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Animal Antics 016 (03/16)

ANIMAL ANTICS 016

CHAPTER  THREE

   John Kelley hummed a tune as he went into the kitchen.
   "Hi, honey," he said, kissing his wife on the lips.
   "G'morning, John," smiled Alicia. "Ready for breakfast?"
   "Hell, yeah," he said, sitting down. Then, eyeing his wife's great body
he leered, "How 'bout a little ass, too? He-heh?"
   His wife turned away, hurriedly snapping, "Now, John, I've told you
that's supposed to be only for having a baby. Now, please. Stop bothering
me about that. I let you have your way once a month as it is, you know."
   "Yeah, okay," he answered, his voice catching in his throat. "Where's
Janie this morning?"
   Glad to change the subject, Alicia told him, "Oh, I think she's still in
bed. Melanie left a little while ago and said Janie wanted to sleep late.
Those girls are so nice, so innocent and young. They're pretty little
things, too." She sighed.
   John, his adrenalin rising, answered, "Heh, yeah, they are. Janie's a
big girl now, though."
   His mind whirling, he began thinking about Janie. She was growing a fine
body, too. And her friend Melanie . . . yeah, she was looking real good,
too, damn good! Too bad Janie was his daughter and Melanie her best friend.
If things were otherwise . . . Oh, it hurt him to even think about it. He
struggled to put the thoughts out of his mind as he finished eating.
   Hastily getting up, wanting to get away from his wife, he muttered, "I'm
gonna look in on Janie."
   His wife hardly looked up as John hurried out, glad to get away from the
frigid bitch. She looked good, but she was a block of ice when touched.
   Approaching his daughter's bedroom door, he slowly opened it. His
daughter was lying on her side with her back to him. She didn't move.
Slowly, he crept into the room, whispering her name. Still, she made no
move. Careful not to wake her, John stood still, looking around the room.
   He breathed in the fragrance of his young daughter's body. The smell was
good . . . soft and sweet. Yet there was also the odor of something else.
Something bestial, animalistic. He couldn't put his finger on it. Then he
spied the hairbrush on the floor.
   He picked it up. It appeared normal with a few hairs clinging to it.
Nothing unusual. Then he looked closer. The hairs were short and curly and
looked like the kind of hairs that come from between a person's legs. John
glanced at his daughter's sleeping form, wondering if he was right. If he
was, then Janie had been fucking herself with the hairbrush handle. He
began thinking. Melanie had spent the night so probably she had been in on
it, too . . .
   His cock started tingling. So, his young, innocent daughter and her
equally young and innocent girl friend had been playing with each other! He
wondered exactly what they'd done.
   The air in the room stirred and Janie sleepily opened her eyes. Sensing
the shift, she looked around. Seeing no one, she yawned and stretched. Her
body glowed, fresh and alive. Her cunt sent a wonderful glow radiating
through her body, letting her know it was still there. She looked down and
noticed that her nipples were standing straight up. She had awakened horny,
as she usually did nowadays.
   As she rolled over, her glance fell on the hair-brush. It was still
where it had fallen, apparently. Something stirred between her legs and she
knew that she had to have it inside her.
   Her breath quickening, she scurried out of the bed. Scooping up the
brush, she lay back down and threw her legs over her head. With one hand
she pulled her cunt open and in no time she had the handle rubbing up and
down her pussy slit.
   She gasped at the touch of cool rubber against her hot cunt. Chills
rushed through her body. She pushed it gently between her pussy lips and it
sank into the gap. Slowly, she rubbed it up and down her pussy slit.
Touching the rim of her swelling pussy hole, she circled it with the
handle. Her fuck juices smeared all around her cunt. Then she slid the
handle back up her slit and found her clit with it.
   She lurched at the touch. Her clit was engorged and it throbbed in want.
She then massaged around the sensitive flesh, circling it sensuously. Her
clit screamed for a touch, but she controlled her desire. It was all she
could do to resist, but she slowly kept teasing herself between the legs
with the hairbrush handle.
   Janie gradually worked the handle back down her cunt slit in little
up-and-down movements, each downward stroke bringing the handle closer to
her juicing pink hole. By the time she reached the rim, she was quivering.
She wanted it in her pussy! And she was going to have it there, too!
   She pulled her cunt lips wider, moaning. Gently, she pushed the handle
against the cunt hole and her pussy began spreading. She pushed more firmly
and the hole opened ever so slowly. She worked the handle in and out a
little at a time. She inhaled, relaxed and pushed in with one long, smooth
motion. The brush handle sank deeply into her cunt as chills filled her
mind with goodness.
   "Oooohhh . . . Mmmmm!" she cooed.
   Her pussy lips were stretched taut around the handle. She lay there for
a moment, enjoying the feel as her pussy got used to it. Then she put her
feet flat down on the bed and pulled them to her ass cheeks. Her pussy was
wide open and ready for fucking.
   Slowly, she pulled the brush back out. But before the tip emerged from
the depths of her cunt, she pushed it back in. Rippling through her spine,
pleasure filled her brain. She pulled the brush back, then drove it deep in
once again. It got better and her hand began to pump steadily. She spread
her legs as far apart as they could go and settled down to do business. As
she got into it, she gradually began fucking herself faster. Her cunt began
taking control of her brain. It directed her hand to fuck and fuck it did,
faster and harder.
   She pushed the handle deep, groaning. Digging hard, she churned the
slick insides of her pussy. Swiftly, she snapped it out before her pussy
had time to close, she jammed the handle deep between her cunt lips. Each
time she made her narrow cunt split open, a grunt shot from her throat.
Repeatedly, she pulled the brush out and then fucked herself deeply with
it. When her cunt was a sloppy, wet mess of fuck juices, she turned her
attention to her swollen clit.
   By now, her clit was blood-engorged and throbbing mightily. It hung
between her swollen cunt lips, huge and fleshy. It commanded her left hand
to frig it and the innocent young girl could I not disobey. Nor did she
ever entertain such a thought, either. Automatically, her magic fingers
began their nimble dancing. Her grunts turned to whimperings as she melted
in ecstasy. Three fingers swirled around her clit in a delicious massage.
The tender flesh surrounding it was manipulated this way and that.  Without
realizing she was doing it, her hips began gyrating. Her fingers massaged
more quickly. Then she flicked her fingers lightly over her clit. She
bucked. Yes! Yes! Ohhhh, fuck, yes! Her breathing became faster and faster.
Her feet lifted off the bed and the handle dug deep. Ohhh, it was good!
   Just then a movement caught her eye. Startled, she turned. Her jaw fell
open. She stared, shocked. It was her father!
   John Kelley stood there for a moment, absorbing the shocking scene.
There was his daughter on the bed, totally naked, her nipples puckered up.
Her legs were thrown high and spread wide and her cunt was dripping wet,
swollen and red. She was . . . she was fucking herself with her hairbrush!
John was almost speechless, but as he hungrily stared at every minute
detail of his fine young daughter's hairless body, he recovered.    So, he
had been right! His cock immediately stiffened against the front of his
pants.
Her body was smooth and flawless. There wasn't a mark on it. Her flesh was
pink, glowing with health Her body was firm and slim, her legs long and
slender. Her feet were dainty and pretty and her pussy was small, downy and
soft. Now it was wet, reddened and swollen wide open. He knew what he had
to do.
   Janie, what are you doing?" he asked, moving toward the bed.
   "Oh, Dad! Ohhhh . . . ohhhh, noooo!" she cried out, unable to control
herself.
   She couldn't face the man, this man who was her father. She was his
little girl and now . . . now she had shown him what she really was - a
slut who played with her pussy, a whore who finger-fucked herself, a tramp
who fucked herself with anything she could find that would fit between her
legs. She lowered her head, deeply ashamed of herself.
   "I-I'm sorry, Dad. I-I d-don't know wh-what to say," she stammered,
lowering her legs.
   John held out his arms, whispering, "It's all right, honey. It's all
right. Really, it's okay."
   He walked towards the bed and sat down next to her.
   "It's okay. little girl. There's nothing to hide, baby . . . believe me,
you have nothing to be ashamed of, Janie," he soothed.
   Janie felt his arms go around her and pull her close. His touch was
comforting. The warmth of his body radiated through his shirt and burned
into her tits. His hands burned her soft, tender flesh everywhere they
touched. His warm breath was on her neck, sending chills to her brain. When
his lips touched her cheek, she knew that she truly had nothing in the
world to worry about.
   "Janie . . . Janie," her father whispered, his cock pulsating. "Relax,
honey. I'm gonna take care of you. Now, tell me what you were doing.
Remember, I saw you. I just wanna hear you say it."
   Trembling, Janie could not keep her voice from quavering, too.
   "Oh, Dad . . . I was . . . I was playing with myself. Oh, I'm so
ashamed!" she cried, covering her face with her hands.
   "No, no, no, baby," soothed her father. "Don't be, honey. I told you . .
. there's nothing in the world to be ashamed of. Now, don't forget that,
either, okay?"
   Janie nodded her head, wanting to believe him. After all, he was her
father. And his touch was so comforting, so warm and inviting. They had
always been close but she had never before felt so close to him, as she did
now. Her cunt was pulsing around the hairbrush handle. Her clit was hanging
between her puffy cunt lips, blood-engorged and excited, oh, how much she
wanted to get back to fucking herself, she realized. She squeezed her legs
together, looking at her father's features. He wasn't an unattractive man,
she found.
   John Kelley had sandy brown hair and he looked young to be a father. His
skin was lightly tanned. He had a high forehead. His nose was about average
in size and shape and his eyes were bright and intelligent. His cheekbones
weren't too pronounced, his chin was firm. His lips were full and his teeth
were almost white, but not quite. He wasn't muscular, but his body was trim
as Janie looked him over, she sensed something was different about him but
she couldn't make out what it was.
Even as she looked at her father, she thrilled to feel his touch. His
hand lightly glided over her thigh and down to her knee. Then it slid back
up, a trail of goose bumps following it all the way to her inner thigh
where it paused.
   Janie looked at him expectantly, her cunt on fire with lust. After all,
she had been close to orgasm when he had interrupted her. She was eager to
get back down to business, if only he would let her.
   Almost unconsciously, Janie again squeezed her legs together. Her pussy
burned and her clit throbbed. Pleasure radiated out from her cunt, which
was still stuffed with the handle. Wanting-more, it was all she could do to
control herself in front of her father. Still shocked, she could hardly
believe that she was lying there now, naked, with a hairbrush buried in her
pussy, while her dad was calmly sitting on the bed next to her. It was
almost like a dream.
   Noticing the movement of her thighs, John asked, "Would you like to
finish what you were doing, Janie? It's all right, you know. It's normal
for a girl your age to want to fuck herself."
   "Uhhhh, yeah, Dad. I . . . I kind of would like to finish f-fucking
myself, as you said. If you don't mind," she hesitantly replied, shocked at
his language.
   "Of course, I don't mind, honey. Go Ahead," he smiled. Then, noticing
her hesitation, he added, "I'm gonna watch. I want to make sure you aren't
doing anything harmful to yourself."
   "W-well . . . okay, Daddy. if you want," she answered, feeling his hand
tenderly caressing her thigh.
   She opened her legs, noticing her father's penetrating gaze. His eyes
were aimed at her swollen cunt, where the hairbrush head poked out of it.
She grabbed the brush and slowly pulled it out. Her father's eyes widened
at the sight of the slick handle easing out of her pussy. She pushed it
back in and her groan of desire rang loud and clear. Oh, it,felt good.
   "Oh, yes! Uhhhh!"
   She tossed her head, digging the handle in deep. She jerked it back
fast. Then, spreading her legs wider, she really pushed it all the way
inside her. She dug it into her cunt, hard and deep. Her grunts of pleasure
could not be suppressed. It started feeling damn good, and then she threw
an caution to the winds. It didn't matter that her father was watching. It
didn't matter who was near. She wanted to fuck herself. Her cunt wanted -
no, demanded - satisfaction, and it was going to get it.
   She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Lifting her legs almost to
her tits, she kept them spread wide apart. She grasped the hair brush in a
strong grip and began fucking herself with gusto. Each time she fucked
herself deep, a moan of pleasure escaped her lips.
   "Oh, yes . . . oh, yes . . . ohhhh, it's so . . . so good!"
   Her hips gyrated, her cunt dripping fuck juice. The slimy cream was
oozing out and smearing all between heir legs. It coated the hair-brush
handle, making it slip and slide fast and easy. Her hand pumped in a steady
fucking rhythm. Getting into it, she threw her open cunt up to meet the
fucking brush every time it pumped deeply into her hole.
   John's cock was straining at his zipper. His fine young daughter was
putting on a bell of a show, a show he had never expected to see, though
one he had often fantasized about. The smell of her pussy was in his
nostrils and it excited him.
   Cum was splattered all over. It was dripping out.of her cunt, down the
crack between her legs and onto the bed. Rapidly, the handle slipped and
slid in and out of her open, juicing cunt.
   John stared hungrily between her legs the whole time, watching the
handle fucking in and out. It pulled out, shining wet, and he could see
inside her pussy. Her pink inner cunt flesh opened up and glistened wetly,
thick, white cream oozing out. Then he gasped as his daughter pumped the
handle into her cunt, hard, while her legs kicked out to take it. His cock
throbbed as he watched her cunt expanding over the handle. His hand crept
between his legs and he squeezed his cock. As he watched his eyes growing
bigger, he began jacking off.
   By this time, Janie was oblivious to everything except the brush-handle
fucking in her cunt. Her pussy lips opened and closed, opened and closed,
again and again. Her clit was engorged and throbbing. Almost magnetically,
her hand was drawn to it, her fingers doing their nimble dance of lust. Now
her legs were raised high and thrown as wide apart as they could go. She
frigged her clit madly, screwing her pussy hard and fast. Before she knew
it, tremors began building inside her lithe young body and she knew she was
about to blow up.
   "Oh, god . . . oh, god . . . oh, god! Fuck . . . Fuck! I'm g-gonna . . .
cum! Oh, . . . shit . . . fuck . . you whore . . . fuck me! Unnnggg . . .
uuunnhhhh unnn-hhhmmmpphhh!" she howled, thrashing about violently.
   Convulsions swept the length of her body, beginning at her toes and
rushing through her cunt and to her head. Her cunt clamped and unclamped,
sucking and grasping at the brush handle. Her breathing came in
uncontrollable gasps as she sucked in great drafts of air. In the next
instant, the air was squeezed out of her lungs by the next powerful spasm.
Uncontrollably, her legs kicked and her hips ground powerfully, working the
hairbrush handle as hard as she could inside her pussy.
   John watched his daughter's orgasm with an expression of sheer lust
stamped on his face. He pumped his cock. It was stiffer than it had been in
years and his balls ached for release. Even as his daughter's orgasms came
to a close, he was unbuckling his pants. He had to have some of her pussy.

-- 
If you love something, set it free
     If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it
