Lost Dog

Chapter 3

Leah and Mike came in from the cold, all their fliers of Rowlie hung all across the neighborhood and in some of the neighboring communities. Rowlie was right behind as always, just at Leah's heels. Leah had worried he would be a bit less well behaved, trying to jump on her all the time, but he had been the model of perfect behavior. She guessed her dad was right about the level of his training - he knew when sex was appropriate and when it was not.

Jeff met them as they came in, greeted Mike warmly as always. He didn't bat an eye when Leah told him they were going upstairs to her room - something that always amazed Mike. He had told her once that her father never seemed to be the slow sort, which must have meant he either trusted Leah's to not have sex, or trusted her judgment in when it came to having sex. Either way, it was fine for him.

Leah attacked him as soon as they entered her room. She tossed him onto the bed and climbed onto him, her mouth on his, kissing with wild abandon. She didn't know what had gotten into her, to be this aggressive, but all the time they had been together, she had been hot and ready to bounce. She was still horny from her father fucker her ass, and her hole had been tingly and warm ever since, a constant reminder of the incestuous bliss she had experienced.

Mike, she could tell, was confused, but wasn't complaining at all. His cock was hard in his jeans in a moment. She was tearing her cloths off as fast as she could, and was down to topless in moments. She got off him just long enough to get her pants and panties off, at which point, Mike hustled to get his own pants off, too. She was on her all fours on her bed waiting for him to get behind her and start fucking before he had even gotten his shoes off.

"Fuck," Mike whispered, shocked. "What's gotten in to you?"

"Just really horny I guess," she panted, rubbing her clit with her hand as she waited for him to finish stripping. She didn't have to wait long, and then he was behind her and in her. He never even thought about using a condom, he was too turned on but her. She moaned with pure delight as he entered her.

"God damn, you are wet!" He began to fuck her, hard, fast, with youthful frenzy, but through it all, she couldn't get into it, as much as she tried. Something was missing, and she knew precisely what it was: Rowlie. This is how Rowlie fucked her - like this, she was Rowlie's lover, not Mike's.

It was easy enough to maneuver them, and soon she was on her back, and he was between her legs. Her thoughts turned to her father, then, the man who owned her, the man to whom she had sworn her body. He was the one who should be on top of her, not Mike. He didn't have what it took to dominate her, not after this afternoon. Which meant, for her, his cock was her play thing.

She pulled away from him, which surprised him for a moment, especially when she stood, spun him, and pushed him back on the bed. She climbed up on top of him, grinning wickedly, with a purpose, and she lowered her cunt down onto his cock. Her voice rose in one, long sigh of pleasure as she settled her body down on him and began to fuck away.

"Oh, god, Leah, yes!" he cried under her. Usually she had submitted to him, and he had been on top of her, fucking her. Power was in her hands, now, and it thrilled her to know end.

She liked having control, letting her weight propel his cock up inside of her, choosing how fast, how deep. She knew the power her father felt when he had used her body to fuck himself, just as she was doing now to Mike. Her voice rose louder and louder, and she the fear on Mike's face, but she didn't care. Her father knew, and she had little doubt that he enjoyed hearing her cries, now that their relationship was what it was.

"Oh, yes, Mike," she cooed as she bounced up and down on him. "Your cock feels so fucking good."

"Yes, I'm going to cum!"

"Not yet!" she hissed. She pulled off his cock quickly, and as she lowered her body back down, "Cum in my ass, Mike!" His pussy-slicked shaft slide easily up her already stretched hole, and as soon as he was in, he was spurting his load into her.

"Oh fuck, Leah," Mike shouted, his eyes wide. "Oh fuck, yeah!"

Leah was rubbing her cunt like mad with her hands, letting the delicious climax wash over her body as he dumped his load in her body for the first time. She never stopped bouncing up and down on his dick, and she was not at all surprised when, as his cock began to shrink in her ass, it sprang right back to life.

"Oh fuck, your ass is so tight! I can't believe I'm fucking your ass!"

Leah smiled - actually, my ass is fucking you, she thought, but she didn't say it. He lasted much longer the second time, but still, being in the hot, tight confines of her rear, Leah, noticed he didn't last as long as her father's first effort.

Sighing with satisfaction after he unloaded his second load into her ass, Leah pulled herself off and collapsed down on the bed next to him. "Thank you, Mike. That was great!"

"Hey, any time, babe. Whew! God! What made you want it up your butt?"

"I was really, really horny!" She rolled on top of him and kissed his lips.

They lounged in her bed, cuddling and playing with each other for a while longer before Mike had to leave for the evening. Reluctantly, they both got dressed and headed downstairs. Jeff was sitting in the living room, reading a book. He regarded them both warmly.

"Not staying for dinner, Mike?"

"No thank. Have to run, actually. Plans with the family."

"I understand completely," Jeff replied, giving him a nod.

Leah kissed him a little more passionately then usually in front of her father, not the least bit embarrassed by his presence, though it was obvious Mike wasn't quite as comfortable as she was with it.

"Thanks for your help with the fliers," she said as he left. Closing the door after he was gone, Leah turned to her father grinning.

"You two were louder then usual," he said, to which she just giggled. "Up your ass, was he?"

She nodded. "His cum is still leaking into my panties." She was rather proud of that. It made her feel like a true slut. She unbuttoned her pants, and turning around, pulled them down to her knees to show her father the wet spot forming right between her butt cleavage.

"Lick that clean, you dirty cunt," he ordered her.

Leah dropped her pants without question and stepped out of her panties. She folded them inside out, held them up to her mouth, and lapped at the pool of cum sitting on the fabric. Once she sucked the stain clean, she showed her undies to her father. Her took them and signaled her to turn around, facing away from him. When she had done so, he bent her over at the waist with a gentle push, and told her to spread her ass for him to see.

"You asshole is bright red - well used, it seems, and still a little open. Still dripping too," he said, disapproving. He wiped up her ass crack a few times with the gusset of her panties, cleaning away the cum smeared between her round mounds. He was gentle about it at all, and the first swipe nearly knocked her off her feet, she was so unprepared for it.

Once finished, her turned her back towards him. He held her panties up to her face, "Open." She did so, and he thrust her underwear, crotch first, into her mouth. "Suck on that a while, and go make us dinner."

Leah was wandered into the kitchen, naked form the waist down, and set about making dinner for her and her father. It was supposed to be his turn, actually, but Leah knew that there would not be turns again. Dinner was her chore, now. Everything was her chore now, and for some reason, that notion filler her with pride and joy.

It was not a complicated meal, but she never even got to eat it. As soon as Jeff sat down, he told Leah to get naked and get under the table. She sucked on his cock while he ate his meal in silence, slowly savoring every last bite.

Before he was done, though, the doorbell rang, and Jeff got up, tucked his cock back into his pants, and went to answer the door, leaving Leah to scramble for some cloths to cover herself with. She barely managed to grab her shirt and pants and scramble into the kitchen before her father opened the door. Her bra and panties where still scattered about the dinning room.

When Leah was finished putting on her shirt and pants, she joined the group in the living room. She realized at once what was going on and her heart sunk. There was a middle-aged woman conversing with her father and a young girl, maybe fourteen years old kneeling on the floor next to Rowlie, giving him a big hug. His tail was wagging like mad. Rowlie's owners had come to claim him.

"Oh, I missed you so much, Rowlie," the girl was saying as she hugged him. "I was afraid we'd never find you."

"Ah, this is my daughter, Leah. Leah, Mrs. Montgomery and her daughter, Rachel. Leah found Rowlie; she took care of him."

"Thank you so much, Leah! That was very kind of you," the woman said as she came across the room to shake Leah's hand.

"It was no problem, Mrs. Montgomery. Rowlie was very sweet." As if to prove her point, Rowlie broke away from Rachel and came over to Leah and licked her hand.

"Call me Nancy, dear. My, that is strange. Rowlie is usually not very friendly to strangers, not if Rachel isn't about. He's protective of her, too, but will calm right down if she tells him to."

Rachel, a pretty little thing in with short blonde pigtails, got up and gave Leah a big hug. She was still a great deal shorter then Leah, and when she embracer her, Rachel's head was buried in the older girl's bosom. "Thank you so much for taking care of him."

Leah smiled, faking a happiness she did not feel. "It was no problem. I'm glad his family came to take him home."

Rachel smiled up at her, then stole a quick look around, checking to make sure the adults were chatting and not paying attention to her. "I can see why he likes you - you are very pretty."

"Oh. Thank you."

"You really like him, too, right? You can come visit him if you like - we live a couple blocks away."

Leah was a bit confused - was this girl offering her what she thought she was? "Come visit him?"

Rachel looked around again, and leaned in closer, whispering, "You and Rowlie, you . . . had fun together?"

"Um, yeah." Leah was flushing; she could feel the heat rising through her face. "We did."

Rachel beamed. "Rowlie and I have fun with each other too. All the time. Mommy and I taught him really well. You can come over and play with him if you want to; I think he would like that. He seems to really like you."

"Would your mom be okay with that?"

"Oh, sure. Rowlie's my dog. She has her own. You can't play with him unless she says it's okay, but you can play with Rowlie. If he wants to." She looked really excited about the idea. Leah guessed that Rachel liked the idea if having a having a friend that she could confide in and that she a Rowlie could play with. Leah rather liked the idea of keeping Rowlie as a lover, too, and maybe Rachel too. She would love to she Rowlie mounting the younger girl and giving her a good fucking.

Looking over at her father, she saw both he and Nancy were smiling at her. Nancy had her own dog too, it seemed. Leah would like the opportunity to see that as well. The more she thought about it, the more she loved the idea.

"Yeah, I would like that a lot, Rachel. Thank you."

The younger girl gave a cheer and hugged her ever tighter, teller her to stop by tomorrow after school. After a few moment,s Nancy called her daughter, tell her they had to go. Leah gave Rowlie a goodbye hug and kiss on the snout, and watched sadly as he followed Rachel out of the house; though, she was rather excited about going over to see him again.

"Well, they were nice. I'm glad to see Rowlie has such a good home."

Leah nodded as she stripped naked again. "Rachel invited me over to play with Rowlie tomorrow."

"I know. Nancy said that she was probably doing that. I guess she figured if I knew what that meant and was okay with it, she was too."

"Rachel said she had her own dog."

Jeff nodded. "Yeah. She said she wanted to get you something as a thank you for taking care of Rowlie. Rachel was devastated when they found out he had gotten out."

"She doesn't need to do that. Rowlie alone was a gift. Without him," she said as she fished her father's cock from his pants and knelt down to take it into her mouth, "I wouldn't be doing this."

"True," Jeff replied as his daughter began to suck him again. "But I told her if she really wanted to thank you, she should get you a puppy and help you train him"

Leah moaned at his words and began to suck his dick in earnest, her desire for his cum heightened even more. That did sound like the perfect Thank You gift.