first I thought she was in distress and started around the tree to 
see if I could head off disaster before Czar's knot swelled so large it 
couldn't be extracted from her body.  As I rounded the tree, however, I 
spotted the small stack of neatly folded clothing on one corner of the 
blanket, and began to make out the words issuing from the delicate lips 
of the diminutive teenager.

"Ooooh yeah, Czar! Ooooooh! Jam that hot doggie dick into my belly!" she 
was shaking her head and rocking her hips in time with his strokes. 
"Come on Czar baby, pump that big ol' knot up and let me feel it inside 
me like a big balloon! Oh damn, I love your cock!"

She looked over at Caesar who, though he knew I was there, didn't pay me 
any attention. This kind of activity went on in my dungeon all the time, 
so he didn't see any reason why I would interfere.

Penny cooed at Caesar, "Don't worry Caesar, you'll get your turn! I want 
to feel that big ol' knot of yours sliding back and forth inside me, too!"

I stepped into her line of sight and said quietly, "Well I should hope 
so! Wouldn't be fair to let just one of 'em fuck you now, would it?"

Penny's head whipped around in shock, her hair flying. "M-M-Mr. 
Brenneman! I wasn't...! I mean I didn't...! I mean...Ooooooh shit!"

Tears welled up in her eyes and her face flushed the cutest shade of 
pink. She turned away, then looked up at me again, Czar still pounding 
away at her nether end.

"You must think - aaagh! - think I'm - oooh! - aw-awful!"

I squatted beside her on the blanket, "On the contrary, Penny. I think 
you're just about the sexiest creature I've ever seen!"

She stared at me in shock, her hips involuntarily resuming their 
rocking, "Really! I thought you'd be disgusted, or mad, or... I don't 
know! How can you even look at me?"

I smiled and pushed a few strands of hair out of her face. "I can look 
at you because you're beautiful and sexy, and the way you enjoy having 
Czar's cock inside you turns me on big time!"

"Oh god, it's getting bigger! His balloon's finally coming up!" her eyes 
closed briefly as she savored the sensation of Czar's knot swelling in 
her tiny belly, then looked back at me through hooded eyes, "So, like, 
you don't mind that I come up here and fuck your dogs?"

"I think it's great!" I said, "Would you like me to help you feel even 
better?"

"Ooooohhhh, yeah!" It may have been an answer or a reaction to what Czar 
was doing. I chose to interpret it as the former.

Reaching under the fragile-looking little fairy, I lightly pinched the 
tiny pink nipples topping the puffy cones of her aureolae. Her breasts 
were just beginning to mound on her skinny chest.

"Oh, yeah! Oooh I like that, Mr. Brenneman!" She arched her back, 
thrusting her chest downward to give me better access.

Keeping one hand on her little nubbin of a nipple, rolling it softly 
back and forth between my finger and thumb, I moistened the middle 
finger of my other hand with saliva, and gently massaged her tiny clit.

"OOOOOHHHHHH GGGGOOOODDD!" she screamed, jerking her hips spasmodically 
against my finger and the dog's cock.

I felt Czar's knot on my wrist as it rapidly shuttled back and forth 
inside her tight little belly. I could tell from the motion that he was 
almost home, so I grasped the sheath of her clit between thumb and 
forefinger, and as Czar's cock pulsed inside her, I pinched with both 
hands, just hard enough to cause a twinge, but no real pain.

Penny shrieked incoherently for several seconds. Her hips did a 720 
around Czar's spewing firehose, then gave three hard jerks before her 
head and shoulders collapsed on her forearms while she mumbled something 
I couldn't make out.

I leaned closer and finally understood her feverish words. 
"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou...OH my GOD! Thank you!"

I let her rest for a minute as Czar lifted his leg over her back and 
turned around facing the other way. Penny's eyes rolled back in her head 
and she gave another little shudder as the dog's enormous cock and knot 
rotated inside her.

"So, Penelope Noonan," I asked, with mock sternness, "how long have you 
been screwing my dogs?"

She looked up through silvery strands of hair, wide-eyed, then, seeing 
my smile, grinned back impishly. "This is my third time with Czar.  I've 
only had Caesar twice, but I think he's my favorite!"

I raised my eyebrows in question and she continued, "Czar's the 
gentleman. He gives me time to get used to him before his knot swells 
up, so I like to have him first, but his knot doesn't last long before 
he cums!  Caesar's balloon inflates right away and I get to feel it 
moving inside me for much longer. It'd kill me if he went first, but 
after Czar, I just go totally crazy when he gets that big ol' thing 
moving inside me!"

"Is that all you like about them, Penny? Their knots?"

"Oh no! There's a place inside me that they go through, like a hole into 
something else inside me, I thinks it's my cervix, and even though it 
hurts like crazy when they first go in, it drives me wild to feel them 
poking that deep into me with their pointy tips!" she got a dreamy look 
in her eyes, "I also like the way their fur feels on my back and ass, 
and I just LOVE the way they hug me with their front legs! I don't know 
why. It just makes me feel like they REALLY want me!"

With a prolonged "SLUUUUURPP!", Penny's sopping pussy relinquished its 
hold on Czar's shrinking bulge, causing another tiny orgasmic shiver to 
ripple through her body.

"OOOOOHHHH!" she moaned. Then, looking around the clearing, she spotted 
Caesar. "Caesar! Come on boy! It's your turn!"

As an afterthought, she looked up at me, "You don't mind do you, Mr. 
Brenneman?"

"No, Penny," I responded with a smile "but I DO have a concern."

"A concern?" she looked alarmed, "About what?"

I lifted her to her feet with a hand under her arm. "Well, Penny, you 
were able to find this place and come here more than once without my 
knowledge.  That means that someone else could find it too.  I wouldn't 
want one of our neighbors to come along and find you coupled with one of 
the dogs. They probably wouldn't be as understanding as I am, so why 
don't we take a walk back to my house, and you can finish up with Caesar 
there?"

She thought for a moment, then answered seriously,"Oh you're right! I'd 
be totally embarrassed if somebody came along and saw me with the dogs!"

She started putting on the shorts and halter she had worn to the pool 
while I folded her blanket.

"You know, it's not much further to my house, if you go through the 
woods, than it is to here from your mom's place, why don't you just come 
there when you want to 'play' with my boys?  You'll have to call first, 
to make sure I don't have company, but nobody else will ever see what 
you do."

She looked up at me, surprised, the shorts hanging around her knees. 
"You'd let me do that?"

"Sure!" I smiled.

She reached out to hug me, exclaiming "Oh, thank you Mr. Brenneman!"

I swear, I do believe she ground her pelvis against my thigh several 
times as she held me!

As we walked through the woods, Penny chattered incessantly about pretty 
much anything that came into her head. First it was the dogs, then 
music, then school, then boys, and so on.  I found her to be a cheerful, 
delightful companion, and though some of her conclusions were flawed, 
primarily from lack of experience, she seemed to be in the habit of 
thinking for herself, and not just spouting what she'd heard from others.

As we got nearer the end of our walk, Penny suddenly wrapped both arms 
around one of mine and pulled me down to her level. "Mr. Brenneman, can 
I tell you a secret?"

Playfully, I stuck a pensive finger to my lips, as though thinking very 
hard. "Well, with what I already know about you, I suppose one more 
secret wouldn't hurt!"

She giggled then whispered conspiratorially, "You know who got me 
started fucking dogs?"

I scratched my head. "Daffy Duck?"

Penny whacked me on the shoulder, "No, silly! It was you!"

"Me?" I really was shocked.

She nodded slowly. "Remember that night a couple of months ago when you 
and the sheriff sat at the table next to ours in Lily's diner?"

At my nod, she continued in a rush, "I got such a crush just looking at 
you!  My pussy got all wet just thinking about what it would be like to 
be with you.  When I got home, my little dog Pepper was all over me, 
sniffing between my legs and everything.  I went out to the barn to get 
my chores done, and he followed me and started humping my leg.  Well, I 
was still horny as a billy goat, so finally I just laid back on a bale 
of hay and pushed my shorts down.  Next thing you know, Pepper's popped 
my cherry with his little dick, and his knot got big inside me, and I 
came like a freight train!  Well, about a week later, I went skinny 
dipping in your pool back there, and here comes Czar and Caesar out of 
the woods, while I'm laying on a rock enjoying the sun.  At first I was 
scared, but when they started sniffing and licking between my legs, I 
knew what they wanted, so I just got on my hands and knees and let them 
have it!  I was lucky Czar went first, but it still hurt like hell at 
first.  He's so much bigger than Pepper!"

I looked at her, concern showing in my face, "You are lucky! Dogs have 
no concept of gentleness, and you could have been hurt really bad."

"I know, now, but I got used to Czar pretty quick, and it worked out Ok."

We walked on in silence for a little while, Penny still hugging my arm 
between her budding breasts.  Finally, she stopped, and looked up with a 
serious expression on her face.

"Mr. Brenneman," she asked, still holding my arm, "would you fuck me?"

I struggled with the best way to phrase my answer and finally replied, 
"In a heartbeat, Penny, IF" and I held up a cautionary finger "I could 
be reasonably sure of not being arrested, AND your mother said it was ok."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about me telling anybody! But I can't ask 
my mom for permission! She'd go through the roof!"

I stopped and looked down at her. "Penny, this is very important!  There 
are good reasons for the statutory rape laws, though I don't think most 
of them apply here, and with the proper assurances that you won't talk, 
I'm willing to take the risk.  I can't, however, be the adult that makes 
this decision for you.  It's what's called a conflict of interest.  Even 
though I like you, and would like to think I'd do what's best for you, I 
want to fuck you at least as badly as you want me to, so I can't be sure 
that I wouldn't be selfish and say it's all right when you might be 
harmed in some way by it.  That's why your mom has to be involved.  If 
anyone in this world has your best interest at heart, it's her.  If you 
can't talk to her and get her to agree, we can't do it! It's as simple 
as that"

Penny's face lit up when she heard that I wanted her, too, but sobered 
again at the difficult choice I was giving her.

By the time we reached the house, Penny was no longer in the mood for 
sex with Caesar, so I gave her a soda and we argued some more.

"Come on, Mr. Brenneman!" she begged, "I didn't need Mom's permission to 
have sex with the dogs, and you went along with that!"

"I couldn't turn back the clock, Penny," I replied, "And there was no 
point in making you feel bad about it, since it apparently didn't hurt 
you, but if I had been there before you did it the first time, I would 
have done my best to prevent it, or at least make you get the opinion of 
someone who really cares about you!"

"But mom's already told me I can't have sex with boys!" Penny opined, "I 
just know she won't let me do this if she knows about it!"

I shrugged, "Can't be helped, Penny.  I won't do it without her 
approval, no matter how much I want to."

She tried a clumsy seduction then. My rejection came close to sending 
her into a tantrum - something I had been trying to avoid, but she held 
herself in check, dejectedly hung her head, and headed for the door.

"Penny!" I said, as she pushed open the screen, "There is a thing called 
experience that adults have and young people, no matter how smart they 
are, are only in the process of gaining.  The role of the the adult is 
to use his or her experience to guide the young people so that their 
experiences don't hurt them too badly, physically or psychology.  Your 
mom's experience is what you need to lean on before you dive into this. 
If you can't do that, then it's better that we don't take the risk, ok?"

Penny, who had stopped to listen, nodded half-heartedly, then let the 
screen door slam behind her.

I figured I had gotten out of that one cleanly, until two days later 
when I got a call from Sarah Noonan.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Brenneman, this is Sarah Noonan." she didn't sound terribly 
pleased, "I think we need to talk."

I didn't need to ask why. Sarah and I had previously spoken only to 
exchange pleasantries in passing, but just so she knew I knew, I asked 
"Penny?"

"Yes."

I thought for a moment.  "I'm getting ready to barbeque some chicken.  I 
can add some hamburgers and you two can join me for dinner, if you like."

"That's not necessary, Mr. Brenneman," she WAS pissed, "what I have to 
say to you I can say right now!"

I heard Penny in the background, "Mom! I already told you it was my 
idea, not his! He's the one that made me come to you!"

"Still, the way you talked to...!"

I cut her off.  "Ms. Noonan! Are you sure you want to have this 
conversation over the phone? Please, come over. You don't have to accept 
my food, but at least let's have a conversation, not a shouting match."

There was silence for a few seconds, then "We'll be there in half an hour!"

They arrived twenty minutes later, and though Sarah seemed to have 
calmed down a bit, I could see she was seething inside.

I forestalled questions by leading them around to the back yard where 
the chicken and hamburgers were in full sizzle on the iron grate of my 
natural stone barbeque. I offered Sarah a beer, which she took by 
reflex, and gave Penny a soda, waving them to seats on the lawn furniture.

When the immediate business of getting them settled in was over, Sarah 
started right in, "What's this about you wanting to screw my daughter!?"

I looked her square in the face and replied calmly, "Every male in the 
county wants to screw your daughter, Sarah.  I'm just the lucky guy to 
whom she chose to offer the opportunity to do so."

Penny giggled into her soda, earning a burning glance from her mom.

"So, instead of turning her down flat," Sarah shot back at me, "you send 
her to me to get permission?  What kind of pervert are you?"

I smiled through the smoke of the grill, turning burgers and checking 
the chicken for doneness. "It would take most of the evening for me to 
describe to you what kind of pervert I am, and I wouldn't do that 
anyway.  In answer to your question, however, I am the kind of pervert 
who will not screw your underage daughter, even though she practically 
threw herself at me, without your consent.  Your daughter is very 
intelligent, Sarah, and has a mind of her own, I'm sure you've noticed. 
  Had I tried to tell her I wasn't interested while sporting a hardon 
halfway down my thigh, she wouldn't have been convinced.  I elected to 
tell her the obvious truth instead of treating her like a child.  I also 
elected to place a couple of conditions on my acceptance of her offer: 
First, I would need to minimize my chances of being arrested, and second 
she had to have your permission.  To be honest, I didn't think she'd 
even have the nerve to approach you.  I think it speaks well for your 
relationship with your daughter that, in spite of her reluctance, she 
was able to broach the subject with you."

"So now you're going to try to talk me into letting you have sex with my 
daughter!?" her head was snaking back and forth atop her neck as if she 
were poised to strike.

"Actually, no.  I'm going to stay out of it. Convincing you is Penny's 
job, since this whole thing was her idea in the first place.  I will 
answer any questions you have as honestly as I can, but I'm not going to 
try to talk you into anything."

Sarah glared skeptically at me. "You mean you really don't want to have 
sex with Penny?"

"That's not what I said, Sarah." I replied evenly, "I'm just not going 
to try to help her convince you."

"Why not? If it's really what you want, why the fuck not!"

I looked at Penny.  "Would you like to tell her?"

Penny flashed me an 'I'll get you!' glare, then told her mom with an 
impish grin, "He's got a conflict of interest."

"Conflict of interest?" Sarah looked suspiciously back and forth between us.

Penny nodded, "Yeah, he really wants to fuck me, but he's not sure it's 
in my best interest."

Sarah stared open-mouthed at her daughter, then at me, temporarily at a 
loss for words.

Finally, she said "So let me get this straight! You" she pointed at 
Penny "want to fuck him," she pointed in my direction, "and you want to 
fuck her, but you won't do it without my permission?"

Penny and I nodded in unison. I had taken some of the burgers off the 
grill, and offered them to the ladies.  Penny got a plate and started 
assembling hers, her mother ignored the offer.

Sarah threw up her hands and said, "Well, the solution's obvious. I 
refuse to give my permission!"

She looked at me with a 'what do you have to say about THAT' glare, but 
when I offered her a plate loaded with chicken and potato salad, she 
took it.

I just shrugged and said "Ok."

Penny, however, was not so easily deterred. Through a mouthful of 
cheeseburger, she asked "Mom, do you know how I got to talking with Mr. 
Brenneman about this?"

Her mother, gingerly taking a bite of the still-hot chicken, shook her 
head, trying to keep from burning her mouth in the process.

"He caught me fucking his dogs." Penny was enjoying this a little too 
much, I thought.

The chicken landed on the grass. "He WHAT!"

"He caught me fucking..." she paused, "actually, being fucked by... his 
dogs! He was so cool about it!"

Sarah whirled on me, ready to attack. "You found one of your dogs 
fucking my baby, and didn't do anything about it!? You really ARE a sicko!"

I shrugged and stood my ground. "There wasn't anything TO do.  By the 
time I got there, Czar's knot was already inflating, and to have tried 
pulling them apart would have injured both - perhaps permanently."

I lied a little about the timing to avoid having to tell her how much 
her daughter was enjoying it.  I didn't know how much Penny was willing 
to reveal, and I wasn't going to rat her out.

Penny tugged at her mother's sleeve to get her attention. "Mom, calm 
down! I've been letting Czar and Caesar screw me for over a month now! I 
LOVE it!  He just happened to walk up while I was in the middle of 
getting royally screwed by Czar!  Thanks to him, I never did get around 
to Caesar, like I planned!"

It wasn't the whole truth, but who was I to interrupt when Penny was on 
a roll?

Sarah stared at her daughter, aghast, "You've been letting them fuck you 
for more than a month? How COULD you?"

Penny just grinned that impish little grin of hers. She knew she had her 
mother on the ropes, but I wasn't sure she was fighting the right 
battle. "It was FUN, mom! You should try it! Those dogs really know how 
to stick it to a girl! Besides, they weren't the first."

Sarah, reeling under the impact of Penny's revelations, gasped "Not the 
first? Then who...?"

"Pepper." Penny said, simply.

"Pepper?" Sarah was still lost. "Pepper's been screwing you too!?"

Penny relented a little and took her mother's hand. "Mom, I'm a horny 
teenager! I promised you I wouldn't let boys mess with me, but I had to 
do something!  At least the dogs won't give me AIDS or get me pregnant!"

"So why HIM! Why do you want to have sex with a man who's so much older 
than you?" Sarah was having trouble tracking, apparently.

Penny gently cradled her mother's head in both hands and turned it in my 
direction. "LOOK at him mom! He's just SUCH a TOTAL HUNK!  Even you said 
so - remember, that night in the cafe?"

Sarah flushed and replied, "I I didn't... I mean that's not... Oh shit! 
Why did you have to pick THAT night to finally listen to me!? Besides, I 
thought the dogs were doing it for you - not that I approve, mind you, 
but you're right about them not giving you AIDS or getting you pregnant 
- can you say the same for him?"

They both looked at me with the same question in their eyes.

"I had a vasectomy years ago," I volunteered, "and I can promise that I 
have no communicable diseases. I'll provide medical certification, if 
you like."

"Besides, Mom," Penny chimed in, "as great as the dogs are, they don't 
have hands, and they pretty much only care about getting themselves off. 
  I want to see what it's like with a real person - someone who knows 
what he's doing."

Sarah, finally getting her bearings, slumped into a lawn chair and took 
a long pull from her beer.

She looked pleadingly in her daughter's direction. "Honey, I know I 
haven't been the best mother, but what have I done to deserve this?"

Penny sat on the arm of her mother's chair and put an arm around her 
shoulder. "But you HAVE been the best mother!  I know it hasn't been 
easy raising me by yourself, and I haven't exactly been the easiest 
child to raise, but on the whole, I'd say you've done pretty well.  I'm 
doing well in school, and even though I don't have a lot of friends, 
it's more their fault for being so narrow minded.  At least you got me 
the karate training that kept their teasing from becoming bullying, and 
I'm really grateful for that!"

"I'd like to add," I butted in, "that I've been expecting to hear the 
old 'because I told you so' parental cop out for some time now, and the 
fact that it hasn't been forthcoming is a tribute to your dedication as 
a mother."

Sarah looked from me to her daughter and back, then back at Penny. 
"Honey, I don't know what to tell you on this.  Every instinct I have as 
a mother screams at me to get you away from this pedophile as quickly as 
I can, but it's clearly not him pursuing you.  You know I love you, and 
I'd do just about anything to make you happy, but how can I give you 
permission to sleep with a man who's old enough to be MY father?  I know 
it's what you want, and I know you think it's the right thing to do, but 
how do any of us know that at some time down the road, when you're 
older, you won't turn into some crazed serial killer or worse, for 
having slept with him when you're so young?"

Penny threw her hands in the air, frustration showing in her voice. "How 
can any of us know what the future holds? I've read about girls who were 
traumatized their whole lives after having sex with an older man, but in 
every case, the man somehow manipulated the girl into doing something 
she wouldn't normally do. This is something I'm already doing - just 
with a different species.  Maybe I WILL become a psychopath down the 
road, or MAYBE I'll learn enough about sex to keep other men from taking 
advantage of me sexually and making me pregnant before I want to be!"

"Penny!" I said sharply "Play fair!"

She looked abashed, but Sarah shook her head, "No, it's a fair argument. 
  Maybe if I'd been more knowledgeable about sex, George Ralston 
wouldn't have been able to take advantage of me and then leave me to 
raise Penny on my own."

"I see," Sarah said, studying me "that you know about that. What else do 
you know about me?"

I shrugged, "It's a small community, Sarah, and people like to talk.  I 
know you've got a reputation as the town slut, but from what I can see, 
after one major indiscretion you just kept to yourself and did your best 
to raise your daughter on your own.  All the rest - gentleman visitors 
at all hours of the night, etc. seems to be based more on rumor than fact."

She gave me a long look, "You're a person who'll bear watching, I think. 
  There's more to you than most people know."

"People draw their own conclusions about what they see," I said, 
noncommitally "I just try to make sure they only see what I want them to 
see."

"Do you consider yourself a moral person, Mr. Brenneman?" She took 
another pull from her beer.

I shook my head. "No. Personally, I think morality is a smokescreen 
behind which corrupt people hide immoral deeds.  I generally try to act 
out of what I think of as 'enlightened self-interest'."

Sarah raised an eybrow. "'Enlightened self-interest'? Now that sounds 
like a smokescreen if I ever heard one!"

"No, not really." I took a moment to organize my thoughts before 
continuing, "I made the effort, some time ago, to identify for myself 
those things that are most important to me - fundamental principles, if 
you will. In case you're wondering, sex with underage girls, even ones 
as pretty as Penny here, is not one of them, it's just one of the things 
I do for fun, if the opportunity arises.  Most of my decision making is 
based on not violating those principles.  In that light, pretty much 
everything I do, I do for my own reasons and usually for my own benefit."

She looked confused, "So why didn't you just go ahead and screw Penny 
when she propositioned you?"

"Because it would have violated one or more of those principles. 
Without revealing too many secrets about myself, I will tell you that I 
believe that until a person has proven him- or herself unworthy of 
respect, that person should be treated with respect. In addition, I have 
noted in my own life, that the better I treat those around me, the 
better my own life seems to flow.  Had I accepted Penny's offer 
outright, it would have been extremely disrespectful to you.  As a 
possible direct consequence, even if Penny never said anything to 
anyone, you might eventually have discovered what we were doing and had 
me arrested. Therefore it was in my best interest to either get you on 
board or not take the risk of going through with it."

I drank from my own beer, then continued, "Viewed from one perspective, 
the act seems selfless, even noble.  From another it's base and selfish. 
You fill in your own motivation. People are complex, but I happen to 
believe that even the most selfless acts have selfish motivations.  If I 
give a homeless person money, do I do it because I'm just generous, or 
because I get a good feeling from doing it?  If a soldier throws himself 
on a live grenade, does he do it because he wants to save the lives of 
others, or because he couldn't stand the thought of being the one left 
alive after the grenade went off, with comrades lying dead around him? 
I don't believe that viewing things in this light makes other people 
look worse, given that we're all pretty much the same.  It simply helps 
us to understand them better.

"All that said, I have other reasons, also in my best interest, that I 
don't think I'm going to discuss with you, just now, except to say that 
I mean neither you or you daughter any harm."

Sarah tried to turn my own argument back on me. "But isn't that being 
disrespectful to me?"

"No, that's not trusting you - a separate issue." I replied evenly, 
"Another of my principles is to never trust anyone too much until they 
have proven worthy of that trust, or until I can verify that they 
believe it is strongly in their best interest to not betray my trust. 
For instance, I don't yet know Penny well enough to trust her 
implicitly, even though I'm inclined to do so.  For most interactions 
we're likely to have, however, I can trust her not to reveal too much 
because it's not in her best interest for me to reveal what I know about 
her and her relationship with my dogs."

At the women's alarmed expression, I held up a placating hand. "Don't 
panic! You both know enough about me and the dog incident that it would 
be damaging to me if I were to tell what I know, because then you and 
Penny would tell your stories. So in this matter, at least, we can trust 
each other.  The other part, about me not wanting to tell you all my 
motivations, is a separate issue that will become clear if and when we 
reach that level of trust."

Sarah leaned back in her chair staring pensively into the darkening sky. 
"If, IF I should consent to this, God forbid, how would I know you 
wouldn't hurt Penny?"

"I can't promise she'll not feel pain, Ms. Noonan.  Just the disparity 
in our sizes makes that almost impossible. What I can and will guarantee 
is that she'll sustain no physical injury.  I can be a rough, demanding 
lover when the situation warrants it, but when circumstances are 
otherwise, as they would be with her, I know ways of preparing a woman 
for pleasure that the Kama Sutra never thought of.

Penny's ears had perked up at this last exchange. "You mean you'll let 
me do it?"

Sarah was taken aback, "I still haven't decided, dear!  I'm so afraid 
that you'll be terribly hurt, or worse!"

"Let me show you something, Mother." she plopped down beside Caesar who 
was engaged in his second favorite hobby - licking himself.  Penny spit 
into one hand, and with the other started stroking Caesar's sheath up 
and down his shaft. As the pink, pointy end nudged it's way further out 
of the hairy tube, her saliva-slicked hand went to work on the sensitive 
flesh. She apparently knew what he liked, because in moments he had a 
full, dripping erection surrounded in the middle by his softball sized 
knot.  When Penny was satisfied that he was at full staff, she moved 
aside, giving Sarah a good look at the angry purple spear with the 
enormous bulge near its base.

"This is what I've been fucking, Mom!" she gave it an obscene shake, 
causing Caesar to whimper slightly.  "If I can take this without getting 
hurt, I think I can handle Mr. Brenneman!"

Sarah's hand was at her breast, her eyes wide with shock. "Oh My God, 
Penny! How did you ever...?"

Penny smiled back at her mom, "Oh, it hurt the first time, big time! But 
once I got used to it, it was DIVINE!"

Sarah looked at me, as if asking for help.

"Hey, don't look at me!" I shrugged, smiling "I'm conflicted, remember?"

Penny went back to her mother's chair and sat on it's arm. "Please, Mom? 
  Mr. Brenneman is a really nice man, and I just know he won't hurt me!"

"But Penny," Sarah wailed, "you're only fourteen, and he's..."

When she looked at me questioningly, I filled in, "...forty six."

"...forty six!" she continued "By the time you're my age, he'll be sixty 
two!"

The tiny blonde teenager shook her head exasperatedly at her mom. 
"Mother! I want to FUCK him, not MARRY him!  I'm way too young to even 
think about marrying ANYBODY!"

"No offense, Mr. Brenneman!" she shot over her shoulder at me.

"None taken, Penny." Then, to Sarah, "Marriage wasn't exactly on my mind 
either, Ms. Noonan."

Finally, Sarah drained the last of her beer and said, "Look, let me 
sleep on it, ok?  You don't seem to be the monster I thought you were, 
but I'm still not sure this is right for Penny."

I took her empty, saying "Sure.  This is a decision that shouldn't be 
made quickly."

I saw them back to their pickup, then went around back and fed the dogs 
the uneaten hamburgers.

I didn't hear from either of them for a couple of days, and was 
beginning to think that the whole thing would just blow over.

I was working in my shop when the phone rang.  When I picked up the shop 
extension, Sarah didn't wait for my 'Hello', but started right in.

"Mr. Brenneman, this is Sarah Noonan.  Look, I've gone over this from 
every angle I can think of, and while I've still got butterflies in my 
stomach over it, I just can't think of a good reason not to let it 
happen." I could hear her take a deep breath on the other end of the 
line, "So I'm giving my consent, but there are conditions!"

I waited, muttering "Uh huh." just to let her know I was listening.

"First, I need to be there."

I didn't see a need to tell her that that was one of my conditions as 
well, so I just said, "Ok."

"Second, she's got to stop 'playing' with your dogs!"

"I can't promise that, Sarah.  I didn't even know she was doing it until 
the other day, and if she chooses to find another out of the way place 
to play with the dogs when neither of us is watching, she can do that. 
They like her."

She thought for a moment. "Ok, but you're not to encourage her!"

"I can promise that if it's what you really want, but are you sure you 
want to make it so that the only way she can play with them is where 
neither of us can supervise?"

"On shit! I hadn't thought of it that way!" there was silence for a 
moment "Yeah, you're right. If she wants to do it, it should at least be 
where an adult can watch, and help if the dogs get too rough."

I didn't say anything, and after a while she continued, "So how do you 
want to do this?"

"Why don't you two come over for dinner tomorrow night, and we'll talk 
about it?" I invited.

I didn't want to sound like I was in a rush, despite my own excitement 
over the prospect of bedding her beautiful young daughter.

"Ok. We'll be there about seven?"

"That sounds good, Sarah," then I thought of something else, "and Sarah? 
Why don't the two of you dress up?  We'll make it a special night."

They both looked ravishing when they arrived at seven on the dot. 
Sarah's five foot four inch frame was tightly sheathed in a black 
evening gown that left little to the imagination.  Her hair was a darker 
shade of blonde than Penny's and cut just below her ears in a modifed 
pageboy, with bangs sweeping left to right across her forehead.  Sarah's 
figure was lush, with lovely, soft curves in all the right places, but 
in profile her belly was flat with only a slight rounding just above her 
pubic bone, which showed prominently through the clinging material of 
the dress. The cloth of the dress clung lovingly to her shoulders, 
sweeping low across the tops of her breasts and dipping to a daring 
depth between them.  I thought if I got close enough, I'd be able to see 
her navel through the cleft.

Penny was similarly attired in black, though her dress clung less 
tightly to her slender hips and torso.  I was pleased to see that she 
had elected not to wear a bra, and the flat little mounds of her budding 
breasts pushed her conical aureolae and tiny nipples fetchingly against 
the gauzy fabric of her gown, whose high neckline provided an excellent 
backdrop for a lovely diamond and ruby pendant.  Her long platinum hair 
was gathered at the back of her head in a severe bun, that made her look 
very elegant while highlighting her long, slender neck, and delicate 
ears. She wore no other jewelry, and the effect was stunning.

Both ladies wore high heels which shaped their calves, highlighted 
tantalizingly by the slits running down one side of each skirt.  As 
Sarah climbed the stairs to my porch, I thought I caught a glimpse of 
stocking top and garter.

In my tuxedo, I ushered the ladies into the dining room where a catered 
meal from one of the finest establishments in San Francisco awaited us, 
lit only by the candles in the middle of the table and on the sideboard. 
  Only one of the caterers remained to act as waiter, and he had 
instructions to disappear immediately after dessert.

For this occasion I removed the large dining table and substituted a 
smaller, round one that allowed the three of us to enjoy a more intimate 
meal.

For the duration of the meal, which was served in seven courses, I kept 
the conversation light - steering it away from the evening's real 
purpose, but allowing it to skirt sexual subjects, leaving plenty of 
opportunity for titillating innuendo and sexual metaphor.  Sarah and 
Penny joined willingly in my little game, blushing prettily at the 
thoughts that were evoked, and contributing their own double entendres 
and risque anecdotes.

After dessert, the caterer served us each a small glass of excellent 
port, and, at my nod, took his leave.  Penny picked up her glass and 
shot her mother an inquiring look.  At Sarah's nod of acquiesence, she 
took a sip of the sugary wine.

Delight spread across her face as the little girl made an appearance 
from behind the facade of the sophisticated young lady. "This is good!"

She made as if to down the rest of the glass, but I gently restrained 
her hand. "Easy, Penny, that stuff is stronger than it tastes. Relax, 
and sip it slowly."

Looking across at Sarah, I asked, "Shall we move this into the other 
room?" I nodded toward the living room.

I deliberately left my untouched glass on the table as the ladies picked 
up theirs and followed me into the other room. I seated myself in the 
center of the sofa, and Penny, as if it were the most natural thing to 
do, sat on my left, close against my thigh.  Sarah made for one of the 
armchairs, but I caught her eye and patted the sofa to my right.

She hesitated for a moment, trying to divine my intentions, but joined 
us on the sofa. I reached into my pocket momentarily and fingered a 
sequence of buttons.  When I got the answering pattern of vibrations 
from my security system that told me the caterer had really left the 
premises, I turned to Sarah.  "I understand that you have given Penny 
permission to have sex with me, is that still the case?"

This was as much for the security recordings for my protection should 
Sarah change her mind later as it was to confirm that we had the go ahead.

Sarah nodded. By now I had an arm around each of their shoulders, and 
was gently stroking them - Sarah, on her bare flesh with my fingertips, 
and Penny through her dress, with my palm.

I turned to Penny. "Do you still want to have sex with me?"

At her eager nod, I asked, "Do you mind if your mother watches, to make 
sure I don't harm you?"

Sarah's face twisted up, but kept its smile as she replied, "It's a 
little weird, but no, I don't mind."

I leaned over and kissed Sarah on the cheek, whispering in her ear. 
"We're going to ignore you for a little while, ok?  This first part 
needs to be for Penny alone.  Later, if you feel like joining in, well, 
just go with the flow."

I took my arm from Sarah's shoulder and reached across, lifting Penny's 
chin with the edge of my forefinger.  Slowly, gazing passionately into 
her eyes, I leaned over and kissed her gently. Her mouth opened to greet 
me, and her arms slipped around my neck as my tongue slowly entered her 
mouth. She moaned into my mouth and pressed urgently against me.  I felt 
Sarah move to a chair across the room so she could get a better view.

Standing up, I held out my hand for Penny's, helping her to her feet and 
turning her by the shoulders until she was facing away from me, offering 
a lovely profile to her mother.

I slowly pulled the tab of her zipper to it's stop and slipped the 
fabric of the dress off one shoulder, taking care to use the flat of my 
hand whenever I touched her so I wouldn't set off her tickle reflexes. 
I bent, open mouthed, and firmly, but gently, kissed the curve of her 
neck where it met her slender shoulder, sending a shudder through her 
body.  I repeated the procedure on the other side, this time eliciting a 
low moan, as I gently bit the soft flesh of her shoulder. With the front 
of the dress still hiding her chest, I slipped my hands underneath her 
arms inside the fabric, and engulfed her delicate breasts, warming them 
in the palms of my hands.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Sarah rubbing her thighs together 
as she watched from her chair.

Penny's hands came up and cupped mine from outside the fabric, pressing 
them more firmly to her chest.  Returning to the other shoulder, I 
kissed and bit softly, just letting her feel the pressure of my teeth, 
while rolling her tender nipples between thumb and forefinger.

Penny moaned and wrapped one arm around my neck as I continued to nibble 
at her neck and shoulders, her other hand pulling mine tighter to her 
breast, her little buttocks grinding against me through the diaphanous 
cloth.

I gently forced Penny's arms to her sides, and slid the dress off her 
arms, letting it fall to puddle around her feet.  To my utter delight, 
she too wore a garter belt and stockings, surmounted by a sheer lacy 
panty that was cut high on the sides and only covered about half of her 
slender buttocks.  I didn't take a lot of time admiring her, since I 
didn't want her standing there, cold and alone, too long.

Resuming my position behind her, I pulled her close against me by 
reaching across the front of her body to recapture her right nipple with 
my left hand, while slipping the flat of my right hand down to cover her 
mound. Penny gasped and when her head lolled back against my shoulder, I 
took her right earlobe between my lips and nibbled at it gently, sending 
chills down her spine.

Sarah was breathing heavily. She had both hands clasped between her 
thighs, and couldn't seem to find a comfortable position in her chair.

"Undress me?" I whispered into Penny's ear.

Reluctantly, she stepped clear of the ring of dress fabric, showing off 
a pair of long, slender legs that any model would have killed for. 
Fumbling from nervousness, lust, and unfamiliarity with the fastenings 
on men's clothes, she still had me out of my tuxedo, shirt, trousers and 
shoes in very short order, and was kneeling at my feet staring fixedly 
at the tent in my boxers.

As she reached for it, I gently pulled her to her feet.  I kissed her 
again, and cradling her shoulders with my right arm while hers were 
around my neck, bent quickly to sweep my left in behind her knees and 
pick her up.  Looking over my shoulder at Sarah, with an 'are you 
coming?' glance, I carried my baby lover into my bedroom and laid her 
gently on the bed.  The lights were on a dimmer and I had turned them 
low before the ladies arrived. In their softened glow, Penny's face 
seemed to radiate a light of its own.

Sarah slipped into the room and headed for the chair beside the bed. As 
she passed me, I touched her shoulder, and reaching for the zipper at 
the back of her dress, asked "May I?"

She was torn by indecision but finally the sight of her lovely daughter 
waiting on the bed for my return overcame her and she nodded. I unzipped 
her and helped her slip the dress off, then held out my hand toward the 
chair in an invitation for her to sit, while I admired her more 
voluptous figure, laciviously clothed in garter belt, stockings, high 
heels, and an almost non-existent thong.

It was not Sarah's turn, however, and I returned to the bed where my 
young lover lay, unconsciously licking her lips at the sight of her 
beautiful mother, clad in such a lust inciting manner.

One at a time, I lifted her long, shapely legs, and slowly slipped the 
high heeled sandals from her tiny feet, kissing each foot as it came 
free.  From this angle, I could see the moisture seeping through the 
crotch of her panties.  I reached past her knees and slowly peeled the 
garment down her legs, holding it to my nose and sniffing the delicate 
aroma.

Penny watched this display through lust-filled eyes.  Dropping the 
panties over the bedpost, I quickly skinned out of my boxers and knelt 
beside her on the bed, my dripping erection slapping my belly each time 
I moved.  The young teenager reached for it as I climbed on the bed, but 
I gently forced her hands up and back, whispering, "Pretend they're tied 
there!"

She moaned in frustration, but did as I asked, and I bent and kissed her 
again on the mouth.  After a long, lingering kiss, during which my hands 
roamed freely over her body, I worked my way down her torso, touching 
only with the flats of my hands, my lips, and my tongue.  When I reached 
the tender mounds on her chest, I mouthed each of them for a good long 
while, playing with the nipples with my tongue, ever so gently nipping 
them with my teeth, and occasionally sucking the entire breast into my 
mouth.

Penny's breath rasped in her throat between moans and her pussy leaked 
fluid over my fingers as they played inside her, gently stroking her G 
spot as my palm rested on her clit.  Her hips rhythmically rose and 
fell, trying to suck my invading digits in further.

When I changed position and replaced my hand with my tongue, Penny 
shrieked her way through her first orgasm.  I didn't let up, though, and 
continued to suck, lick and nibble at her most private flesh, while my 
hands kneaded her breasts and abused her poor little nipples.  Three 
more times she came, each louder and longer than the last.  As she 
approached the precipice for her fifth climax, I suddenly backed off, 
leaving her moaning in frustration.

I changed position until I was kneeling between her slender legs, her 
diminutive body all but disappearing under my larger frame.  With the 
tip of my engorged cock resting at the sopping entrance to her pussy, I 
bent and whispered in her ear. "Are you ready for me, Penny?"

She threw her arms around me and thrust upward with her pelvis, moaning, 
"Oooooh, yesss!"

I pulled back as she pushed forward, eliciting another frustrated moan, 
then grabbed her hips and held them steady as I allowed myself to sink 
slowly into her depths, watching her face for signs of pain.  The ring 
of her entrance had no trouble accepting me, since it had many times 
swallowed the semi-inflated knots of the dog cocks, but when I started 
beyond the reach of their knots, her eyes shot open, and a small grimace 
tightened her mouth.  I'm not as long as the dogs, but my shaft is 
thicker than the part of theirs that precedes the knot, so I slowed and 
allowed her to become accustomed to my girth.

With four inches of my cock still cooling in the breeze, its head came 
up against the hard bump of her cervix. Penny's eyes could have burned 
me with the intensity of their passion as she said, "Oooooh, that's the 
place! That's the secret pleasure hole! If you push hard enough, you can 
go inside and it'll drive me WILD!"

I held still and cautioned, "It will hurt, Penny. I'm bigger around than 
the dogs."

She thrust upward and said loudly, "I don't care! Just do it!  I want 
you all the way inside!"

I glanced over at Sarah, whose left hand was pinching and pulling at her 
nipple while her right hand shuttled rapidly back and forth inside her 
thong. She shrugged and nodded, her strokes getting more intense as she 
contemplated what I was about to attempt.

Fortunately for both of us, the dogs had entered this inner sanctum a 
number of times, so it was accustomed to being penetrated, but try as I 
might, there was no way to push my cock gently through the muscular 
ring.  Finally, on one desperate plunge, with Penny pushing against my 
thrust, the head of my cock burst through the constriction and banged 
against the end of her womb as my balls slapped the cheeks of her ass.

Penny went rigid and shrieked in agony.  I didn't dare pull out for fear 
that it would just magnify the pain. Sarah was at Penny's side in an 
instant, but Penny, through gritted teeth, pushed her away. "I'm, 
aaaggghh! I'm o-ok, Mom! Just let me get used to it! This isn't nearly 
as bad as when Czar did it the first time!"

Reluctantly, Sarah went back to her chair, and I held as still as I 
could while Penny's insides spasmed around my bloated cock, struggling 
to accommodate its girth.  Sweat broke out on her grimacing face, but 
after a while she was able to relax a bit.  Soon, her hips started 
moving experimentally, then with more assurance, as the tortured muscles 
gradually stretched around me.

"Oooooooooh!" she cooed "Now try pulling it out, slowly!"

I did as she instructed, and we both shivered at the sensation of the 
tight little ring sliding off the tip of my glans. When I was almost all 
the way out, she grabbed my buttocks and guided me back in. This time, 
it took much less pressure to glide through the constrictive opening, 
and though Penny grimaced a bit, she kept pulling me inward.  Once again 
my cock stretched the top of her womb as a beatific grin crept across 
her features.

Using her hands on my hips to guide me, she gradually increased the 
speed of my thrusts until she was satisfied that she could take me 
easily, then she threw her legs around my waist, her arms around my 
neck, and whispered fiercely in my ear, "Now! Do it! Fuck me, Mr. 
Brenneman! Fuck my slutty little underage ass off!"

Those instructions seemed pretty clear, so, still mindful of the frailty 
of her fourteen year-old frame, I began pistoning rapidly in and out of 
her gushing, grasping little pussy, slamming her into the mattress as 
hard as I dared.  Penny moaned, groaned, shrieked and spasmed her way 
through six or seven more orgasms as I did my best to nail her to the 
mattress, using every trick I knew to hold off my own culmination.

When I felt I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, I unwrapped 
Penny's legs from my waist and gently pushed them toward her shoulders. 
  As I suspected, she was quite limber and I had no difficulty crossing 
her ankles behind her head. At first puzzled, Penny soon caught on and 
helped me out by dropping her arms to trap her legs behind her.

I raised up on my hands and asked her, "Are you ready? I'm going really 
deep this time!"

She nodded and waited expectantly as I slowly pushed in as far as I 
could go, her hooded eyes going large and round as I probed deeper than 
ever before.  When I saw no signs of pain, however, I resumed my 
thrusting, reveling in the exquisite sensation of her cervix gobbling up 
first my glans then several inches of my shaft before I collided with 
the spongy walls of her womb, then luxuriating to the feel of it sucking 
and nibbling at me on the outstroke.

I gradually increased my pace until I was once again pounding her 
fragile little pelvis into the mattress, going deeper and deeper with 
each stroke as my cock swelled to unheard of dimensions.  Penny met 
every stroke and scrabbled at my waist with her hands, pulling me into 
her harder and harder.  She thrashed and moaned beneath me as I plumbed 
depths that not even the dog's formidable shafts had reached.  As I 
reached my peak, I plunged deep into her womb and held her tightly to me 
as my abnormally swollen member grew even larger before finally erupting 
like a geyser deep inside her spasming belly.  The heat of my discharge 
sent Penny over the edge and her hips circled my impaling shaft several 
times before jerking rapidly three or four times as she screamed her 
orgasm to the gods, her clasping muscles milking every drop of juice 
from my rapidly wilting member.

On the other side of the room, I heard Sarah's moans, and, out of the 
corner of my eye, saw her body curl up around the hand in her crotch, 
then shoot out straight as a board, staring fixedly at the tableau on 
the bed.

My arms and legs felt like jelly, but I forced myself up and gently 
un-pretzeled Penny's legs while she lay in a stupor beneath me. Hooking 
one of my legs over hers, I rolled sideways, bringing her with me, until 
I lay on my back with Penny's body draped on top, still twitching and 
spasming occasionally around my still embedded cock.

We lay like that for several minutes, Sarah and I catching our breath 
while Penny slowly came back to life.  When she had the strength to 
move, she stretched her face up to mine, and tenderly kissed my lips, 
whispering, "Thank you, Mr. Brenneman! That was everything I hoped for!"

We rested a few more minutes as our breathing slowly returned to normal, 
then, from Sarah's corner, came a hoarse whisper, rasping out of her dry 
throat, "Finish it!"

Penny and I both looked quizzically at her.

She cleared her throat, then repeated, "Finish it!  She's got two more 
holes and she might as well get them all broken in at once!"

I pushed a few strands of Penny's hair out of my face and looked at her. 
She didn't seem as angry as the words sounded, but looked very determined.

"That's pretty much up to Penny, Sarah!" I said, hoping to head off a 
nasty scene.

Penny rolled off me, moaning as my limp member slid from the grasp of 
her slimy hole. "What are you talking about? What's to finish? What do 
you mean I have two more holes?"

Then it hit her and she gasped, "You mean my mouth? And my...?"

Penny's hand involuntarily reached behind her, as if to protect her 
backside.

Sarah's face softened, but didn't lose its determination. "That's right, 
sweetie. If you're going to learn about sex, you might as well learn all 
of it."

Penny looked lost. "Can you do that? Can you get fucked in the mouth and 
the...butt?"

Sarah smiled, "Yes, dear, you can! In fact some men like those places 
more than your pussy."

I thought it was time to put my two cents worth in, and said, "Yes, 
Penny, it's physically possible to do that, and many women, though not 
all, enjoy it. In this particular case, however, you had an easier time 
accepting me in your pussy because you'd already had the dogs.  That's 
not the case with your mouth and ass."

Penny looked at her mom, then back at me. "If I want to, will you help 
me? Will you teach me how, Mr. Brenneman?"

I studied Penny's tiny body before answering. "There's no way you're 
going to get more than the head of my cock in your mouth without 
damaging something, so a true mouth fuck is out of the question. With 
time and patience, and a little luck, we might be able to get it up your 
ass, but it will hurt like hell!  If I were you, I'd either find someone 
smaller, or wait until you're bigger."

Penny looked troubled. "Please, Mr. Brenneman! Isn't there something you 
can do?"

Suddenly, as I listened to Penny, a bolt of inspiration hit me, and I 
snapped my fingers and exclaimed, "Yes! If your mom will help!?"

As I said this I looked pointedly in Sarah's direction. She looked 
confused, and a little skeptical, but slowly nodded her head, after all, 
this part was her idea.

"Wait here!" I told them, and, still naked, I grabbed the remote from my 
pants pocket in the living room and made a mad dash to the dungeon.  I 
returned a few minutes later with a small duffle filled with the items I 
thought we'd need.  Dropping it on the bed, I unzipped it and turned to 
Penny.

"Now, there's no way your throat can handle something the size of me, 
and even taking me in your mouth you risk a dislocated jaw, so I'm going 
to ask your mother to teach you the fine art of fellatio - oral sex 
performed on a man." With that, I motioned Sarah over, and from the 
duffle, pulled out a dildo harness with a six inch, lifelike dildo 
already attached.

I had Sarah step though the leg loops, then snugged the device against 
her crotch, getting a little grunt out of her as the clit stimulator 
inside nestled into her folds and bumped her still sensitive button.

Comprehension dawned on both of their faces as I made the final 
adjustments and Penny's mom stood there beside the bed sporting a new cock.

Penny giggled, and in a mock-seductive voice, asked "Can I suck your 
cock, mom?" Then went into fits of hysterical laughter at her own joke, 
rolling backwards on the bed as she did.

Moments later, she shrieked for a different reason as I jammed a 
fingerful of K-Y up her unprepared rectum. "Hey! What the hell are you 
doing!?"

I grinned down at her and said "Starting the process of preparing your 
ass for my cock!"

Penny grumbled a bit, but soon got used to the presence of my finger in 
her rear. At least her laughing fits had stopped.

"Ok, Penny, what I want you to do is lay down on your back with your 
head hanging over the edge of the bed, there by your mother. Sarah, I've 
laid out a series of dildos within easy reach there," I pointed to the 
row of rubber cocks that ranged between seven and ten inches long, with 
varying thicknesses. "Start with the one you're wearing, and as she gets 
used to it, swap it out for the next one. I'll leave it up to you to 
decide how much she can handle. I'm going to be doing something similar 
on this end, and Penny, your job is to concentrate on giving each of 
those dildos the best feeling you can, as if they were real cocks.  Can 
you do that?"

She looked dubious, but nodded her head.

"Ok, just so you know, I'm going to start putting things in your cute 
little butt. Each one will be a little bit bigger than the last, so 
there'll be some stretching and maybe a little bit of pain each time I 
change dildos, but since we're not going right to the big ones, 
hopefully it won't be too bad."

She nodded again.

Sarah looked flushed as she offered her 'cock' to Penny's mouth, and I 
couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or arousal, but she didn't 
hesitate to stick the plastic phallus between her daughter's lovely 
lips. "Wrap your tongue around it, dear. Imagine it's a lollipop or an 
ice cream cone. That's it, Penny. Make it feel really good."

As she coached her daughter, Sarah rocked more and more of the dildo 
into her. "It's going to touch the back of your throat pretty soon, 
sweetheart, and that'll make you feel like throwing up, but don't give 
in to that feeling. Take a deep breath and relax your throat. No! Don't 
let it get to you! There you go baby! That's it! Now relax a little 
more...Good! It's all the way in now, Penny. Just relax and breathe 
through your nose. Just relax...  That's great, dear, now I'm going to 
pull it out and we'll start again. Here we go!"

As the plastic shaft cleared Penny's throat, I quickly shoved a four 
inch sharply tapered butt plug up her ass. It wasn't much thicker at its 
widest point than my finger, so after a quick flinch of surprise, she 
relaxed and accepted its presence.  As Sarah started inward again, I 
took hold of the flared base and worked the little probe slowly in and 
out a couple of inches at a time. Penny's hips started working in time 
with the dildo as she rhythmically sucked and licked the dildo invading 
her mouth. I picked up the next size probe, a still slender six incher 
that was slightly thicker than the first.

I dipped it in the lube and showed it to Sarah. She nodded and unsnapped 
the dildo from her harness, leaving it embedded in Penny's throat. She 
quickly attached the seven inch, slightly thicker one, pulled out the 
smaller one, and started inserting the larger as though it was just the 
return stroke from the first. Penny moaned a little as the two larger 
probes embedded themselves in her body, but didn't seem to be in any 
real distress. Soon she was grinding her hips against the one in her ass 
while trying to strip the rubber off the one in her mouth.

Sarah and I continued for an hour like this, until we had progressed to 
the largest dildos I had made available. Try as she might, Penny 
couldn't accept the ten inch dildo beyond its head, so Sarah went back 
to the nine inch and started instructing her daughter in the finer 
points of pleasing a man's cock with her mouth - coaching her not only 
on what to do with her mouth and tongue, but how to use her hands to 
fondle available body parts, and even stick a finger or two up the guy's 
ass to massage his prostate.  Watching this, I just knew I had to test 
Sarah's technique at the earliest opportunity.

Penny's ass, being more flexible than her mouth, eventually accepted and 
ultimately enjoyed a thick ten-inch dildo. After plying her increasingly 
willing ass with the plastic for another fifteen minutes, and even 
wringing a small climax out of her, I pulled it out and turned her face 
down, with her little white butt in the air, telling her to grab her 
ankles and hold on.  After lubing my own cock, which had regained its 
former glory some time ago, I aligned it with her no longer tiny pucker, 
and slid in to the hilt in one long, slow, greasy, exquisite slide.

Feeling the warmth of my cock, instead of the cool plastic of the dildo, 
Penny emitted a low moan into the bedclothes, and ground herself against 
me, squeezing and massaging my flesh with the tight sheath of her ass.

"How does that feel, Penny?" I breathed in her ear, "How do you like 
having a big cock in your guts?"

"Ummmmmmm!" she rotated her hips experimentally, "It aches a little, 
deep inside, but, oh GOD, it feels, uhhhh, wierd, oooo, wonderful, 
aaaahhh, soft and like, hard at the same time. It's sooooo NASTY! I 
can't BELIEVE how far it reaches inside me! OOOOOH GODDD!"

She shuddered through another small climax just thinking about what we 
were doing.

Just as slowly as I entered, I withdrew until I could see the ring of 
her anus bulging out around the collar of my glans.

Penny released her ankles and reached behind her to pull me back in.

"Tell me how you feel, Penny!" I whispered "Let your mom and I know what 
you're feeling! Keep telling us as I fuck your tiny little butt with my 
big ol' nasty dick!"

"OOOH, yeah!" she cried "I love it when you're deep inside me! Fuck me 
deep and hard! Oh, no! Oh don't pull out! I feel so empty! ooooOOOOO! 
Like THAT! It feels like you're fucking my stomach, and my ass just 
loves feeling you slide in and out!"

I continued prodding her, slow and deep, for several minutes while she 
raved about the feeling, getting more and more animated around my shaft. 
  The feeling around my cock of her guts churning to move out of the 
way, and her inner sphincter caressing the head and shaft like a tight, 
smooth, greasy hand as I stroked, while the mouth of her sphincter 
chewed and sucked at me was delicious and exciting. The sight of the 
tree trunk of my cock rooted in the diminutive little girl's most 
private opening, while she cooed and reveled in the deepest of 
penetrations was heavenly, and when I put my hands on her waist and 
discovered that my fingers overlapped on her belly while my thumbs were 
touching on her back, I got a shocking realization of just how small my 
lover really was.

I was ready to explode any minute, and Penny was roller coastering 
through cum after cum.

I pulled her upright against me and stood beside the bed while my cock 
in her ass supported most of her weight.

"Spread your legs so your mother can see how deep my cock is in your 
ass!" I whispered.

Sarah, who had not moved from her position by the bed while I was 
sodomizing Penny, knelt as if in a trance and watched raptly as I slowly 
lifted Penny to the tip of my cock by the backs of her knees, and 
dropped her, repeatedly, onto my rigid pole.  Each time she fell, Penny 
gave a little shriek, and shuddered through another climax.

I snapped my fingers to get Sarah's attention.  On about the third snap, 
she finally looked my way.  I motioned for her to rise, and when she 
finally got the message, I grabbed the end of the artificial cock she 
still wore, and pulled it toward Penny's hairless, dripping cunt.

Both of their eyes went wide, but Sarah, as if she had no power to 
resist, bent her knees to get the proper angle, and when I had the tip 
of the dildo securely nestled in the mouth of Penny's opening, she 
abruptly straightened her legs, driving the nine inch plastic penis full 
length into her daughter.

In the mirror, I watched Penny wince as her little pussy, which was 
constricted by the presence of my pole in her ass, stretched to 
accommodate the artificial phallus.  Sarah, still wearing her high 
heels, was at just the right height to match my thrusts into her 
daughter.  She pulled Penny's ankles up to rest on her shoulders while I 
played with her over-sensitive nipples and tiny tits.

"OOOOOO, NNNNNOOOO!" Penny wailed, feeling herself impaled front and 
rear, and helpless to do anything about it.

Sarah and I held still to give her body time to accustom itself to the 
double penetration, and soon, Penny's hips were in motion again, rocking 
back to get me as far up her ass as she could, then jerking forward to 
take the dildo deep in her pussy.

Soon, her cries had changed to "OOOOO YYYEEESSS! I never knew two people 
could fuck me at once! It's soooo dirty! Oh mom, YOU're fucking me too! 
OOOOO SHIT!"

As she blasted through another climax, Sarah, as though connected to her 
beautiful young daughter by wires, bent and glued her mouth to Penny's, 
giving her a long, loving kiss that Penny returned with gusto, while 
snapping her hips back and forth, fucking herself front and rear.

Soon, as if by some strange, silent agreement, Sarah and I took charge 
of the fucking, pulling out and slamming back in at the same time.

Penny climbed higher and higher, screaming, moaning, and clinging to her 
mother's neck for dear life.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and I stabbed deep into Penny's colon, 
blasting load after load up her spasming rectum.  The feel of my cum 
splashing against the walls of her gut sent Penny into space. She 
totally lost it, twisting and squirming between us, screaming to high 
heaven, then slipping down into a guttural growl as her body gave a 
final heave and collapsed limply on our impaling shafts.  Her climax 
sent Sarah over the edge in a fiery chain reaction as she pounded and 
ground her pelvis against the clit stimulator inside the dildo harness, 
stirring Penny's insides with her spasmodic movements.

Sarah collapsed backwards, just making it to the chair before her legs 
gave out, and I sat on the edge of the bed, steering Penny and myself 
onto our sides while my cock still jerked and spat inside her.

As we lay there, gasping for breath, Sarah asked, in a troubled voice, 
"So, where - where do we go - from here?"

I grinned as best I could over Penny's heaving shoulder, and said 
"Straight to hell, no doubt."

"Don't joke with me, Mr. Brenneman," she said soberly, "I'm really 
concerned about what we've just done, especially my part in it! I've 
just committed incest, for God's sake! I don't know what came over me, 
but I couldn't seem to help myself! She just looked so damn sexy! What 
the hell am I gonna do now!?"

Penny stirred and propped her disheveled head, whose elegant bun had 
long ago vanished, on her hand, smiled tenderly at her mother and said, 
"Do it again?"

"Do it ag...!!!?" Sarah started to explode, but her face crumbled and 
she asked in a meek little voice, "You mean you're not upset at me, baby?"

Penny slowy pulled her ass off my cock, moaning as it slipped slowly 
out, twitching and jumping, still hard.  She shook her head to get the 
hair out of her face, and sat in her mother's lap, taking care to avoid 
the dildo.

"Mom," she said, wrapping her arms affectionately around her mother's 
neck "this has been THE most WONDERFUL night of my life!  I enjoyed sex 
with the dogs, but I never DREAMED it could be so totally AWESOME!  I 
really enjoyed what Mr. Brenneman did, but when you joined in, and I 
knew you wanted me like a lover and not just a mother, it totally blew 
me away!  This has been the most fantastic, awesome, incredible....! I 
just don't know how to describe how totally off the hook it was for me 
when you and Mr. Brenneman were fucking me at the same time! I mean, I 
know he likes me, and from the looks of him," she glanced pointedly at 
my still rigid erection and giggled, "he REALLY likes me, but you LOVE 
me! I felt it in your kiss and in the way you held me, and it just drove 
me absolutely WILD!"

Sarah was not to be consoled. "But honey, what I did - that was incest! 
It's wrong!"

Penny gave me a pleading look, and I said, "Sarah..." when she didn't 
look at me, I repeated it, more sharply, "Sarah!"

When I had her attention, I calmed my voice, continuing, "Technically 
what you did was incest, but are you aware of the reasons for incest laws?"

She thought for a minute then her face cleared a little as she said, 
uncertainly, "To prevent inbreeding?"

I nodded, "That's right. Doesn't exactly apply here, does it?"

She shook her head, and I pressed the advantage, "You have just given 
your daughter a wonderful experience that she will remember and cherish 
for the rest of her life.  While we hadn't discussed this beforehand, 
she has learned more about sex and love in one evening than most people 
get to experience in a lifetime.  Does she look traumatized? Sad? Upset? 
She practically glows! Using this experience she can now choose lovers 
and sexual activities that she finds most enjoyable.  Most people go 
their whole lives without knowing that about themselves!"

I stood and headed for the bathroom to clean myself up, throwing over my 
shoulder, "If I were you, I'd take that dildo off and show her how to 
really love a woman! What better teacher could she have?"

I closed the door to the bathroom to give them some privacy, and took a 
quick shower, throwing on a robe before I returned to the bedroom.

They were sitting as I had left them, but Sarah seemed to have calmed 
down, and Penny sat with her head on her mother's shoulder, smiling. 
The dildo and harness lay on the floor beside Sarah's chair.

"You and I are going to have to have a talk about the ideas you put into 
my daughter's head, Mr. Brenneman!" Sarah said, severely, but she was 
smiling as she said it. "We've decided to take your advice, but perhaps 
we should do that at home. It's very late!"

I smiled and said, "Don't you think our relationship has progressed 
beyond 'Mr.'? Please, call me Mike.  About those ideas, I've got a ton 
of them, all you have to do is ask! It IS very late, so why don't you 
two make yourselves at home in the guest room for tonight? There are 
clean clothes and PJ's in the closet and drawers, some of which should 
fit you, though they may be a bit large for Penny."

"But we need to clean up," she protested, "I - We - smell like a 
whorehouse!"

"You're welcome to shower here, if you like," I gestured toward the door 
from which I had just emerged, "or, if you prefer, there is a selection 
of ladies bath and shower products in the bathroom next to the guest room."

I showed them to the guest room, then gave them a tour of the sundries 
cabinet where they each found their favorite shampoo and conditioner, 
and a body wash that was to their liking.

Sarah looked at me speculatively, "You must have a lot of female visitors!?"

I smiled deprecatingly and said, "I just like my guests to feel at home, 
so please, make yourselves at home, I'll be reading for a while in my 
room if you need anything."

Sometime later, long after the shower water had stopped running, I saw 
by the hall shadows that the lights had gone out in the guest room, so I 
turned my own light off and settled in to sleep.

I heard a low murmur of voices from down the hall, and as I drifted off 
to sleep, they changed to gasps and moans, interspersed with an 
occasional muffled scream.  Sometime during the night, I was awakened by 
the brushing of hair across my face and a full breast pressing into my 
arm as I lay on my side. I turned to see who it was, and received a 
moist, sensual kiss for my trouble.  Then she was gone and I fell back 
asleep.

Not long after - I was still in the same position - I again felt hair, 
this time much longer, brushing across my face as a small pair of hands 
held me and a tiny mouth planted a long, delicate kiss on mine, 
whispering "Thank you, Mike!" before disappearing like a ghost in the night.

I slept late the next morning, and when I awoke the guest room was 
empty, as if it had never been used, and a sumptuous breakfast awaited 
me on the kitchen table, still warm, accompanied by a note that said, 
simply "Thank you for a wonderful evening. You WILL be hearing from us 
again!"

It was signed "S&P".

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